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His love was doing an excellent job putting on a show, but Astarion did his best to help, leaning in to kiss the corner of her mouth and slide his fingers over her lips. On a hum, he sucked the crumbs and smears of strawberry topping off of his fingertips, leaned in for a taste of her lips after she'd chewed and swallowed. "Mmm...everything tastes better on your lips, darling," he murmured, tucking the length of rope away with a smooth and stealthy motion. "Wouldn't you agree Max...Max?" He chuckled softly, trailing a knuckle down the center of Lioriley's chest as he angled his body more toward Max, scooping up his wine for a slow sip and studying their guest over the rim of the glass. "Oh dear dear me, darling, did we break him already? That would be terribly unfortunate."

Lioriley giggled into the kiss, making sure to trail her tongue along his lower lip just to be sure no remnants of their shared treat lingered. "Mm. So you always claim." She countered, shifting her hand back so she could properly balance on the edge of the desk, still leaned in close to make sure both Max and Astarion were given the best view down her top.

She looked to Max, a brow raised in a brief but genuine look of concern. She had figured Max might be surprised, but the man had barely spoken in the past couple of minutes - so unlike him. Lioriley reached out to gently brush her fingertips under Max's chin. "I should hope we did not, our evening together has only just begun - it would be a shame if he were to miss out."

Max realized the moment her finger grazed his chin that he'd forgotten to breathe. He inhaled through parted lips, sucking down much-needed air into tight lungs. Get it together. Oh, but that was so hard with them talking about him like that. He loved it in a way he had no words to articulate. Maybe they had broken him.

"Believe me, I don't want to miss a moment of this." It was fine, Lioriley. Just having trouble functioning with the deficit of blood in his brain.

Maybe some wine would help. He lifted to the glass, and, to his credit, he didn't miss his lips with it. His eyes went wide the moment the flavor of it hit his tongue.

"Oh my god. This really is good." He'd have to ask the name of it again later. He wasn't going to remember anything like that right now. Not with Lioriley and Astarion each taking up all his attention.

Since there wasn't all that much in the glass, he went ahead and downed it. Then he held it out for one of them to take and set aside.

"I think I'll definitely want more of that later. But uh... I want something a lot sweeter right now." What all had they planned for him? He desperately needed to find out.

"Oh?" Astarion smirked and gently plucked the glass from Max's hand, moving behind him to whisk it away somewhere nearby. "What a coincidence. I'm in the mood for something sweet, myself." Unless he'd turned around to watch him (and Astarion couldn't imagine who would tear their eyes away from the feast that was Lioriley in her loose silks and tumbling hair to watch him put a wine glass on a dresser) Max would unexpectedly feel Astarion's cool fingers slide along the sides of his jaw and neck from behind, his touch wandering down to his shoulders and down his arms. He leaned down and brushed the tip of his nose just behind Max's ear, all while hoping Lioriley was doing her own share of teasing and distracting from the front while gently encouraging Max's arms to come together behind the back of the chair so he could deftly tie his wrists together.

Rest assured, she was already prepared to move in now that she knew Max hadn't completely malfunctioned from their initial tease. And as Astarion took care of the glass, Lioriley smudged her thumb along Max's lower lip, hoping he would keep his mouth open when she leaned ever closer.

"Will this suffice for now?" She asked just as her lips brushed against his, pressing in for a kiss a second later, mouth open to slide her tongue past his teeth with a pleased, rumbling hum. That was a good enough distraction, right?

Max sure as hell wouldn't take his eyes off Lioriley. Not before, and certainly not when she was leaning close like that, stroking his lip and leaning in to claim him with a kiss.

She'd asked him a question but she'd get no answer. He parted his lips to say something and instead gasped into her mouth as Astarion's cool touch teased his neck from behind, moving lower. He moaned, deep and throaty, at the combination of them both closing in on him, Astarion behind his ear so very close to a throbbing vein, and Lioriley probing his mouth with her tongue.

His wrists could be on another planet for all he could feel of them. Astarion will have no trouble coaxing his arms around behind the chair and tying them. Max wouldn't feel a thing.

