I just don't want to be the cause of any tension between you.
[That seems like an obvious thing to her, but looking between the two of them...]
There isn't any, though. So I guess-
[Might as well just start? And clear up the question of what's okay, who can do what. She takes it upon herself, reaching out to put a hand on Henry's shoulder for balance as she leans in, fits her lips to his in a careful, almost tentative kiss.
It's more of a brush of her lips to his at first, gauging how that feels and if she likes it before she presses a little harder, demands a little more from him. Her hand drifts up to his jaw to angle his head back, make sure their lips find the right angle, and by the time she pulls back she's a little flushed and fairly certain she's got the basics down.
Without much of a beat after that she's leaning towards Arthur and catching him up in her second kiss, using what she'd picked up in practicing on Henry to get things heated a little faster, lips parting, hand in his hair rather than on his jaw. She could use it to tug him closer and doesn't, aware of how put together he usually is and not wanting to muss him up too badly just yet.
She figures that can be something she and Henry do together.]
[ Some part of him relaxes some once Rey makes up her mind. He wouldn't have stopped her if she decided she didn't want any part of this. It was just the hanging tension that passes and passes quickly.
Arthur had asked, but it's Rey that makes the overture. Her mouth meets Henry's and he feels his heartbeat speed up. It's one thing to think about three people being involved and quite another to see it happening. He can't even begrudge them for the lack of attention, especially not when Rey pulls away with a flush across her cheeks. It's a good look, he notes.
That's all he really has time to think about before her hand slides into his hair, tugging him into a kiss. Arthur goes easily, slides his tongue over hers and along her bottom lip. His hands slide to her waist first, easing his palms up her sides and just barely skirting her chest. ]
[ While he'd expected her to go to Arthur first since he asked, he easily falls into place as she presses into a kiss. It's tentative, soft, and while his baser instincts want to deepen it right away, he lets her set the pace. As her kiss demands more, he complies, parting his lips ever so slightly until she's gotten used to it. She pulls away and he's left wanting more, a slight tinge of pink creeping on his ears (with some help of the sauna, it's hard to say what's causing the flush).
As she's kissing Arthur, his eyes roam over the pair of them, how Arthur is brushing against her sides and he follows the trail with mounting interest. Not one to be idle, he figures it's as good a time as any to slide right against her. He wants to press flush against her, but sitting sideways in the tub doesn't exactly allow for much maneuvering fully seated. So instead, he leans forward and presses a breathy kiss to her shoulder before making a slow trail up her neck. Beneath the water, his fingers glide around her hips and experimentally press into the sharp curves. ]
[She hadn't really thought that she'd be one for being touched like this, soft and slow and gentle, but the way they both explore her the way they do is something she can't help but like. It feels nice, Henry's lips working up her neck, their hands working in tandem to hold her close and make her feel supported between them, and she smiles a little against Arthur's lips at the idea that she could actually be the sort of person who let people in rather than chasing them off.
She'll probably manage it eventually, but for now she feels entirely comfortable parting her lips for Arthur's tongue, reaching back a little blindly for Henry to pull him in closer to her.]
In the past his hookups have been either 1. furtive or 2. driven, neither situation granting him the desire to slow things down at all. Someone he'd slept with once called him "bossy" and he'd almost walked out right then.
(They might've been right).
That tension he usually carries with him is absent here now that Rey's joined them. He knows she wouldn't want to be coddled or treated like she's fragile, but he's still going to draw back, take it slower. There's something enjoyable in taking the time. Henry's pressed in closer as well, kissing along Rey's neck; Arthur's hands connect with his when he slides them back down. He follows the strong line of his wrist and up the inside of his arm with the tips of his fingers, feeling the flicker of his pulse. Arthur drops his other hand, traces Rey's inner thigh as he kisses her, purposely skirts away where the vee of her legs meet– just a tease. ]
[ This is honestly a big step up for Henry, even if he exudes a sort of calm confidence, like he'd done this all before. He was experimental, adventurous, sure, but there was always a constant: Sylvia. His ex definitely introduced him to a much more stimulating world, and perhaps it's her influence as well that allowed him to be in a situation like this at all.
With the remaining waves of tension dissipating, Henry can sense all of their bodies relaxing into place, getting comfortable with each other and the space they occupy. Rey shifts slightly in her seat when Arthur's hand dips beneath the water, and the way she reaches for him only encourages him to scoot forward. Pulling her into his lap, he sighs when their heated skin press flush against one another. His fingers brush against Arthur's as they both tease around her hips and continues to kiss at her neck.
