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2300 hours.
Zaeed, Jack, Garrus, and Thane sit around a table in the port observation lounge with an empty seat for Shepard, who - per usual - had been too busy to play. It was supposed to be a normal game of Skyllian Five. Somehow, it had devolved into a lewd sharing circle vaguely adjacent to a game of cards. Because Garrus had to open his big mouth and ask Jack what kind of cult makes every human shave their head.
“It was some galactic unity bullshit," Jack is saying. "The humans all shaved their heads to be more ‘alien’ or whatever. Because humans are the only aliens in the whole fucking galaxy with hair.”
Garrus folds this round, admitting defeat. He slides his chips across the table to Zaeed and curses under his breath. “Why’d you leave?”
"Because they were a bunch of pussies," she spits. "I didn’t want to be equal to them - I wanted to be better than them. The sex parties were great, though.”
All eyes turn to her.
“What? None of you guys have ever been to an orgy? Come on Garrus, I bet you’ve seen some shit.”
Garrus’ mandibles twitch. Silence falls awkwardly on the group, and Jack shrugs. “Your loss.”
“...There was one time.” Garrus coughs. “I walked in on an… event in the hot springs.” He tossed his cards in the center of the table and Zaeed snickered, collecting his chips. "I didn't stick around. Officer core stuff."
"Wuss," she says flatly.
Garrus huffs in affirmation and watches the ice clink around in his empty drink, eager to forget that particular evening.
“What about you, Zaeed? You Blue Suns guys ever get up to anything fun?”
The man grunts. “That’s private information,” he growls, challenging every incredulous stare at the table.
“Oh come on, you took a bullet to the face, but your sex life is too vulgar?”
Thane rolls his eyes over the rim of his tea mug.
“Leave him be," he murmurs.
Jack’s eyes light up. “Don’t think you’re getting out of this one, Krios. Spill it.”
“I assume there weren’t any drell in your orgy cult." He tosses her a sidelong glance. "Sex with multiple partners is common on Kahje.”
Jack (and the rest of the table) stare at him, slack-jawed.
“Shit, would’ve guessed sex was some big sacred thing for you guys”
Thane flashes a fraction of a smile. "Those things are not mutually exclusive."
Jack whistles, long and low. Garrus fidgets. Zaeed stacks his chips and dutifully ignores the conversation at hand. Thane's statement is heavy - it's kind of an open secret that he spends more time than most with their illustrious Commander. Garrus idly wonders if they ever…
Like an omen, the doors to the lounge open and Shepard herself walks in.
“Garrus, I need you for -” She looks up from her omni-tool. “You guys are playing Skyllian 5 without me?
“We invited you,” Garrus says dryly. “You never responded.”
“No you didn’t. If you did, I would have…” She scrolls through her messages, landing on the unopened notification.
| GV: "SK5, 2300."
"Motherfucker." Shepard shakes her head, unbound hair bouncing just slightly.
She's dressed casually - a gray cotton t-shirt under a black hoodie, only partially zipped. No makeup. He's always been drawn to her, the only human he'd ever call beautiful. Garrus stares blankly, as though he needs to conceal the fact that he's nagged by thoughts of Thane pulling that hoodie off her and…
"Meet me in the hold in 30. We're testing a new omni-tool mod. I know you're good at, uh…" she coughs, stifling a laugh. "…calibrating."
The table snickers and Garrus rolls his eyes.
As they wrap up their game, his eyes fall on Shepard’s backside as she strolls out the door, and he thinks about Thane's words.
It's not until later - much later, when he's utterly drunk after swapping stories with Joker in the cockpit - that he fires a message off to Thane.
| GV: "Group sex is common on Kahje?"
His body goes rigid when Thane responds mere seconds later.
| TK: "Yes."
A few moments pass while he looks at those three little letters in stunned silence, and then another message comes through.
| TK: "Shall I forward you an extranet article, or are you asking for more… personal reasons?"
Garrus closes his omni-tool so fast he's nearly blinded by the sudden darkness.
The night cycle does nothing to stop him from wondering what Thane means by “personal reasons.”
Garrus nearly forgets about his short, drunken exchange with Thane until Shepard pings them both for a mission to Omega.
They've been asked to tail Shepard from a distance. Their comm channel is shared with Samara, who politely but firmly informs them she will be moving on her own, and warns them about her code's decree - should they interfere unduly with her mission.