He was quite literally putty in their hands. How delightful. Unsurprising--but delightful nonetheless.

The rope was easily manipulated in Astarion's dexterous hands, binding Max's wrists together behind the chair, hopefully the right combination of secure and comfortable. Well--as comfortable as it could be. And they wouldn't leave him there for terribly long. Probably. Just long enough to be a little cruel.

All this was done while Astarion kissed his way down Max's neck, tongue pressing against the flutter of his pulse to enjoy the soft pounding of hot, delicious blood just beneath the surface. "There you are, darling," he purred as he lifted his hands away from Max's arms, running one hand around Max's chest and sliding the other through Lioriley's hair. "Your present is all wrapped up tight."

Lioriley remained with her lips pressed to Max's, her tongue sliding over his, fingers on his chin tipping it up and off to one side both to deepen the already heated kiss, and to expose more of Max's neck for the vampire spawn currently teasing against his pulse. Feeling that hand in her hair and hearing the verbal confirmation that Max wasn't going anywhere (like he wanted to to begin with), Lioriley eased forward, head bumping into Astarion's palm and her arms winding around Max's neck as she moved to straddle his hips; the fabric of her already thin and short robe riding up along her leyline covered thighs.

"You were right, my love," She said as she pulled back, inhaling a deep breath, her hips slowly grinding down into Max's lap so he could feel the slick heat of her against his still clothed cock. "It is a very good look for him." her tone was cheery, accented with a series of soft moans each time she felt Max grow just a little harder under her ministrations. One of her hands splayed against Max's back for balance, the other seeking out the cool skin of her beloved, brushing over his cheek and leaning over to kiss the other.

Max's eyelids fluttered along with his pulse while Astarion's mouth hovered over it. He was on the cusp of begging to feel teeth just as the man started to speak. That warmed Max too. He liked the idea of being a present all for Lioriley. He liked it a lot.

Panting, now that she had released him from that steamy kiss, Max finally realized what he'd been feeling the vampire spawn do back there. His wrists were bound. He tugged at them, testing the knot. More fluttering, in his belly this time, when he felt how securely he was trapped. It wasn't too tight but there wasn't any wiggle room either.

His breath hitched as Lioriley slid into his lap. He made sure to glance down to drink in the sight of her robe riding up to expose more of her legs and the mesmerizing leylines that swirled on them. He could get lost in that sight. That, and the way these two looked while they kissed. He could barely withstand the new burst of lust it brought on, all while she ground her hips over throbbing cock. Little whimpers caught in his throat with each move she made.

"Please!" he begged. "More... I can't...please!" That was about as articulate as he could be while all his blood pooled low in his body.

Astarion purred softly in pleasure, taking his time meeting his love's lips and tongue in a sumptuous kiss, cool and agile fingers drifting languidly down Max's chest and flipping open any shirt buttons they found. For a moment, it almost seemed as though Max's pleading would be ignored, but eventually Astarion's lips broke from Lioriley's with another satisfied little sound. "What do you think, darling?" he drawled, slipping around to stand behind Lioriley, letting his hands wander over her body, as though to emphasize Max's helpless position and inability to touch her the same way. "Shall we play?"

She continued to grind down into Max's lap even as she parted from the kiss with her beloved and leaned back, inhaling deep and sliding her tongue along her teeth like she was drinking in the remnants of his affections. Without really thinking, her fingers splayed along Max's now exposed chest, letting him feel the crackling of her leylines against his skin.

"Hm." she hummed thoughtfully, rolling her body into Astarions' hands, head tilting back to peer up at him. "As you suggested before?" She kept her commentary vague to keep Max on his toes; ever wondering what exactly they were talking about. But her eyes did briefly flit down to his crotch as if for silent confirmation from the vampire spawn. "Unless you mean just the two of us..." Both viable options.

Max watched with envious heat in his dark eyes while Astarion's hands roamed over Lioriley. If only Max could be doing the same. Driven by that though, he finally began to struggle against the ropes that held him. But those struggles were weak and mostly a token effort.

