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Continued from here.

Run us off to someone, you mean. [But she pulls him closer. She can wait. For now.]

"Could you leave?" She tilts her head back a little and slides her hand over Erik's, guiding his hands to the places she wants them, or at least trying to. This is something she's thought about before but never really thought would ever happen. She's between the two people that she wants. Charles. Erik. And it takes her breath away.

"No, he couldn't leave," he says watching Erik. Watching that hand slide down his sister's body, pressing into some of her sensitive spots. "Raven, we really need to get him out of all of that. Don't you think?"

Erik chuckles and raises a brow, "Would you stop me from leaving?" When he gets a resounding YES within his mind, he laughs. Kissing down her spine, he smirks. "Is that what you want to do, Charles? Strip me down?"

"Yes. I'm sure that we both want to. Right, Raven?"

"Not if it means he's going to stop that." Because those lips against her spine are making heat shoot down that spine and pool low in her belly. Even if the idea of being the one to help strip Erik of all his defenses is an appealing one, the idea of him being fully dressed as he makes her writhe is an equally appealing one and it's one that she shares - carefully, because she's still wary about him in her head - with Charles.

"Does that feel that good, Raven?" He asks, whispering it along the back of her neck, his body pressing fully to hers letting her feel just what her and Charles do to him.

There's a soft groan out of Charles because that metal... it hasn't stopped. Won't until Erik stops it. Instead of paying too much attention to the sensation (hard to do like the man's lips on his sister's spine), he moves forward capturing one of her nipples into her mouth.

"You want to find out how much?" she asks. She takes that hand that he has on her stomach and moves it down, slipping it between her thighs so that he can feel for himself just how much she's liking the attention. It started with Charles. But now that Erik's here, it's hit an entirely new dimension. She has Charles at her front and Erik at her back and she's caught between them and what they're doing to her.

"Mmm... Do you feel that, Charles?" It's asked even as he takes the telepath's hand and slips it between her thighs, making sure his fingers and Charles' pressed lightly, teasingly along her clit.

There's a soft sound out of him as he moves over to the next nipple, nipping and licking along it.

"I think, Raven, we should get Charles off but not let him come. What do you thing?" He asks reaching out with his free hand to caress down the telepath's skin.

"Mmm, yes. He deserves it for not believing me." And yet she can't get herself to do anything but rock against their hands and curl her fingers in Charles' hair. She reaches her free hand back and catches the back of Erik's neck. Real. He really is here and with her and with Charles and that fact is really beginning to hit her.

There's a soft sound of protest from Charles at the whole... yeah. But not too much of one as he feels a piece of metal slither down his body and then circle at the base of his cock. "Erik..."

"Oh, you'll be fine. If you're good then we'll let you come," he says in a bit of a teasing voice as he slips a set of their fingers into Raven's wet heat.

"He's never good. Amazing. Wicked. But just plain good? Never." The fingers make her flat out moan and she rocks against them. "But first? I think the pair of you should make me come instead of tormenting each other."

Because if they were going to tease each other, they could be at it all night.

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