Hyperion, Suite of the OT3, Friday

[demonbelthazor]

Bel was flopped on the bed, thanking whatever powers that were for demonic stamina. For whatever reason, these past few days he'd felt absolutely insatiable. Fortunately, Phoebe and Anders apparently felt the same.

"We should probably eat at some point," he said. After a pause, he clarified. "Food."

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders, suddenly feeling more aggressive than usual, shifted, trailing one foot along Phoebe's leg. He growled into what was rapidly becoming a very demanding kiss, fingers tightening possessively on Bel's shoulder.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel was far too relaxed and content to respond to Anders with aggression of his own. His hips bucked at Phoebe's touch. He could die very happy right now, though he had no intention of doing so.

[sensethevisions]

When his hips bucked for her, Phoebe ducked and started pulling him gently in to her mouth, her tongue curling the shaft as she moved gently.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Taking advantage of the moment, Anders deepened the kiss roughly, trailed his fingers down Bel's chest through the ice cream, and continued down to his hip, then along the curve of his ass, experimental for now, just testing his reaction.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel? He was in a very happy place, and certainly had no complaints. He closed his eyes, straining against Phoebe, then pressing against Anders.