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[ Tony throws his vote behind Shadowheart's whim, the second betrayal of the day (nevermind the thrill of belt in the bedroom, those teeth pressing down into fabric leaving indents in his skin), and it earns him another retaliatory squeeze that has nothing to do with Shadowheart's covering hand and everything to do with petty vengeance and the rhythm of play. Shadowheart leaves them to procure said belt and Stephen leans back enough to look Tony in the eye, the sharp corner of an uneven grin belying the fun he's having as he taunts him through a few slow, tight strokes, bestowing on him the following little curse: ]

I hope she makes you beg.

[ Then she's back, and she's between them, and Stephen finds himself on his feet to make room, and the leather at this chest is a challenge, her words a command he has no obligation to follow though his hands are now useless to him either way. It doesn't take him long. He holds her gaze for a few drawn out moments, expression schooled into defiant over-confidence right up until a beat before he moves - and surprise briefly blocks out the rest.

He does as he's bid. The belt closes around his wrists, pulled tight enough that when he tugs there's no real give, and for a moment Stephen's left there staring at her, eyes wide and jaw loose and chest heaving with shallow, keyed up breaths. The decision he's made bites soft and wonderful into the delicate skin of his bound hands.

His gaze skitters from Shadowheart to Tony, back again— then good boy hits and he sucks in a sudden, decisive breath, steps forward to make space between their legs and lower himself carefully to his knees.

If he's learned anything in the last handful of years, it's that there are others way to be useful than the application of a steady hand. ]

[ingeniar]

[ In Tony's experience, the trouble with getting exactly what you want is that it usually just makes you want more. That's fine if you're capable of getting more, keeping that particular monster fed, but sometimes it ends in frustration -- not that frustration is always a bad thing, particularly in times like this, with an experienced hand down your pants and some very good looking people promising you all sorts of wicked things.

Begging, though -- Tony has no intentions of letting that happen without a fight. He's distracted from making that clear by Shadowheart's arrival back in the room, looking like a wench who means business -- coincidentally Tony's favorite kind of wench -- as she manoeuvres them around. He has a few seconds of reprieve, rumpled and sprawled across the couch, before Shadowheart drops into his lap. He makes a small noise of not-quite-discomfort as she seats herself right up against his hard dick, but his hands go right onto her hips to keep her there, watching over her shoulder as she wrangles the wizard like an expert. He's not got a good angle on what she does to Stephen's hands, but he can guess what it is from the expression on his face and the flush on his cheeks. ]

Attagirl.

[ Tony murmurs the praise with good humor, casually asserting his own place (likely to be temporary) in the hierarchy as he does to work gathering up the heavy fabric of her skirt so he can get his own hands underneath it, seeking the softness of her thighs.

He's tipped back enough on the couch to be able to lean around a little and watch Stephen sink down to his knees. ]

Pretty good look for you. Should've done this sooner.

[ Tony leans up a bit so he can put his mouth to Shadowheart's shoulder, kissing it gently, glancing up at her as he sinks his hands deeper into the folds of her skirt, hitching it further up around her hips. Stephen has the better view; Tony's part of the show, helpfully setting things up. One hand goes investigating, thoughtfully stroking a circle over damp skin and slippery-wet fabric. He raises his eyebrows over what he finds, murmurs against her: ]

Mm. What now for him, Mistress?

[nightsung]

[ Shadowheart’s breath deepens, straining the ties of her dress as Stephen sinks to his knees, Tony’s warm hands finding her thighs and stroking between them. Her hold on the upper hand is tenuous, now, hips already rolling into the only touch that can make her come. ]

I want to ride you like this. [ Addressed to Tony, tipping her head into his at her shoulder though her eyes are on Stephen, heavy-lidded—and then her hands, stroking his hair back from his face where he’s close to bracketed between their legs, near enough to smell the heat of her. Shadowheart says the next as if he isn’t there, thumbing over his bottom lip as she grasps his chin. ] So he can taste us both at once.

[rehandle]

[ Stephen doesn't have a single word left in him, voice tied up with his hands. Fine-tuned to purpose, waiting only to be given his cue.

In the meantime there's Tony clearing the way, issuing a comment that might have felt like losing once but now feels like a challenge best won by proving him right. There's the pair of them conspiring, mouth soft at a shoulder, heads close, and Shadowheart's hands toying gently with him while they discuss his fate. Tony's hand under what fabric of her skirt still lingers while her hips shift, craving him, her eyes on Stephen all the while, and the smell and heat of her is so close it takes everything not to tip forward to drag his tongue along her inner thigh. In the end, it's all he can do to tilt his head back enough that his lips can part in silent invitation to that sweeping thumb without disrupting the firm cradle of her hand.

Then she says exactly what he wants to hear and his lungs empty in a gust, almost winded by it, nodding a brief flurry of tiny, frantic little nods.

Front row seat to the best show in town, and it's coming up on time for audience participation. ]

[ingeniar]

[ Stephen's enthusiasm is noted; Tony watches him closely over Shadowheart's shoulder, idly sketching circles and figure eights on her inner thighs, earning scraps of stray memories that float across his mind -- warm summer nights in a forest, magic spells woven in the air of ancient tombs. He's getting used to letting the foreign past play out while he observes the present: the flush on Stephen's cheeks, the way it's pretty fun to see this side of him. Also fun, watching him open his mouth for Shadowheart's thumb, a sight that makes Tony's cock throb against the curve of Shadowheart's ass. ]

Yeah. Okay, great idea, let's do that. Gonna need some -- [ He puts his hands on Shadowheart's hips. ]

Up we get. [ Not much room like this, but maybe Stephen will enjoy getting a faceful of Shadowheart's pussy when she stands up, and Tony's already decided he needs to get her underwear off somehow. He assists as much as he can, tugging her panties down and helping her step out of them, then encouraging her to sit back down again, having taken a moment to free himself from his own trousers.

That done, all that's needed is for her to line herself up how she likes, and he's happy to let Shadowheart decide that. In the meantime, he's occupied with exploring the laces on the front of her dress, possibly also copping a feel while he does it. ]

[nightsung]

[ Stephen’s cheek bumps her thigh when Shadowheart stands, and she makes it more intentional: hooks a finger beneath the waistband of her panties and tugs upward, pulling slick fabric snug against the outline of her cunt, leaving little to the imagination. Shadowheart cradles the back of Stephen’s head with one hand and urges him forward until his nose nudges beneath her clit and she has to shift her weight on wobbling legs, skin burning. ]

Have you ever had anything as good as us? [ A low question that’s out of her mouth before she thinks it, teasing on its surface but more revealing beneath. Because as she slowly rolls her hips against Stephen’s face, fingers pressing idle circles to the back of his head as Tony’s fingers did to her, Shadowheart realizes her own answer to that question is no.

Then Tony is guiding her hips back again, her panties down, and she steps out of them. Keeps them hooked around her ankle so she can slip them off onto Stephen’s lap, pressing the delicate arch of her foot where he’s already straining the zip of his trousers. ]

I wonder what it would feel like to take one of you in my pussy and one in my ass. [ As she settles herself back onto Tony’s lap, she eases her foot off only because she needs the leverage, adjusting her skirt around her hips as he palms her breasts through the laces of her dress, loosening just from being jostled. Shadowheart tips her head against her shoulder to address him, one hand parting her lips around the head of his cock, a little breathless, ] Which would you like?