The snipers set up on apartment rooftops with a clear view to the target's apartment, their ears filled with pounding bass from Shepard's deafened comm. She's flirting with an ardat-yakshi. Garrus, despite his calculable trust in Shepard and her team, is wrecked with tension.
His comm channel is quiet, as it should be. But his nerves are tearing themselves apart in his gut and he blurts out the first thing he thinks will take the load off.
"I was drunk, Thane."
A pause. But the drell answers.
"Pardon?"
"That night I asked you about Kahje."
"You need not excuse yourself, I was not offended."
"...I know you and Shepard are close."
Thane makes an affirming sound. Garrus can hear him adjusting his position.
"We are. Find me after the mission, Garrus."
Thane is smart to refocus him, but the knot in Garrus' stomach tightens. He resumes his silent watch.
She finally appears in Morinth's apartment, clad in a little black dress, her elegant heels doing incredible things to her long, alien legs. The women sink into the couch and he watches through his scope as Morinth's hand slide up her thigh and they lean close.
Does Thane touch her like this?
Focus. He blinks rapidly, centering his scope on the asari's forehead. Morinth pulls Shepard into her lap. Their mouths are so close that Morinth's breath ruffles Shepard's hair.
What does human hair feel like?
Focus, Vakarian.
His subvocals are keening a desperate mix of arousal and anxiety as he pings Samara for a sitrep.
Thane's urgent voice crackles across the comm.
"Samara, target is locked."
There's a loud crash. A flash of blue ignites the apartment, and Morinth is dead beneath Samara's heel before Garrus can even kick himself for his lack of focus.
Despite Thane's instructions, Garrus pointedly does not look for him after the mission. He locks the doors to the battery and runs over his firing algorithms again - a tedious act of self soothing.
It works, to an extent. But there are only so many guns to calibrate. Eventually, he needs to eat. And because his luck is just that good, Thane rounds the corner into the mess just as Garrus is fixing himself a snack.
Garrus tenses, bracing himself for a reprimand of his performance during the mission. But as always, the man is full of surprises.
"Perhaps it is I who should apologize," Thane says, his tone neutral. "I may have misinterpreted your interest."
Garrus' hand lingers on the refrigerator handle. He fumbles for words. The day's events have left him with little energy for this conversation. But Thane is patient.
"Speak plainly," he continues, keeping a respectable distance between them. He's the very picture of patience; his posture relaxed.
Garrus takes a deep breath.
"You didn't misinterpret me. But I feel like I've overstepped."
"I assure you - you haven't."
Thane pauses, gives him an appraising, hardened look.
"Shepard is amenable to the idea."
"I- what?"
His mouth hangs open, his mandibles drop lax at his jaw. In the silence that follows, he could have heard a mouse fart.
"You're serious?"
Thane's face is impassive. "Should you wish it."
Garrus fumbles, feeling the weight of Thane's unreadable gaze. He has a million questions. But he only manages a few shaky words.
"Well… uh."
His deep breath is a leap of faith.
"Sure."
The hours before are excruciating. They aren't anywhere near a comm buoy for extranet access, and Garrus is mortified by the idea of asking any of the crew for human-turian sex tips.
He settles for a shower. Hygiene is a universal standard - right? He takes care to get every crevice between every plate and ridge, lost in imagining Shepard crawling all over him.
He doesn't notice Jacob enter the communal bathroom until the showerhead opposite him hisses to life. Garrus, in his desperate grasp to arm himself with knowledge of human biology, slides his eyes over.
Garrus carefully catalogs the differences between himself and the man opposite him, and he worries even more. Jacob's toned, muscular form is hot by human standards. Garrus' body is outright jagged by comparison. What if she wasn't into him?
"Everything alright, Vakarian?" Jacob says suddenly. "You look… out of it."
That's his cue to leave.
One fresh change of clothes later, he takes the longest elevator ride of his life.
"Come in," Shepard calls from beyond the threshold. There's a warm cadence to her voice, setting just a shred of his nerves at ease. The doors hiss open and his throat goes dry.
Thane's naked back is to him. Shepard's human skin is a sharp contrast to the viridian expanse of scales. She meets his eyes over Thane's shoulder and gives him a look that makes his heart leap - a little bit shy, a little bit sultry, and every bit as hard and focused as she always is.
