The Mighty Belthazor

"Maybe we can train the cats to bring us food?" Bel said hopefully. He could've sworn he saw Seraphim, napping on a chair, open his eyes and roll them.

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"Dork," Anders mumbled, snuggling close to both of them. "But you're a sexy dork, so it's okay."

He cracked one eye open and grinned. "So who gets to wear the cuffs after we all get a nap?"

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Phoebe's eyes lit up.

"My turn?"

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Cole wriggled himself into a more comfortable position. "I second that," he said.

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"Mmm. Not arguing with it," Anders replied with a lazy smile. "You look damn hot in 'em."

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"You just like the idea of me being completely at the mercy of you two."

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"It does have its appeal," Cole admitted, grinning.

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"You like the idea of being completely at our mercy, don't you?" Anders countered, running his fingers across her stomach.

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Phoebe looked at the both of them for a long moment, and then she nodded, a wild light filling her eyes.

"Uh huh."

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Cole found the handcuffs tangled in the bed, picked them up, and spun them on his finger. "That can definitely be arranged."

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Anders grinned and rolled over slightly, trailing his fingers up Phoebe's arm. He took hold of her wrist, kissed the inside of it, and, with a distinctly meaningful smile, raised her arm over her head toward the bedframe.

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Phoebe made a soft purring noise at both of them and then she looked at Cole.

"Want."

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Cole took Phoebe's other wrist, kissing the inside of her elbow then trailing his lips to her hand. He moved her hand up to the headboard and gently snapped one of the cuffs around her wrist and attached the other to the headboard.

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Anders, following his lead, smiled promisingly at Phoebe, pulling her fingertips one by one into his mouth as he fastened her other wrist to the headboard with the cuffs he was holding.

"And now you are at our mercy," he murmured once her wrists were secure.

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Just from them kissing her arms and her hand, Phoebe already had a nice light shining in her eyes and a small shiver went through her. She looked at both of them and smiled slowly.

[[OOC: Alas, I am unable to find any icons of my girl in restraints.]]

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Cole kissed his way back down Phoebe's arm, pausing at her shoulder, then nuzzled her neck. His hand wandered over her chest to caress one of her breasts.

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On her other side, Anders was stroking her hair with one hand, the other hand trailing slowly up the inside of her thigh. He leaned over to kiss Bel, then gave Phoebe a smile and a kiss before ducking his head to nuzzle and lick at her other breast.

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Phoebe squirmed a little bit and then gave a happy sigh as she looked at the two of them.

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Cole briefly moved away from Phoebe and Anders, digging the wipes out of the nightstand next to the bed so he could clean himself off. He took another and used it on Phoebe, keeping his touch light and teasing. Then he tossed the wipes aside and mirrored Anders's movements, bending his head to nuzzle at Phoebe's breast.

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Anders pressed closer against Phoebe and wrapped his leg over hers, his fingers trailing down over her stomach and hip to stroke the sensitive skin at the apex of her thigh, and his lips and tongue still occupied with teasing and caressing her breast.

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Phoebe was making soft sounds as she tried to move closer to Cole and Anders. While being like this was them was exciting and such a turn on, she had forgotten about the fundamental problem of not being able to use her hands.

She ducked her head as much as she could to take turns nuzzling their hair and kissing the tops of their heads.

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Bel slipped one leg over Phoebe's as well, fingers lightly dancing over her stomach. He nipped gently at her nipple, glancing at Anders out of the corner of his eye. He wasn't consciously imitating what Anders was doing, it just seemed to come naturally.

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