Asgard all-powers threesomeverse (connor, sophie, pyro)

[ana]

The war was over but Asgard was incredibly loud all of a sudden. Connor cracked a bleary eye to check the clock… it was still dark as if it was the middle of the night, and sure enough, 2:41 in the morning. What the hell. He didn’t think much of it at that moment, just rolled over to crush the pillow over his ears or burrow into Sophie’s neck or something that would allow him to get back to sleep.

But Sophie wasn’t there.

That itself would not have been cause for alarm; maybe she went to the bathroom, she was allowed to urinate. What was alarming, and thus caused Connor to bolt upright and stumble out of bed in terror, was the fact that Sophie was a black amorphous lump that was flopping off the other side of the bed. He’d seen it before, in the other world and in nightmares since, but this wasn’t a nightmare. He knew because falling off the bed hurt, and the thump of his side on the floor was so incredibly loud he felt like it would blow out his eardrums. He cried out in shock and pain, and that only made both worse.

Pressing both hands over his ears Connor struggled to his feet, speaking as loud as he could manage. “Sophie? Sophie?!” Fuck, it was so loud. So loud he could hear his heartbeat through his hands and see every thread of their sheets even in the near pitch black of their room and was what he thought was happening actually happening? Desperate now he lowered a hand to the blob, grimacing as it squished down under his hand, and shook. “Sophie! John! John!!!”

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[worthtempting]

Even from behind Connor, Sophie can feel the minute that John gives over to feeling instead of thinking. She gives the back of Connor's neck a biting kiss and then her weight shifts, moving fluidly over both boys until she's lying behind John.

Her breath is warm on his neck, and she isn't particularly soft and curved either where she's pressed to his back. One of her hands slips beneath John's neck, elbow bending into a pillow of sorts that lets her run fingers through his unstyled hair. The other hand reaches over John's hip to Connor's, her thumb tracing the arc of his hipbone under his shirt.

Her lips are just slightly cool, but her tongue is warm when it darts out to taste the skin over his pulse.

[daddyissues]

Connor's restraint vanishes, his hand sliding to John's waist and holding him close as they kiss. It deepens easily, his mouth opening to let John in and his tongue matching every little stroke and flick. It's hot and fast and he doesn't care about being careful -- it doesn't feel like a first kiss, it just feels right, like as hesitant as John was about the whole thing it's suddenly perfect for them both.

It's so intense that he's shaking just a little, especially when Sophie nips his neck and her warmth against his back vanishes. He knows exactly where she's going. Part of him wants to open his eyes to watch John's reaction but the rest of him just wants to keep kissing, letting out a soft moan when her hand finds its way back to his hip. As reckless as he is about the kiss he's careful not to hold John too hard or too tight, letting his friend set the pace for anything else. It reminds him of how things were with Sophie their first time, how he matched whatever he got but tried not to lead too far ahead.