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Flying Sparks (Numb3rs, tripledrabble, NC-17)
Title: Flying Sparks
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: David/Charlie/Colby
Warnings/Spoilers: Threesome, fireplaces, unrepentant porn. Sequel to By The Fire.
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Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
"Oh, fuck," Charlie gasps, hands slipping over Colby's sweat-slick muscles; David chuckles low, his obliging thrust nudging Charlie's prostate, making him moan brokenly. Colby puffs warm-cool over Charlie's wet throat, nudging Charlie's thighs that much further apart with his own as he firms up his calloused grip, cock twitching against Charlie's. Colby leans a little harder as Charlie bucks helplessly, pressing him even more firmly against David, pulling their whole assemblage that much tauter.
Charlie's astounded by sensation, pinned between their powerful bodies, Colby's shoulders shifting under his hands as David thrusts torturously, wonderfully slowly. Groaning, Charlie shakes his head, damp curls slapping softly against skin, and bears down until David growls, writhes up until Colby twitches into a gasping shudder. He is their host, and he should---
"Granger," David murmurs, voice velvet-deep, lips brushing Charlie's ear, "think he's trying to hold out on us."
Colby's laugh tingles, his mouth hot on Charlie's jaw. "Come on, Charlie," he orders in a gravelly rumble. "Come on, you're not gonna outlast us. Come on, Professor, come for us."
Charlie tries to answer and merely groans. Colby laughs breathlessly, licking into Charlie's mouth, their tongues sliding together. David grips Charlie's hips and thrusts faster, harder, sensation sparking up Charlie's spine, flickering behind his eyes; Colby speeds his strokes to match and it's enough, it's too much, Charlie melts and surges, crying out into Colby's mouth, pulsing in Colby's hand.
"Yeah," David breathes, voice burred, hands tightening. "Yeah, baby, just like that." Colby pulls away and lunges forward, brushing his lips along Charlie's jaw until he meets David's. Charlie gasps, feeling their heaving chests compress his, their grips tighten, the crossfire of their fervent kiss. They groan together, and Charlie grins, dropping his head to David's shoulder and bucking harder, determined to be a really exemplary host.
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: David/Charlie/Colby
Warnings/Spoilers: Threesome, fireplaces, unrepentant porn. Sequel to By The Fire.
All Thanks To:
lomedet *wave*Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
"Oh, fuck," Charlie gasps, hands slipping over Colby's sweat-slick muscles; David chuckles low, his obliging thrust nudging Charlie's prostate, making him moan brokenly. Colby puffs warm-cool over Charlie's wet throat, nudging Charlie's thighs that much further apart with his own as he firms up his calloused grip, cock twitching against Charlie's. Colby leans a little harder as Charlie bucks helplessly, pressing him even more firmly against David, pulling their whole assemblage that much tauter.
Charlie's astounded by sensation, pinned between their powerful bodies, Colby's shoulders shifting under his hands as David thrusts torturously, wonderfully slowly. Groaning, Charlie shakes his head, damp curls slapping softly against skin, and bears down until David growls, writhes up until Colby twitches into a gasping shudder. He is their host, and he should---
"Granger," David murmurs, voice velvet-deep, lips brushing Charlie's ear, "think he's trying to hold out on us."
Colby's laugh tingles, his mouth hot on Charlie's jaw. "Come on, Charlie," he orders in a gravelly rumble. "Come on, you're not gonna outlast us. Come on, Professor, come for us."
Charlie tries to answer and merely groans. Colby laughs breathlessly, licking into Charlie's mouth, their tongues sliding together. David grips Charlie's hips and thrusts faster, harder, sensation sparking up Charlie's spine, flickering behind his eyes; Colby speeds his strokes to match and it's enough, it's too much, Charlie melts and surges, crying out into Colby's mouth, pulsing in Colby's hand.
"Yeah," David breathes, voice burred, hands tightening. "Yeah, baby, just like that." Colby pulls away and lunges forward, brushing his lips along Charlie's jaw until he meets David's. Charlie gasps, feeling their heaving chests compress his, their grips tighten, the crossfire of their fervent kiss. They groan together, and Charlie grins, dropping his head to David's shoulder and bucking harder, determined to be a really exemplary host.