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The three of them are reduced to a tangle of limbs on the bed, a desperate circle of heat. Lalah’s palms spread Char’s cheeks, her face buried between them. Her tongue works against him, a slow, deliberate pressure that makes him shudder. Above, Char’s breath is hot against Amuro’s cunt. His own tongue is practiced, circling Amuro’s clit before delving inside, tasting the slick heat there. Amuro’s hands grip Lalah’s thighs, pulling her closer. He mirrors Char’s actions on Lalah, his own tongue flicking and probing, drawing out soft gasps from the woman between them.
Char groans into Amuro’s folds, the vibration making Amuro arch against his mouth. Amuro’s answering moan is muffled by Lalah’s body, the sound translating into a shiver that runs down her spine and back through her tongue to Char. The air in the room is thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the only sounds are wet, hungry noises and the sharp intake of breath when someone finds a particularly sensitive spot.
They have become a closed circuit, connected by current running through all three of them. Char’s hands grip Amuro’s hips, holding him steady as he drives his tongue deeper, spurred on by the insistent pressure of Lalah’s own ministrations. Lalah shifts, her nails digging lightly into Char’s skin as Amuro’s focus sharpens, his tongue finding a rhythm that makes her thighs tremble. Amuro can feel the tension coiling in his own belly, a tight, winding heat built from Char’s focused attention and the desperate sounds he makes. Char’s control is slipping, his movements becoming more frantic against Amuro as he pushes back against Lalah’s face, chasing his own release. The circle tightens up, each of them pulling the others closer to the edge, a shared precipice they are all hurtling toward together.