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You're still the only person he trusted to see him like this. Even after nearly a year of meeting in private, wearing your lingerie together, Terzo only wanted this with you. He liked to laze about for hours, enjoying his new outfits, not wanting to waste them by getting right down to business, so you'd tease each other, play with yourselves, kiss and makeout for quite a while leading up to the main event.
"You look beautiful in this. What's that you say in Italian--𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘢?" The Italian always make him blush so prettily, a warm pink spreading across his chest and cheeks. Slowly dragging your fingernails over the bow on his hip, he inhales sharply, arching up into the sensation.
"You already have me so hard," Terzo groans, "I feel, ah, horny drunk!" He giggles. It's a giggle he would never want anyone but you to hear; it would be unflattering for a Papa to be heard giggling like that. He always has such a cold exterior, unhappy even. There are so few people who know how warm he really can be, and what he truly likes.
Sure, you've seen him in many gorgeous lingerie sets, but you also know he likes to read, further he likes to read aloud to you until you fall asleep; he knows a lot about vintage wines; you know his grandmother taught him to cook at a young age back in Italy; he can braid hair; and he likes to sing along to old vinyl records.
In all the time you'd known him, you'd only known him to get close to one other person, or ghoul, rather--
*𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬*
"Who is that?" Terzo whispers, softly looking up at you.
"I don't know, 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢, it's your room," you chuckle, stroking his cheek softly, "Why don't you answer it?"
"B-but..." He looks down at himself, "They can't see me like this."
"Then put on your robe," you kiss his nose to encourage him, well aware of the panic in his eyes, as well as the way his heartbeat speeds up in his chest. "Surely whoever it is would only come at this late hour if it were important..." you kiss next to his ear before breathing softly, "or unless they feel welcome in your chambers." After that, you lean up, removing your body from his and retrieving his robe from the closet door. As he sits up on the bed, you hand it to him before informing him, "I'll go to the restroom, give you some privacy." You give him a quick kiss, and exit to the next room.
Hesitantly, he pulls on the silk charmeuse cover-up before shuffling over to the heavy mahogany door. Quietly, he turns the antique glass doorknob to poke his head out. His defenses are lowered as he sees his favorite ghoul, "Omega," he sighs in relief, "I should've expected it was you. Ever the gentleman for only knocking once, despite me making you wait."
"Papa," is all the tall demon says. And 'tall' really is an understatement; it was one thing to see him on stage, but to see him in person and have to crane your neck back to even meet his eyes, it really speaks to the way he towers over everybody. Slowly, he cups Terzo's black locks in his large clawed hand, leaning down to kiss him.
The antipope's fingers smooth over the ghoul's chest, feeling the inhumanly slow thump beneath his ribs. Few people knew that the frontman of Ghost was thinking of his most beloved ghoul when he wrote the lines of Cirice... "𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵."
"Omegahhh..." He breathes as his ghoul moves to kiss his neck, a weak spot for the leader of the church. With a little nudge, Terzo is pushing Omega off of him. "Omega," he inhales raggedly, "I- I wasn't expecting you. I'm, uh, I'm not--"
"What's this?" the demon interrupts his Papa, gesturing to the thin black strap peeking out from beneath his robe where the ghoul's mouth had just been.
The shorter man immediately pulls his robes back into place, crossing his arms. "It is nothing, amante."
The ghoul chuckles darkly, "C'mon," he takes Terzo's hips in his hands to walk him back into the bedroom, clicking the door shut and locking it. "You can't hide from me, Papa," he says lowly before raking his fingers through those short raven locks once again to steal another kiss.
After a long evening of teasing with you, combined with a heated kiss from his Omega, Terzo can hardly help the lustblown look in his eyes.
Speak of the devil, you're sitting on the bed silently observing the scene playing out. It only takes the deft creature a few short seconds of observation before he spots you. "I didn't know you were with somebody, Papa."
