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Arthur doesn't like not having something to do, so he gives up rubbing at her clit, but he takes her cheek, leading her back into another kiss.

"Impatient little bugger, aren't you?" Eames says delightedly, moving his finger just a tad deeper and moving it in and out. He pushes in the tip of another without warning beside it, stopping to let her get used to it. He wonders maybe if Arthur should have done this, since Eames' fingers are bigger, but he supposes she'll have to be ready for a cock.

Okay that gets a little wince. Eames has large hands, and it's definitely a stretch, but it's hidden while she's kissing Arthur. And really, kissing does more to distract her than Arthur playing between her legs. She could get lost in kissing. Being stimulated makes her want to seek more, makes her want to move. But now she's keeping nice and still for Eames, though that movement of his fingers is familiar enough, she will soon need to resist moving with it.

Arthur feels the wince more than sees it, and he kisses her forehead to soothe before returning to her lips, pushing with his tongue. He loves kissing her, too, with how much she enjoys it. It's infectious.

Eames keeps it to two for now, working his fingers inside her. She's really doing well, and he's loosening her up slowly, but nicely. When she seems to be used to it, he moves the second finger in to the knuckle, moving them inside her.

The kiss on her forehead tells her Arthur noticed. She can't help but feel a bit chagrined, she hadn't wanted him to realize she'd felt discomfort. Nothing to be done about it but to kiss him harder, letting him know she's fine.

After a minute or two, she pulls away drum the kiss, looking over her shoulder. She's getting a little...antsy. "How much longer?"

He almost gets lost in the kiss before she's being Miss Impatience. He smiles and pushes her hair back.

"You don't want to rush your first time. Trust me. Eames knows what he's doing."

"Won't be much longer. A third finger should be more than enough," he says, patting her butt cheek with his free hand. And then he's adding that third finger. It's a bit of a stretch, but he knows she can do it if she relaxes.

"We didn't rush my first time. It took us months is this going to- unnmf." She drops her head against Arthur's shoulder and breathes. That is definitely a stretch.

"Heh," she puffs a little bit, before continuing the thought. "Not half as bad as losing my maidenhood."

Arthur can't help it; he cracks up. She's so incredibly sassy and casual about this. He loves it; he loves her. He leans over with a grin to kiss her again.

"It's hot when you sass me," he deadpans.

"As it should be," Eames says seriously. He moves his fingers more, moving the third to the knuckle once she's taking it alright.

"Do you care who's taking you where, love?" Since that time's coming up fast.

"I'll happily sass you any time you like," she grins back at Arthur's deadpan, nipping lightly at his lip.

"I'm getting both of you inside me, for the first time. You two can choose, if you've a preference." Because she sees this as a win for her no matter who goes where.

He mimes biting at her back, grinning, and then he's nuzzling against her jaw. "Whoever's on top will have to have strong legs. I call being on the bottom of the pile."

"If that's how we decide to do it, then I would be happy to be on top," he says in Arthur's direction. He takes his fingers from Sye and runs a hand down her back.

"We're golden, love. I think Arthur was thinking he'd be fucking you vaginally from below, me anally from above. What do you think?"

She makes a little noise when Eames removes his fingers. She feels open and empty, which is likely the point. Still she squirms a little, getting up onto her knees, since they're going to be rearranging a bit.

"I think Arthur wants to be lazy. " Sass sass sass. "But I'm not in a mood to talk about it anymore."

She grabs Arthur's hand and tugs on him to get him moving to the middle of the bed. She is wet enough she can feel it on her thighs. They've taken their sweet time getting her ready, and she is very impatient to have them.

Okay, they've really tortured her enough by going slow. He crawls up on the bed to the middle and lies down, holding his cock so she can sink down on it.

"C'mere," he says with a smirk, his eyes hazy and dark with lust. He's been watching his girlfriend get opened up by his boyfriend. He's insanely hard right now.

He doesn't have to ask her twice. She crawls over him, and since he's being so helpful as to hold it himself, she can kiss him while she eases herself down on his cock.

She groans in need and satisfaction. It feels good to be filled up. Almost immediately she begins to rock her hips, unable to contain herself.

He lets out a breath, his hips moving with her. "Aw fuck," he breathes, getting caught up in her movements already. It feels insanely good, even if a voice inside is telling him he should be remembering something.

"Hey, hey," Eames says, leaning over to kiss Syeira's back. "I want in on the fun, you eager bunnies."

While he waits for Syeira to stay still, he coats his cock in lube, being a little generous with it.

She twists to catch Eames and pull him into a heated kiss. Syeira is worked up and needy, and very impatient. Getting her to hold still at this point will be an act of force from one of them, because her will power is shot.

"I'm hot and needy and desperate for you both, and it's your fault. Hurry up." There's a bit of affection in the demanding order, which tells that she didn't mind a bit how they'd gotten her to this point. She just can't be expected to be the responsible one.

Arthur laughs, strained, and holds her hips as still as he can.

"You heard the lady, Mr. Eames."

He returns the kiss, petting her hair, before lining himself up to her. She's worked open enough that he can just sink inside her smoothly. He groans, hovering over, and hardly gives her a moment before he's moving inside her.

"You okay?" he asks breathily as Arthur begins to move with him with a moan.

Eames may go into her smoothly, but that doesn't mean she doesn't feel every inch. She let's out a long, low moan, as he slides into her. It's not painful, but it's new, and she feels so full. All she can do for a moment is brace her hands on the bed, and breathe as they start moving.

"Hy- yeah. I'm o- oh fuck..." She can feel them both moving inside her. She's not that big; she can feel them barely separated in her body, rubbing and trusting against each other.

"Oh shit," he gasps, leaning up to kiss her hungrily. This is incredible. He can almost feel Eames' cock, and that's hot as fuck. She's hot and wet inside.

"So beautiful," he moans, moving his hips in time with Eames.

He's worried they're not giving her enough time to get used to the feeling, but she's good about talking to them. He doesn't doubt her there. So he keeps up the thrusting, groaning low as he buries himself deeper inside her.

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