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away with us he's going, the solemn-eyed.

Who: Residents of St. Monmouth & OPEN to their various guests
When: Throughout February
Where: St. Monmouth in Kauto R2
What: The Backstreet Boys move into their magical farm of dreams.
Warnings: Look to the subject headers.
Notes: This is a mingle/catch-all log. Start your own threads! Tag around!

[Ronan didn't hesitate. Almost as soon as they arrived, he was making arrangements and picking out a plot of land. No payment necessary as long as he agreed to feed the locals? Fine. Perfect. He'd signed whatever he had to and picked out his favorite place in the lot, then he'd laid down in the grass and dreamt.

When he closed his eyes, he wasn't sure what he would build. The idea of "home" conjured up so many images in his mind. He thought of the Barns, of course, but also of Henrietta as a whole. He thought of Monmouth Manufacturing and dusty old books and the scent of mint. He thought of St. Agnes and its magnificent stained glass and the cramped coziness of Adam's bedroom above the office. He found Cabeswater sprouting up in the strangest places as the landscape shifted around him, spilling out of the walls and claiming rooms all for its own. Corridors and staircases emerged out of his memories, leading him through a maze of rooms both familiar and not-quite. In the end, when Ronan stepped outside to take a look at his work, he found he'd made himself a palace of nostalgia. Then he imagined a set of house keys, turned the lock of the front door, and woke up.

Ronan woke with his head resting on the welcome mat, sprawled across the front steps, gazing up at the spire of what he would dub St. Monmouth. It would be the main building of several he'd end up creating. Their new home.

Like God, he didn't rest for several days. Every time he shut his eyes, he devoted himself to dreaming something new. A farm needed animals and crops and barns and feed and equipment. Home needed streams and fish and bridges and flower gardens and glittering lights. He let his imagination run wild, and this meant that his dream things often emerged strange and senseless, but that reminded him of his father, which made the place more beautiful.

When he was finally satisfied - although not completely finished - he invited the others to join him.]

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[ Adam doesn't touch Ronan's dick though, or his own. His fingers continue to tease his nipples, his head lifting from Ronan's neck to look at Andyr. There's a little bit of embarrassment, but it's soothed away when it's quickly clear they're having the intended effect on him. ]

Sit down. [ There's another similar comfortable chair positioned to give Andyr the best view of them. After giving the instructions and expecting them to be heeded his attention is turned back fully on Ronan, because at least for now, they'd talked about a show.

One of his hands slips downward, the other still rolling the hardened nipple between his fingers, pinching lightly before his head dips down to take it into his mouth. His fingers grazing over the skin of Ronan's lower abs, coming so close to touching his cock but instead just teasing him. ]

Ask Andyr what he wants to see. [ Adam prompts Ronan softly, it's an interactive show. ]

[This would be so much easier if Ronan had spent any significant amount of his adolescence watching porn. Even though they'd been expecting Andyr, his heart skips a beat when he hears someone approaching. He barely turns his head to look, his face burning with shame. Getting acquainted with each other as a threesome is, of course, the whole point of this. But Ronan feels he may be adjusting to the situation at a slower rate than the other two.

Which isn't to say he's not enjoying himself. He is very obviously enjoying himself. Adam has put his enjoyment on full display.

Ronan's eyes are on Andyr as soon as Adam dips down. His breath hitches when Adam's mouth finds his nipple, voice shaking as he asks:]

W-What do you wanna see?

[He honestly hopes for some detailed direction here, because he has no idea how to have sex for a spectator's benefit.]

[ as instructed, andyr obediently moves to the chair and settles himself onto it, hands on the arms curling into the cushion, and an ache between his legs with a want to touch them. but this is the game - sit and watch and instruct. okay, this is something he can do, not the best at making this hot, but adam and ronan have done that well enough already.

a lip pulled between his teeth, andyr kneads at it, as he watches ronan flush all over, and look to him like he's ready to ask for help. ronan lynch, always so stoic and confident and still, and he looks like a precious little bambi here all exposed and blushing. ]

I want you to suck him. Adam.

[ he hadn't actually seen ronan's lips on another man, not there, and the thought of it alone has andyr's stomach knotting up in the best way, a flush of heat shooting through him and centering in his lap. ]

[Adam likes the sense of control that he has. Yes, he has Andyr telling them what to do but that's because Adam chose to give him that role. He's the one nude but he doesn't feel like he's the one really exposed, not with the way Ronan's flushing, not with the way Adam knows he feels unsure of how to do this.

Adam isn't sure either but he doesn't let it show. It's clear enough the plan is effectively turning in both andyr and Ronan. That's what he's wanted after all.

Adam glances at Andyr before kissing up to press his lips to Ronan's, shifting to the side because there's going to have to be some trades in position for that.]

His wish is our command. [his lips quirked into a small grin ,turning a sort of phrase Ronan often used on him back to him.]

[Okay. Okay, this he can do. Ronan's shoulders sink an inch in relief as he returns Adam's kiss. Then he shifts forward and moves to trade places with Adam. He feels ridiculous, of course, with his erection hanging out of his pants and bobbing heavily with every move he makes. But this is the game.

As Ronan gets on his knees, he throws another glance to Andyr. That Bambi look hasn't really disappeared from his face. He's confident when it comes to throwing a punch or hurling an insult. These skills are not applicable to love-making.

Once he's settled, Ronan lays his hands on Adam's slender legs, bowing down to press a line of kisses along his inner thigh and drifting closer and closer to the cock that awaits him. Like the rest of Adam, it's beautiful and perfectly-formed and might as well have been created in Ronan's dreams. Unhurried, he lovingly nuzzles the base of it before his lips part to give it a soft, teasing suckle.]