A mix of flustered feelings crosses the man's face as he looks back and forth between you and the ghoul: desire, confusion... guilt. He'd normally never 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 feel guilty being caught between two lovers, if it had been any other lovers. But the two of you? You're the one soft spot he has in this world, and Omega is the one that holds him together when everything is falling apart.
"Terzo?" You ask, and you have to hold back a smug smile when his love drunk eyes meet yours, "Did you double-book yourself, love?"
When he bites his lip and looks down at his feet though, you know it's gone a little further than simple teasing.
Leaping from the bed, you rush to his side. Cupping his cheeks in your hands, you whisper, "Hey, hey, what's wrong, huh?"
He looks as if he's about to tear up, "I don't want to lose either of you," he says weakly.
"What?? Who said anything about that?! No, it's okay, baby," you pull him into a hug, rubbing circles into his back to calm him ease his mind. "Why would you think that, sweetheart?"
"Because... You didn't know about each other," he straightens up a bit as he explains.
"Terz... Everyone in the world knows about you and Omega," you stroke his cheek again, "and I'm sure it's not lost on him that you take other lovers. Right, Omega?"
The ghoul simply nods, slipping his hand into his Papa's and caressing the smaller digits with his thumb. They share a long glance at one another before Terzo apologizes, "Mi dispiace."
"No apologies. It's all okay," you step back, giving him some space, but still holding his other hand, "besides... We could all have a lot of fun together, hm?"
The antipope looks down again, this time trying to hide his smile.
You take a step towards him, waiting for him to look up, so you can kiss him properly. Your lips move together until you suddenly break the kiss, Terzo chasing after you. "C'mon, Omega," you offer the invitation as you move behind your lover, nibbling on the shell of his ear. As he leans into your affections, the ghoul sees the time to strike; while Terzo's neck is exposed, Omega meets the skin with teeth and tongue.
The poor man trapped between you can't help the moan that rips from his chest. His mismatched eyes roll back and his jaw goes slack as his fingers clammer to hold onto anything: your thigh, Omega's arm, dear life.
It's only when Omega goes for the ties on his Papa's robes that the shorter one stiffens up again. Clutching the collar, he keeps the article of clothing closed. "Papa?" the ghoul asks, uncertainty in his tone. Very rarely is he barred from getting under his lover's clothes.
"I should go change," the raven haired man mumbles, but you catch him before he can get away from you.
"He's never seen you dressed up, has he?" you whisper quietly in his ear. He shakes his head no. You reply, a little louder this time, "You should show him how pretty you can be, 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢..."
Terzo is pretty sure you're trying to break his brain. Caught once again between embarrassment and lust, he glances back and forth between his lovers. "I- I can't," he softly declares, face blooming a shade of red you'd never seen on him before.
Just as you're about to speak another phrase of encouragement, Omega simply takes his lover's hand again, gently tracing his large thumb over his small fingers. "Pretty Papa," is all the ghoul utters.
Terzo looks up, sharing a long look with his ghoul, before offering an almost imperceivable nod.
Slowly, almost glacially, Omega places a hand on the smaller man's shoulder, sliding the piece of silk out of the way to reveal a little more skin, as well as the same bra strap that had been peeking out earlier. He leans down, pressing a chaste kiss to Terzo's lips, "Pretty Papa," he asserts again before moving forward with sliding his robe off.
It's tantalizing to watch these two with one another; they have a way of communicating with hardly any words. Trust is not something that one receives easily from Papa Emeritus the Third, but it runs deep with his ghoul, and one can practically see the loyalty present in Omega's eyes when he looks at his Papa. You can't help but imagine their nights together on tour, lost in one another's bodies and finding a little slice of home in each other when home was really halfway across the world.
It really is a simple set that Terzo is wearing: a sheer black bra with matching panties, with little bows tied at his hips and on his back, kind of like a dressed up bikini.
Omega growls at the sight, dropping to his knees. "Pretty Papa," he grumbles excitedly one last time before starting to place sloppy open mouthed kisses to his abdomen and above his hips, nails scratching at Terzo's soft thighs hard enough to leave bright red claw marks.
