The Mighty Belthazor

Anders smiled and, his hands still roaming ardently over their bodies, leaned in to kiss Phoebe with just as much hunger.

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Phoebe gasped softly, arching into Cole's touch, while at the same time intending on pulling him closer. She might have kept trying to do that, and then the hungry kiss from Anders distracted her for a moment.

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Cole smiled to himself as he continued to explore Phoebe with his mouth and tongue. He loved the noises she made and the way she writhed at his touch. It just inspired him to tease her even more.

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Anders was just as affected by the noises and movement from both of them. He raked his nails slowly down Phoebe's side as he kissed her, and teased Bel's neck with his other hand as he pressed himself closer to both of them, his own excitement unmistakable.

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Phoebe was unable to stay still and the sounds she was making were beginning to get a little louder.

"Love you," she whimpered, letting her hands roam as she writhed against Cole.

Between Anders kssing her and using his nails... and Cole using his mouth and tongue, she felt very much like she was on fire... the good kind of fire.

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Cole moved back up Phoebe's body, pushing Anders aside with a playful nudge of his shoulder. He turned his head to give Anders a kiss, then looked back at Phoebe, staring deep into her eyes as he slowly eased himself inside her.

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Anders laughed softly and nuzzled at Bel's ear. He was smiling at both of them as he watched the expressions on their faces, and the way they reacted to each other's touch -- sometimes he still couldn't believe how lucky he was to have gotten to be a part of this, and he loved seeing both of them this happy.

"Love you," he murmured again. He felt like he could never say it enough.

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"Cole," Phoebe whispered as she stared up into his face, arching up against him. She moved one hand up his back to tangle in his hair, pulling his head down so she could kiss him.

The other hand was opening and closing near Anders.

"If... if only you guys could feel what I feel... all of this...both of you in my head..."

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Cole made a low growl of desire as he moved against Phoebe, slowly at first, then gradually picking up the pace. He made sure to keep in contact with Anders, not wanting him to feel left out.

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Anders reached out to take Phoebe's hand, raising it to his mouth. He kissed each fingertip, then slowly pulled each of her fingers into his mouth in succession. His other hand moved up into Bel's hair, occasionally making contact with Phoebe's as he ran his fingers through it.

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Phoebe met Cole's growl with a deep purr as she let her body find it's rhythm with Cole's pace. Her purrs mixed with throaty whimpers when Anders started paying such close attention to her fingers.

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Cole wanted to take his time, but it was hard to hold himself back. He thrust faster, harder, hungrily devouring Phoebe's mouth with his own.

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Anders wondered what Phoebe must be experiencing, feeling them in her head like that; just watching the two of them together like this, feeling the way they moved as he lay close to them, had him dizzy with excitement. He let out a soft growl of his own as he let Phoebe's fingers slip from his mouth . . . and very gently, guided her hand down his body.

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Phoebe moaned, tightening her legs around Cole as she arched up against him. She dug her fingers into his neck as she matched his hungry kisses with demanding ones of her own.

Her other hand found exactly what Anders had meant for her to fine and she squeezed him gently. Each time Cole thrust into her, her hand squeezed again.

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Cole's breath caught in his throat, his body tensing. He grit his teeth, not wanting to finish before Phoebe did. One hand was braced beside Phoebe's shoulder; with the other, he reached for one of Anders's.

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Anders was only too glad to take that hand and squeeze it. His head rolled to the side and he let out a soft moan into Phoebe's ear as his body responded of its own accord to her touch. "Love the way you touch me," he gasped, the words meant for them both as he squeezed Bel's hand again for emphasis. "Love touching you."

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Phoebe made a soft mewling sound as she twitched her hips against Cole and nipped at his lip. She continued to gently squeeze Anders and make wordless sounds with each move Cole made.

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Cole growled lowly, scraping his teeth where Phoebe's shoulder met her neck. His hand clutched spasmodically at Anders's and the bedclothes.

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Anders let out a soft, hungry gasp and squirmed closer to them, teasing Phoebe's ear with his lips and tongue as he caressed Bel's hand with his thumb. "Love you so much . . ."

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Feeling the physical sensations as well as what Cole and Anders were feeling was starting to become more than a little intense for Phoebe. She made a soft mewling sound as she bucked up against Cole and nipped at his chest.

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"Phoebe," Cole groaned, his breath coming in short, hard gasps.

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Anders didn't need empathy to pick up on the way the intensity was building right now; that was evident in everything he could see, hear, and feel from his lovers. "Don't hold back," he whispered, still nibbling at Phoebe's ear, knowing that Bel was determined not to let go before she did. He sucked in a sharp breath at the sensations that shot through him at their touch and squeezed Bel's hand hard.

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There wasn't even a chance of Phoebe holding back with everything she was feeling and sensing.

"C-Cole... Cole..." Her voice started changing into a series of mewls as she bucked up against him.

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Cole tensed, then growled lowly as his body shuddered. After a long moment, he relaxed on top of Phoebe, capturing her lips with a whispered, "I love you. . . ."

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