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Deliberation by edigo (NC-17)
As promised - gotta catch up on my quota, after all! :)
Fandom: LOTRIPS
Pairing: Dom/Billy/Elijah
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
edigo
Author Website: LJ Memories: Lotrips
Why this must be read: I'm not the world's biggest Fucksome Trio fan, but edigo's short fic just made me come apart at the seams with the sheer hotness of it, with so much detail and familiarity that it paints a captivating glimpse into their relationship.
No voices ring out, but nevertheless it's far from quiet. Elijah's heavy breathing thickens into wet moans when Billy's hand tightens around his dick, and Billy groans open-mouthed when Elijah tightens around Billy, just because he can. The table supporting Elijah rattles quietly when Billy thrusts just a bit too hard.
Dom is the most quiet of them, propped against the sink, biting back any sound, clenching his teeth and throat around the panting that wants to slither out.
The kitchen is moonlit, light spilling across the white tiles and cutting sharply across Elijah's face so that only his eyes and forehead are alight, pupils alternating between painfully narrowed and swallowing up impossible irises. They follow Dom as he moves behind Billy, and then Dom isn't quite sure which of them Elijah is staring at.
Deliberation
Fandom: LOTRIPS
Pairing: Dom/Billy/Elijah
Author on LJ:
edigoAuthor Website: LJ Memories: Lotrips
Why this must be read: I'm not the world's biggest Fucksome Trio fan, but edigo's short fic just made me come apart at the seams with the sheer hotness of it, with so much detail and familiarity that it paints a captivating glimpse into their relationship.
No voices ring out, but nevertheless it's far from quiet. Elijah's heavy breathing thickens into wet moans when Billy's hand tightens around his dick, and Billy groans open-mouthed when Elijah tightens around Billy, just because he can. The table supporting Elijah rattles quietly when Billy thrusts just a bit too hard.
Dom is the most quiet of them, propped against the sink, biting back any sound, clenching his teeth and throat around the panting that wants to slither out.
The kitchen is moonlit, light spilling across the white tiles and cutting sharply across Elijah's face so that only his eyes and forehead are alight, pupils alternating between painfully narrowed and swallowing up impossible irises. They follow Dom as he moves behind Billy, and then Dom isn't quite sure which of them Elijah is staring at.
Deliberation