Overwhelmed as he is, your lover still turns to look for you as the demon draws little moans and whimpers from him. In a second, you're by his side, treating him with the soft kind of love that he likes: stroking his cheek and kissing his nose and heated gazes. The juxtaposition of yours and Omega's affections feel as if they're tearing the man asunder, but like a greedy little fool, he wants both. "I need you," he blurts out looking at you, "both of you," he finishes his sentence looking down at the ghoul knelt before him.
Knowing the desperate look in his lover's eyes, Omega picks him up, wrapping his muscular arms around his favorite pair of thighs. Trudging a few steps across the room, the ghoul makes a rag doll of Trrzo, tossing his small frame onto the plush pile of pillows. Before crawling on top of the man, Omega thinks better of it, turning to catch your eye. Sitting back on one heel while the other foot braces his weight on the floor, he turns halfway towards you, offering out his hand.
You consider him for a moment, then you carefully put your hand in his--and boy, do you become aware of how large this creature is when you do that. Expecting that he could whisk you across the room effortlessly, you're surprised to find how gentlemanly he is as he helps hoist you up onto the bed. Softly, you thank him before going to rest next to Terzo.
"La mia bestia knows how to be sweet when I want him to be," murmurs quietly in your ear, side-eyeing the demon. You offer a low chuckle before giving him a kiss, tracing your fingers along his neck and jawbone.
Suddenly, the man slips from your grasp down the bed, practically strung up by his feet by Omega. His lover pounces on top of him, claiming the smaller man's mouth and drawing a wimpy little moan from him. When the kids is broken, you hear Terzo speak up again, "Now, amante, it isn't nice to swipe toys away from others on the playground."
Omega shoots a look at you then back at Terzo. With a growl and a nip on his lover's ear, he murmurs, "You are a toy. My favorite toy..." Without another word, he picks the man up, whipping him around so Terzo's back is flush with the demon's abdomen. "I guess I'll share," he grunts, trailing long claws up tan thighs and threatening the ties on the little black lingerie set. "Il mio bel Papa," the ghoul places possessive kisses marking Terzo's neck. It's enchanting to hear him speak Italian. "Ragazzo dolce, it will be a shame to take it off, but you have quite the treat to share with her."
A gasp, then a sigh, as Terzo's eyes flutter upward, finally receiving some relief where he needs it most. The ghoul's oversized hand massages him through the fine silk, expertly working base and tip simultaneously. With his knees trembling, your Papa reaches back to brace himself, nails digging into Omega's ink black thighs. He'd been teased and edged by you all afternoon into the evening; it wouldn't take much for him to come undone.
By this point, you can't help but slip your fingers over your clothed folds at the sight of how Omega handles your shared lover. Watching him rake his nails over Terzo's hips until those little black bows loosen, revealing him to you both is something you could watch over and over again. The size of his taloned hand taking over the length that had made you feel so full before...
"Hnnngg..." the whine abruptly rips itself from the small man through, "Ah! Ommegahhhnnn..."
The sound of your Papa whining for someone so desperately sends waves of heat through you, but it's immediately overshadowed by the sudden pang of guilt you feel as the ghoul barks a swift, commanding, "NO." Omega grips the base of Terzo's cock tightly, eliciting a high pitched groan from the raven haired man as his body bucks, eyes screwed shut.
You'd never been so cruel as to completely deny your lover of his orgasm; even if your edging went overboard, you couldn't resist seeing Terzo in such pleasure. But wow, Omega even made you feel like your hand had been caught in the cookie jar with that harsh demand.
Terzo chokes out a sob, his body held up only by Omega's grip on him: one hand still firmly around his member and the other wrapped tightly around his Papa's chest and shoulders. When Terzo turns to his beloved demon with tear-filled eyes, the ghoul simply chuckles, remarking, "We couldn't have you ruin all the fun so soon, hm?" before tossing him aside, where he lands beside you.
