The Mighty Belthazor

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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Anders spared him a smile for a moment; they hadn't planned this, but he had to admit he liked how it was working. He let his teeth scrape lightly over Phoebe's nipple while his hand strayed lower, down her thigh then, tantalizingly, back up.

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Phoebe whimpered softly, squirming a little as she was getting double the sensations from their touch.

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Cole began to move his head lower, kissing his way down Phoebe's belly, lingering at her waist. He loved the way she was squirming.

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As he did that, Anders moved up to kiss her, not wasting much time about trying to coax her lips apart as he ran his hands through her hair. He was enjoying the squirming just as much, and fully intended to see how much more the two of them could make her squirm.

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Phoebe made soft whimpering sounds in her throat as Cole moved lower, once more wishing she could move her hand to run it through his hair. She was squirming beneath his touch and when Anders kissed her, she squirmed even more.

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Cole drew his tongue along the inside of Phoebe's thigh, then lightly nipped at her flesh. He could linger here for hours, tasting and teasing her, but he'd had his turn, and now it was Anders's. So he began moving back upward along her body.

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It was almost like Anders was synced with him, the way he immediately shifted and began moving downward along Phoebe's body at the same time. He trailed kisses along her skin, pausing to nip lightly at her hip, then flashed a smile at her before he traced his own tongue up along the inside of her other thigh.

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Phoebe whimpered, straining her body up as close to them as she could. When they both started moving along her body at the same time, she couldn't hold back the low moan that escaped her. When Cole started moving back up, she looked at him with darkened eyes.

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Cole slid onto his side, then gently turned Phoebe on to her own side, making sure not to hurt her arms as he did so. He pressed against her back, kissing her shoulder and her neck.

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Anders smiled hungrily at both of them and leaned over to kiss Bel before pressing up against Phoebe and kissing her as well. He trailed his fingertips down the side of her thigh and murmured, "Love you . . . my turn now."

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