He watches through heavy-lidded eyes, just relishing this heated exchange for a moment. ]
[She's so sure that Arthur's hand is going to end up where she wants it that when it doesn't, when his fingers come so close to touching her and then slip right back down her thigh ineffectually, she comes very close to growling at him and demanding he fix the mistake he's made.
But then there's Henry, hands on her waist and putting her in his lap, and he distracts her with something new before her patience can wear thin. When he sighs like that she pulls away from Arthur, turns her head to catch Henry's lips when he tries to go on kissing along her neck. It should feel taboo, she thinks, to switch between them so easily, but she's too lost in how good it feels to be wanted to get too worked up by what's right and what's crossing a line.]
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[That seems like an obvious thing to her, but looking between the two of them...]
There isn't any, though. So I guess-
[Might as well just start? And clear up the question of what's okay, who can do what. She takes it upon herself, reaching out to put a hand on Henry's shoulder for balance as she leans in, fits her lips to his in a careful, almost tentative kiss.
It's more of a brush of her lips to his at first, gauging how that feels and if she likes it before she presses a little harder, demands a little more from him. Her hand drifts up to his jaw to angle his head back, make sure their lips find the right angle, and by the time she pulls back she's a little flushed and fairly certain she's got the basics down.
Without much of a beat after that she's leaning towards Arthur and catching him up in her second kiss, using what she'd picked up in practicing on Henry to get things heated a little faster, lips parting, hand in his hair rather than on his jaw. She could use it to tug him closer and doesn't, aware of how put together he usually is and not wanting to muss him up too badly just yet.
She figures that can be something she and Henry do together.]
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Arthur had asked, but it's Rey that makes the overture. Her mouth meets Henry's and he feels his heartbeat speed up. It's one thing to think about three people being involved and quite another to see it happening. He can't even begrudge them for the lack of attention, especially not when Rey pulls away with a flush across her cheeks. It's a good look, he notes.
That's all he really has time to think about before her hand slides into his hair, tugging him into a kiss. Arthur goes easily, slides his tongue over hers and along her bottom lip. His hands slide to her waist first, easing his palms up her sides and just barely skirting her chest. ]
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As she's kissing Arthur, his eyes roam over the pair of them, how Arthur is brushing against her sides and he follows the trail with mounting interest. Not one to be idle, he figures it's as good a time as any to slide right against her. He wants to press flush against her, but sitting sideways in the tub doesn't exactly allow for much maneuvering fully seated. So instead, he leans forward and presses a breathy kiss to her shoulder before making a slow trail up her neck. Beneath the water, his fingers glide around her hips and experimentally press into the sharp curves. ]
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She'll probably manage it eventually, but for now she feels entirely comfortable parting her lips for Arthur's tongue, reaching back a little blindly for Henry to pull him in closer to her.]
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In the past his hookups have been either 1. furtive or 2. driven, neither situation granting him the desire to slow things down at all. Someone he'd slept with once called him "bossy" and he'd almost walked out right then.
(They might've been right).
That tension he usually carries with him is absent here now that Rey's joined them. He knows she wouldn't want to be coddled or treated like she's fragile, but he's still going to draw back, take it slower. There's something enjoyable in taking the time. Henry's pressed in closer as well, kissing along Rey's neck; Arthur's hands connect with his when he slides them back down. He follows the strong line of his wrist and up the inside of his arm with the tips of his fingers, feeling the flicker of his pulse. Arthur drops his other hand, traces Rey's inner thigh as he kisses her, purposely skirts away where the vee of her legs meet– just a tease. ]
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With the remaining waves of tension dissipating, Henry can sense all of their bodies relaxing into place, getting comfortable with each other and the space they occupy. Rey shifts slightly in her seat when Arthur's hand dips beneath the water, and the way she reaches for him only encourages him to scoot forward. Pulling her into his lap, he sighs when their heated skin press flush against one another. His fingers brush against Arthur's as they both tease around her hips and continues to kiss at her neck.
He watches through heavy-lidded eyes, just relishing this heated exchange for a moment. ]
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But then there's Henry, hands on her waist and putting her in his lap, and he distracts her with something new before her patience can wear thin. When he sighs like that she pulls away from Arthur, turns her head to catch Henry's lips when he tries to go on kissing along her neck. It should feel taboo, she thinks, to switch between them so easily, but she's too lost in how good it feels to be wanted to get too worked up by what's right and what's crossing a line.]