In an instant, you're wrapped around him, as he curls up catching his breath. Placing kisses to the top of his head and smoothing down his raven locks, you whisper how good he was, telling him what a great job he did, and that it's all okay. "You're still my pretty principessa," you smile at him before he pulls you in for another one of your honey-sweet kisses. "Are you okay?" you inquire more seriously after.
He nods, reassuring you that this isn't his first rodeo, "You should see me in the Ghoul's Den... Although I must admit, this is a heady combination of lovers for me." Both of you share a breathy laugh, falling into snuggling once again, hands trailing one another's bodies as you're careful to avoid what is likely a very overstimulated area on him.
Skilled hands apply the perfect amount of pressure as they squeeze and pinch your flesh, drawing his favorite little noises from you. As his fingers slide the strap of your lingerie from your shoulder, his lips follow sensually, trailing feather light kisses to your soft skin. "It is time to take this off, no?" He always asks permission before undressing you, and you always concede; no one makes getting undressed as romantic as Terzo.
As he slides the last stitch of clothing off down your legs, you pose a question, "What about this?" You gesture towards his lacy black bra, "Do you want this off?"
Smirking, he shakes his head no, "We will let Omega have his fun."
As if on queue, the demon reappears at the foot of the bed, completely devoid of clothes, his large member in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. Terzo perks up, a knowing look on his face, before he crawls down the bed and places a kiss to Omega's lips before spinning around and positioning himself on all fours in front of his lover. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦.
"You won't get it so easy tonight, Papa," the demons voice rumbles.
Terzo's head spins around so fast you're sure he just have whiplash.
Omega chuckles darkly, "It would be rude to forget your other guest." He grabs Terzo's jaw, forcing him to hold eye contact, "Pleasure her. Prepare her as I prepare you." One final swipe of the pad of his thumb across the smaller man's lips accentuates his point.
The raven haired man turns back to you, gesturing for you to lie in front of him, "Good thing-"
"𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘩." The word is accented by a harsh smack on Terzo's thigh, "You're nothing but our toy tonight."
Papa feigns a pitiful look, but he does a poor job hiding his smirk as he falls to his elbows between your legs. Starting with a few soft open-mouthed kisses on your folds, he assumes the position: arms wrapped around your thighs holding you in place, ass high up in the air for Omega to have his way with.
Finally, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, you find some much needed relief against his tongue. Holding eye contact with him, your soft moans let your lover know that he's doing an excellent job, as always.
Behind him, Omega places a lubed up finger right where his amore wants it most. You feel Terzo suck in an anticipatory breath before continuing his ministrations. Teasingly, the ghoul circles his finger around before pushing slowly into his lover, drawing a needy moan from him.
It feels good when Terzo moans against you like that. You reach down and tangle your fingers in his hair to let him know.
Omega starts properly working the smaller man open, pumping one finger then two in and out of his tight little hole. Terzo eats you out like a man starved, throwing himself into the task at hand to keep from getting worked up too quickly. He hollows out his cheeks as he sucks your clit hard, tongue still flicking over your bud.
By now, you're much noisier than before between Terzo's wicked tongue and the sight of Omega turning his boyfriend to putty. In that moment, you learn there's nothing quite as hot as when Terzo's tongue stutters, eyes fluttering shut and eyebrows knitted upward as Omega finds that sweet spot inside him.
The ghoul only tortures his lover momentarily, pulling three thick fingers out of him before lining his monstrous member up between those plump cheeks. "You want it?"
Terzo let's out a shaky, "Mm-hmmm..." nodding against your core. He looks up to you almost as if to apologize, for what you don't know. Maybe for what you're about to witness. Maybe because he's a little distracted from the way he normally pleases you.
Either way, no apology was needed. You're more turned on than you have been in a while seeing these two together.