[ hearing adam say the same thing ronan had for him, angled towards andyr, has his stomaching doing delightful little flips. they'd actually thought to do this - put on a show for him, and the thought is so humbling and incredibly sexy. god, he wants to touch them. show them how much he appreciates it, but that's not the rules of the game, and adam looks so, so good in control and calling the shots.

he's heavenly, spread out before ronan, with the other knelt between his legs, flush cock hard and hanging free between his legs. andyr wants to reach forward and take hold for him, stroke him long and slow as he takes adam down his throat. instead, andyr's had strays lower, over his stomach, to press the heel of his palm against the head of his cock, through the thin fabric of his sweat pants. ]

You're both so fucking beautiful, you know that? [ andyr lets out in a slow exhale, eyes glued to where ronan's lips stretch around adam's length. ]

[ Every touch from Ronan is always intense, always intimate. Like this, each touch fuels the desire and lust for more. He could never get enough. There's a moment, where he focuses only on Ronan, as the other nuzzles his cock. His fingers brush over his scalp, a slight impatient shift of his hips at the teasing. He loves the feeling of Ronan's mouth on his cock. It's always been one of his favorite things -- then again, everything with Ronan is kind of his favorite thing.

But, once the other was starting to suckle, even teasingly, his eyes slide over to Andyr. Again, there's that surge of feeling powerful to see how Andyr wants them, wants him as well as Ronan. He's not usually good about eye contact during sexual contact ... or letting himself make sounds freely but he's trying not to hold back.

And so when Ronan continues with that teasing sensation he lets out a quiet whimper, pushing on his head to urge him on. ]

[Though it's hardly unusual for Andyr to compliment him, Ronan's heart flutters to hear Andyr talking about the both of them. It's a reminder that Andyr's here, with him and Adam as they do this. That Andyr's eyes are on Adam's body, which Ronan always thought (or hoped) would belong only to him. It's a feeling he would have named jealousy if it didn't serve to only make him harder. He doesn't understand it.

But right now his job is not his own pleasure, and he doesn't need to get hung up on understanding it. His mouth climbs the shaft of Adam's cock, lips savoring it, tongue dragging slowly until it finds the frenulum and massages it while his mouth envelops Adam.

His hands give Adam's thighs a possessive squeeze. They're doing this for Andyr, but Ronan doesn't want to be forgotten by Adam.]

[ the sweet whimper adam lets out has andyr's head spinning, just as ronan's lips pushing down on him pulses a wave of heat up along his limbs, a surge of a dizzy sort of feeling as his hand between his own legs curls around his length. teeth chew at the inside of a lip, tension strung through him.

on a good day, andyr's a ball of energy, constantly feeling the need to move and be active. right now, he thinks he'll go insane if he has to stay in this chair for the entirety of this. he does his best, watching ronan's head bob over adam's lap, watching adam squirm and shift his hips up into ronan's loving lips. for several minutes, andyr keeps himself to heavy breathing and hitched breaths, but it all builds in him. ]

Can I touch? { andyr's finally pleading, eyes on adam, with a flush creeping up his neck, touching his cheeks. ] Please?

[ There's really no way that Adam could feel forgotten about when it comes to Ronan being in the room. This was for Andyr but it's also just as pleasurable for Adam, to watch the way that Andyr's responding, his breathing uneven. Adam knows he's feeling needy, wanting more and more and then he's asking.

His fingers slide over Ronan's head, gentle and just touching him, guiding him a little in his pace on his length. ]

Yes. [ It comes out breathy, a moan barely contained as he presses up into Ronan's mouth. ]

[The request has Ronan's eyes flicking in Andyr's direction, though he manages to not let himself be distracted from his task.

Adam's hand directs him and Ronan obeys, matching the pace Adam desires. His body shifts, stretching languidly and getting more comfortable on his knees before Adam. His jaw relaxes and he takes Adam deeper, bobbing his head as he pulls that cock in and out, inching further until Adam's hitting the back of his throat. He assumes that Andyr means to touch Adam, so his mind remains on Adam's pleasure, losing track of anything outside that.]

[ he does, initially, go to adam, arching over ronan to steal his lips in a kiss, slow and sweet and appreciating, an open palm smoothing down the flat of his chest, over his stomach, and back up. but andyr parts from him, moving to ronan after, fingers grazing his chests, feeling him sucking at adam's cock beneath the skin, and further over his neck and down his back. stripping off his shirt, andyr moves to be behind him, hips pressed to ronan's ass, the thick line of his dick slotted between his cheeks, with nothing but the cloth of his sweat pants separating them.

he plans to keep it that way. they don't need to get too excited and break rules here. but, ronan's a beautiful sight like this, and andyr kisses over his back, eyes up on adam's eyes, as he smiles something sly, showing there's a plot going on in his head. he knows ronan doesn't know much about sex and foreplay, and how to do what. he's planning to help him with that. arms wrapped around him, his hands splay over ronan's bare chest, always so adoring of the man's musculature and tone, straying lower, to circle fingers around his heavy length, strained and ignored between his legs. stroking him long and firm, andyr settles behind ronan, his lips at his hip, kissing over his skin. ]

I want you to do exactly what I do to you, to Adam. Okay, Ronan? [ without waiting for an answer, andyr's lips wander lower, and lower, and lower, until the other hand is spreading one of his cheeks to the side, and he's licking tender and careful, along the velvet soft skin between. ]

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