He realizes it's the first time he's ever recognized human "bedroom eyes" - one of many ‘first times’ he's shaking to experience tonight. Nervous legs carry him step by step into the loft.
Garrus is not a timid man. He's been called overconfident and even cocky before - but relationships are his Achilles heel. Right now, his heart is pounding, mandibles twitching. The man is completely overwhelmed - and fuck, they aren't even undressed yet. His mind races. This is their space, you're intruding - shut up they invited you, it's fine - get me out of here - give me more.
Thane breaks his reverie.
"Garrus, join us."
"I- I brought brandy, I thought-"
A scaled hand touches his arm - gently. Thane's hands. The hands of a killer. The hands Shepard trusts with her life. He glances at them dumbly, like he's never been touched before. In truth it's been ages since he has, even between friends and family, and it makes his heart ache.
"Pour a glass if you'd like. I politely abstain."
Of course he does.
Shepard doesn't even wait for him to finish speaking - her mouth is fixed to the crook of Thane's shoulder, hands crawling over his backside.
"Yeah I'm- I think I need a minute." A lot of minutes. He doesn't even pour, just swigs straight from the bottle. Fuck it. He's the only dextro anyway.
“You uh, got a thing for aliens or something?” Garrus coughs like it’s going to make that question any less stupid.
"Yeah," she answers, a stifled laugh shading her voice.
Garrus doesn't know what to say to that. He nods, and blurts out his nerves like a damn freshman.
"I've never done this before.”
“Nor has she,” Thane blessedly responds. “Relax, Roshun."
The man has a quiet sort of authority to him. Garrus realizes he doesn’t know much about him at all - except, of course, that he appreciates his privacy. But Thane extends an arm and Garrus accepts without thinking, stumbling toward the two companions he’s about to become very familiar with.
“What did you call me?”
“Roshun,” he repeats, slower this time. "If you don't lose your nerve, perhaps I'll tell you what it means."
Shepard chuckles like she's in on some kind of joke, and gasps when Thane nips her ear. Are human ears erogenous? He makes a mental note to look that up later.
They welcome him into their arms, and the night begins.
After years in C-Sec, he's pretty accustomed to being around aliens. But however the fuck he finds himself undressed with Commander Shepard and a reclusive drell assassin is anyone's guess.
Shepard looks demure without her clothes on. Her skin is almost too smooth and her curves are more pronounced than he would have guessed. She's not at all the weird-colored asari he thought she'd be. Human skin is far softer, covered all over in the finest down of little hairs. His hands wander over the flare of her feminine hips, the iron sides of her waist, the gentle swell of her breasts - ever careful of his talons as he takes in her strange human nakedness.
Thane is unbuckling his pants by the bedside, and Garrus has to stop himself from holding his breath as the man's bare ass is presented for all the world, toned and firm and - damn.
Garrus is not opposed to the idea of touching another man, but he's scarcely thought about it before. The larger question of his sexuality looms in his mind and he takes another swig from his bottle of liquid courage. Turian society doesn't have an analogue for the smooth, rolling contours of a drell's physique. He's as alien as he is attractive, and he's igniting Garrus' blood like a spent heat sink into gasoline.
What’s that overused human phrase? You only live once?
Shepard reaches out to touch his cowl and he fights to remain still. Her hands look fragile without her armored gloves, her fingernails are thin and short compared to his talons. Fingertips drag down the pronounced keel in the center of his chest, gently, learning the peaks and edges of him as she goes.
"You're softer than I thought you'd be."
Soft? He raises a brow.
"What? Did you think we were made of rocks?"
She tilts her head, amused, wearing a look of interest, magnified by the way her hair hangs in a soft curtain on one side of her head.
"Something like that."
Her other hand comes up to his scarred mandible, and he forgets to breathe.
This is a fucking fever dream.
Shepard pushes him back into the bed, and his carapace meets warm, dark scales. Thane's arms drape around his waist like they were meant to hold him. Years of turian vigilance have taught him not to turn his back to danger. But Thane - deadly as he may be - isn't his enemy.
The man has such control - he wonders if Thane’s hands are as finely honed to give as they are to take. He's stroking the sensitive hide in the crease of his thigh, coaxing his cock out with a touch far too practiced. Thane’s chin perches on Garrus' shoulder and Garrus can smell him, the thick scent of musk, coconut, and incense. A sigh rumbles deep in his chest when Garrus leans harder into him.