Slicking up with a bit more lube, Omega slides past his Papa's rim with a pop, earning guttural noises from the small man. All of a sudden, Terzo is pulled away from you entirely as the ghoul manhandles the little black bra, gripping it to roughly push his lover back on his cock. Terzo fists the sheets in pain and pleasure as he takes everything the demon will give him.
"Good boy. Pretty Papa."
"Ohh-Omegaahh..." he huffs, eyes glazed over.
The ghoul leans over his lover, rocking in and out of him slowly until he's full to the hilt before whispering, "You're falling down on the job, Papa," and gesturing at you.
Knowing that Omega won't give him what he wants until he's done as he's told, Terzo grabs you by the ankles, roughly dragging you down the bed and reattaching his mouth to you. It's nearly overwhelming not only physically, but also the way that this ghoul makes your Papa act like he's searching for an oasis in the desert: he'll get what he craves if he works hard enough for it.
This time, the raven haired man hikes your legs up, hooking them on his shoulders and doesn't hesitate to slip two digits into you. The rush of it all doesn't give you time to falter--you're hurdling right towards the edge.
Only then does the ghoul settle into a rhythm--a fierce punishing rhythm--thrusting in and out of Terzo.
Locking eyes with equally desperate looks, you and Terzo find yourselves at the mercy of Omega, dominant enough to command two lovers at once. Tremors ripple through your body as your orgasm overcomes you; hot white takes over your vision as Papa obediently works you through your high.
Coming back to reality, you find your body directly beneath your lover's, his wild lust-blown eyes looking for yours. Oversensitivity rushes through you as Terzo rocks his member against your dripping wet cunt, controlled by the rough drag of Omega's hips.
"Per favore... lasciami prenderti, per favore," the raven haired man huffs his need in your ear, to which you nod your consent.
With a groan, he enters you; it won't be long until he's spent. Omega has to practically force the smaller man's hips up as he collapses on top of you, his arms weak from the evening.
Greedily, Terzo laps at your skin, kissing and sucking your neck and chest. In that moment, your hands tangled in those short black locks, your eyes wander up to the dark figure at the edge of the bed. Mesmerized, he watches the point where he's connected with the man that hold his heart. Like shockwaves, you feel the passionate way he fills Terzo, making the smaller man press into you.
Were it not for his ink black skin, you would've sworn he was blushing as his voice finally breaks, "Ter... Terzo-"
"Dammelo 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰!" Terzo barks at his lover, knowing exactly what that one little word from the ghoul means.
With a growl, Omega fiercely grabs Terzo's shoulder, forcing his body back on his swollen knot. Just before Papa's length pulled out of you, they both rock back forward into you. Letting out a whorish moan, Terzo cums deep inside you; both your body and his are rushed full of warmth as the two men finish. The idea alone sends another small ripple through you...
You wrap your arms around the man pressed tight against your body, massaging your hands across his back as you watch him grunt and moan his way through his orgasm. Your soothing motions are cut short by a heavy weight on one your hands. Warm but electrifying, Omega's hand encapsulates yours. Looking up, you make eye contact--𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 make eye contact--with the ghoul for the first time.
You feel connected with him in some way, like you can feel how much he appreciates what you do for the man he loves. Terzo and Omega possess one another in the way they love, but Omega recognizes that his Papa needs the tenderness that you offer.
Flashing an almost imperceptible smirk at the beast, your attention is pulled back to the one lying on top of you.
"Mmhuuhh..." he mutters
"Hmm?" you ask, smiling down at Terzo, "You okay?"
"Mm.. completely, uhhh, fucked out," he sputters against your chest before pulling out of you.
Both you and Omega chuckle at the little man, and in one swift motion, Omega turns them both so they're lying on their sides next to you, still connected at the knot.
"C'mere," Terzo mumbles, grabbing at your waist.
Sliding in to cuddle with them, you jest, "How do you have even an ounce of energy left, principessa?"
"I don't," he squints his eyes to steal a glance up at you.
Leaning down, you kiss his forehead, "Go to sleep. Sweet dreams, Papa."