Lioriley's power thrummed over his chest, tingling the skin and sending more jolts of need straight into his cock. He wriggled harder beneath her, trying to relieve himself with the friction of her in his lap. Whatever they were hinting at, he wanted it. Needed it. Right now!

"Oh god, please play with me. I want to be yours, both of you!"

"Hmm," Astarion hummed aloud, sliding his hand down between the two of them to slip his fingers beneath the slip of clothing Lioriley wore, sliding his fingertips over her slick lips. And if the motions of his fingers happened to press a little friction over Max's eager erection, all the better. "Tempting...but he does beg so sweetly. And he's already so, mm, firm for us." And Astarion was eager, himself, to enjoy a fine cock with his love.

Max had a perfect view of Lioriley's response to that; her lips parting in a soft gasp the moment Astarion's fingers found their way between her thighs, her hips reflexively grinding down against both the invading digits, and Max's burgeoning erection under the fabric of his pants.

"We should not be so cruel." She offered, gently brushing her fingers along Max's jaw, thumb smudging over his lower lip. And though her eyes, already hazy with desire, focused on him, it was Astarion she spoke to again: "You will have to let me move, darling, so we can get him ready for us."

Max alternated between frustrated noises in the back of his throat and needy moans at the pressure and grind of her in his lap. They were driving him wild with their every move. He might die if he couldn't get some relief from this soon.

He latched on greedily to her thumb smudging over his lips, sucking her in and scraping his teeth over the pad.

"Yes, pleeease," he begged, releasing her thumb so she could move. As much as he hated to have her leave his lap, he hoped it would mean even better things to come.

"I'll be so much sweeter without these pants on~"

"Oh I can imagine so many ways you'd be even sweeter, darling Max," Astarion chuckled, shifting back a little to give Lioriley space to move, his hand coming to rest on Max's knees and pressing against them to spread his thighs as wide as possible. "Naked is only the start. Trussed up, mouth thoroughly occupied, cock being very well used--but don't worry, we'll get there. All in good time--if you're a good boy, that is."

There was an audible 'oh!' of surprise from the Lunari as she retracted her hand from Max and finally removed herself from his lap entirely. Feistier than she expected, apparently.

Lioriley had been playing her part well, right until then, when Astarion spoke of all the ways they could absolutely ruin Max that night. Her cheeks bloomed with heat, a quiet, nervous little laugh burbling from her lips even as she set her fingers against Max's chest and traced a line between his pecs, down along his stomach, patiently waiting for Astarion to do the honors of removing his pants for them.

Max squirmed involuntarily under Astarion's hands on his thighs. Oh, god, the things they promised to do. He wanted it all. He wanted to be reduced to a sloppy puddle on the floor by the two of them.

"Fuck," he moaned, with his head tilted back while he struggled to stay still in the chair.

Lioriley's fingers felt like daggers of fire down his chest, setting his skin alight. He was so painfully erect now, he'd do anything just to have her hands dip lower.

"God, yes. What are you waiting for?! I'll be good. I'll be so good! I need it, please! I need you both so bad."

"Now now, Max, let's not start making demands," Astarion chided even as his hand slid down to the front of Max's pants to lightly squeezed and massage his plentiful arousal. "Too much mouthiness and we might just ignore this pretty cock entirely." They wouldn't, at least not forever, but, you know. Enough to drive him up the wall for a bit? Most definitely. Maneuvering his way around Lioriley, Astarion undid Max's pants, slid his hands up to catch the edge of both the trousers and any underthings beneath. "Lift up a bit, darling. This is all very much in our way. Very good, move a bit there, that's a good lad." Upon Max's obedience, he dragged the material carefully off of his body so that lovely cock was freed to stand proudly at attention. And still Astarion too his time making sure all clothing was removed from Max's lower half, neatly laying everything off to one side. "Now...shall we indulge ourselves, love?" he murmured in Lioriley's ear, wrapping an arm around her to play with a nipple while his other hand wrapped around Max's cock and stroked slowly.

