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Eames hisses, his hips twitching again. His hand rubs harder between Syeira's legs accidentally, but he likes the moans she's been making, so he keeps it up, loving how wet she is.

He licks his other fingers and reaches down to touch her on the backside, just letting his wet fingers run over her opening without pushing in. He just wants to see how she gets used to the feeling of someone messing around back there.

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She makes an abrupt moan against Arthur's mouth. Being nipped by him and the more forceful movements of Eames' hand is a bit more roughness then she'd expected this time around, but she's not going to complain.

When she feels that wet touch on the only place on her that's never been touched, she draws in a long breath. Nothing hurts, it's just new. Her hips miss the rhythm they had, and get hand skips a beat. She starts moving her hand again, but keeps her hips still for the moment.

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He nuzzles against her jaw, watching Eames' hand's movement. He keeps up his movements on Eames' dick, but he pulls away enough to look at Syeira.

"How does it feel?"

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Arthur's hand on him is so slick and warm and perfect. He's not quite panting, but close. He perks up at Arthur's question, looking to Syeira for an answer as he circles her entrance.

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Arthur's moved away from kissing her mouth, so her cheek rests against his, only a little heavily.

"Different." Her tone is breathy, with a touch of nerves and a lot of building anticipation.

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He smiles, kissing her cheek. "It'll feel like that for a bit."

He lets go of Eames, and puts his hands at her hips. Leaning over, he gives her a soft kiss, a promise that it'll be okay.

"How about you lie down and let Eames open you up? I'll be right beside you."

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Eames takes his hands away, lets Arthur kiss her and reassure her. While he asks her about it, Eames crawls across the bed to the nightstand, opening up a drawer and taking out some lube.

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She's not scared. But it's a lot like the time Arthur took her virginity. It's nerve-racking, because she's not sure exactly what to expect.

She accepts the kiss with a bit of gratitude for the gesture. Looking over her shoulder at Eames, seeing him take out that significant little bottle, she nods. "Put me how you want me."

She's seen them do this with Arthur on his belly and on his back, so she'll defer to the experts here.

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"I think maybe on her stomach, Eames," he says, and Eames nods, so he takes her by the hand and adjusts her so her head is on a pillow.

"On your knees. It'll feel weird at first, but this is so Eames can reach you easily. You can go up on your arms if it's more comfortable." He smooths a hand down her back, knowing this can be a vulnerable position and trying to soothe her.

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"I'm going to start just barely going in, just my fingertip, yeah? And you tell me when I can move further, but we're not hurrying. This takes time. Just try to relax your muscles," Eames tells her as he spreads lube over his fingers.

"Arthur, I think some clit stimulation will help," he tells Arthur, and the younger man nods.

"You tell me when you're ready, Syeira, and just try to have fun. If it's painful, we won't do it. No sweat off our backs, okay? But I promise you, it won't be. I'll be very gentle, okay, love?"

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She gets into the position as Arthur instructs, but something about it, all of it, strikes her as funny. She giggles, dropping her head, before lifting it, shoving her hair out of the way, and looking over her shoulder at them.

"You both are sweet, but maybe you could relax too. I'm not made of glass, and I trust you." Her smile is both amused and reassuring. She's over the moon about them, and she appreciates where they're coming from, but it's a lot easier to relax, when they aren't so tense about it.

"Come on." Impulsively, she gives her hips a little wiggle, which instantly embarrasses her, but she's not taking it back. "I want to try this."

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Arthur's mouth twitches but he frowns down at her as best he can.

"I'm relaxed, but I want you prepared."

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Eames snorts and slaps one of her butt cheeks playfully.

"We could unbutton a little, Arthur. It's not like she's getting a colonoscopy. She's getting it in the arse! And you know how pleasant that can be," he says, wiggling his brows at Arthur and laughing when Arthur rolls his eyes and pushes Eames out of his space.

"All right." He runs his fingers over her hole, just getting her used to his wet fingers. Arthur starts gently rubbing over her clit, just giving her a taste until she relaxes. And then, without warning, but gently, Eames pushes a fingertip inside her.

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She smiles wider say their joking and teasing. Arthur pretending to grumble meant everyone had eased down.

And then they're back to business. She let's out a breath when they start touching her, one to distract, the other to prepare. Still, she makes a little surprised gasp, tenses just a moment, before making herself relax again.

"I'm okay." She says it preemptively, knowing how worried they can get.

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Arthur leans forward to kiss her cheek, keeping up with his rubbing. He sighs out a breath, relieved she's doing okay, and smiles.

"You're doing great."

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She's handling it beautifully, and Eames just moves a minuscule amount, just getting her used to the feeling.

"So good, Syeira," he praises her deftly.

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The praise from them both makes her laugh. Which is a strange reaction from her. But they're still doing it, still worrying. They're adorable.

"Feels weird, but not bad. I could take some more." Someone has to be confident here.

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Arthur shakes his head. "You're crazy." But he continues his movements, kissing her cheek again. "Crazy and beautiful and wonderful."

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"Really?" He sounds impressed, and he works her a little longer before moving up to his knuckle.

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"It's- mmh.... Not like you're both not going at a snail's pace." She turns her head to kiss Arthur on the mouth, nipping his lip gently. "But you keep playing with me, love, I won't be able hold still for Eames much longer. Might as well test my limits a bit."

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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