There was a joke here - something about how Max would always be mouthy unless said mouth was thoroughly occupied. But it was wasted on Lioriley while she played the good cop in this scenario, fingers splaying along Max's abdomen while the other gently cupped his cheek and urged his head toward her. "Shhh, Max, we have only just started." She cooed, lips brushing against his cheek, his jaw, finally set upon his mouth to offer a slow kiss as some form of distraction while Astarion worked on removing his clothes.

"You should apologize, however." She offered as she parted from him, wondering if that was too much - surely not, right? Either way. Lioriley shifted back, the leyline along her lower lip crackling over Max's skin while she set a trail from his mouth, over his chin and throat and chest, until she dipped low enough that she could sink to her knees beside her lover. A softly moaned "Mmm, I think we should." exhaled as she ground into his hand, reaching out to brace herself against Max's thigh and ghost her lips over the quivering shaft of his cock, moving opposite Astarion's strokes.

Only just started? Fuck. They were going to kill him like this. And he was going to die happy. Moans sighed out of him and into against Lioriley's lips as she kissed him. She was more intoxicating than the wine.

"Sorryyyy." That whined apology was about as sincere as he was capable of while this desperately aroused.

His hips rose obediently for Astarion. Finally, they were getting closer. They were already driving him so crazy like this. Every second the vampire spawn took to lay out his clothes was an agony of waiting.

He practically melted against the chair the moment Astarion took his cock in hand. The sight of Lioriley being played with in front of him at the same time made him twitch in Astarion's grip.

And as Lioriley blazed that trail down him with her mouth, until she was was in front of him on her knees, his excited squirming renewed with vigor. Her lips tickling his dick made him cry out with wanton need.

"Oh, fuck, yes!"

Lioriley's full, heated lips combined with his cool fingers likely did feel quite good, but even so, the ardor of Max's enthusiasm was a bit unexpected--and Astarion had expected a lot of enthusiasm. He chuckled softly, wrapping his hand around the base of Max's cock and running his hand down to caress and squeeze his sack, letting Lioriley have her wonderfully wicked way with the rest--all while contentedly teasing and tweaking one pert, glowing nipple. After a moment or two he shifted, angling himself in on the other side of Lioriley to drag his tongue and lips over the hard member, brushing against her mouth in the process. Messy business but oh, so very fun.

Lioriley eagerly took advantage of the opening her beloved provided, and properly set her mouth to Max's shaft, tongue laid flat against the twitching organ so she could slowly lap up to the head. A soft moan eased past her lips, back arched to both lean closer and to rub herself into Astarion's hand.

Initially unsure of where to keep her attention, Lioriley's eyes flitted back and forth between both men, until they ultimately landed - unsurprisingly - on Astarion just as their lips brushed together around their friend's dick. And she angled herself to try and repeat the motion with a bit more fervor, her free hand moving to smooth over Astarion's thigh.

This was totally unfair! How was he supposed to restrain himself with two sexy elves torturing him like this? They'd punched all his best buttons in all at once; it was a wonder he was still conscious with all the blood in his body moving decidedly southward.

"Ha-ah, fuck, fuck," Max's voice was nothing more than a strained whisper while Astarion caressed his sack, leaving Lioriley to torment him even further with her mouth.

Her moans shot through him like flaming arrows. The most perfect soundtrack to this wild ride of pleasure. It didn't matter that they were caused by Astarion, or that he was the place where her gaze naturally gravitated because the two of them coupled up to take both sides of him like this was the hottest kind of teamwork he'd ever encountered.

The both of them were about to get really messy very soon if they didn't do something to hold Max back. The way his cock pulsed said a lot about how close he already was to release. His whimpering was growing louder and more desperate in pitch, too, but he'd lost the foresight to warn either of them.

Astarion did notice Max was about to, well, blow, so to speak, and he moved his hand from toying with her nipple to catch the hand caressing his thigh and squeeze her fingers lightly to get her attention. His other hand wrapped around the base of Max's cock to hold it steady while his mouth ran from base to tip, then pulled away to let him speak. "Mmm, what do you think, love?" he purred, catching his beloved's lips for a kiss. "Would you like to do the honors?" He'll let you have the load, Lior, he loves you that much.

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