His head tips to the side as Thane's lips begin to wander his neck. The intimacy of his kiss is so easy that, for a moment, Garrus forgets he's never been kissed before.
"Still feeling nervous?" Shepard asks, finally meeting his eyes.
He manages to quell his stammer.
"Just don't want to ruin a good thing."
It might be the most honest thing he's ever said.
Thane's voice is at his ear. "Relax, Roshun. You are not as far from ruined as you may think."
Shepard winks at him. Shepard fucking winks at him. And as Thane guides him back into a hastily assembled stack of pillows, she curls her fingers around his cock and begins to stroke him.
A low groan leaves his mouth. Her hand feels nice. Her eyes are half-lidded with desire. But the thirst in her voice could boil him alive.
"Hey there, big guy."
And then she dips her head. Shepard's lips push soft and warm against the head of his cock and he sucks in a breath, clutching at her arms because he simply does not know what the fuck to do with his hands. His body is a rigid line of tension, bracing himself for the unknown, his breath caught in his throat. It burns in his chest as her tongue slips out and sweeps across the darkened head of his cock and she sinks further down between his legs. Those hard, determined eyes look up at him through loose strands of her hair, her lips parted just slightly over him and he knows what she's about to do but he has no idea how to react. All he knows is he wants to see her - to watch his cock slip between her warm, human lips - a thing he never dared to believe he'd experience.
To that end, he raises a shaky hand and brushes the hair out of her face. Thane rumbles in approval, watching her over Garrus' shoulder.
In moments, he's getting exactly what he wanted, her eyes never leaving him as her mouth engulfs him one inch at a time.
Her throat is hot. Hot like a roiling bath, hot like Thane's hard body behind him. Hot like nothing else he's ever felt. And her tongue, short as it may be, feels like it's on every part of his cock. She bobs her head twice and then sucks herself back off of him, letting an excess of saliva pool where her fingertips are curled around his head, slicking her hand further in slow, firm strokes. Garrus can barely hold on. Talons scrape gently through her hair as she works, mouth open wide, dragging her tongue up the base of his cock with a knowing smirk in her eyes.
"Spirits, Shepard."
She says nothing, humming as her hands curl around his thighs and she sucks him in earnest. His eyes fall closed and his chest rumbles in satisfaction, creeping closer to the edge the longer she goes. It's so much, so good - he doesn't want it to be over so soon - fuck -
"Fuck, I'm- W-wait-"
She stops moving, gazing up at him with her mouth still stuffed full of him - fuck - he wants it so bad it hurts - but she doesn't argue. Shepard backs off slowly, and not without a seductive twirl of her tongue as she goes.
“Lay back,” Thane says calmly, slipping out from behind him.
Garrus lets them push him into the pillows as Shepard stands. He can already smell her, the thick scent of human arousal filling the air as she slides into his lap, and oh fuck, he's about to get very well acquainted with her indeed.
“I think it’s only fair that he gets a taste too, Siha.” Thane sits on the bedside, watching with a warm smile. “Garrus?”
He has a thousand questions but his rational brain is lost somewhere in their pile of clothes on the floor. His cock throbs with wanting as it brushes against the wetness between her legs. A quiet “Yeah,” is all he manages.
He lets her climb over his head, giving him a generous eyeful of her luridly spread thighs and the soft, glistening flesh at her apex. She smells amazing, the savory musk of her body so close to his face makes his blood pound with anxious need. He’s seen this kind of shit on Fornax before but the specifics of human pleasure elude him. Overwhelmed, he gazes up at her, and she seems to understand.
“Here,” she says quietly, her eyes falling closed as she uses two fingers to open herself and indicates a pearl of flesh nestled there. “With your tongue. And here-”
Her fingers push lower; she tilts her hips. He watches her slender human fingers slide into her body, his blood burning at the soft, wet sounds of her yielding flesh. She sighs, visibly exhaling in pleasure, her other hand joining the first between her legs to slide over the nerve bundle she’d shown him, and fuck, - the quiet, satisfied sounds she’s making… He fights to remain still, to focus on her technique, but it's damn hard.
She stops when Thane interrupts her, a hand on the small of her back guiding her forward.
“Don’t keep him waiting, Siha.”
Her fingers emerge, coated in the fluid of her arousal, still connected to her by a thin, viscous thread. It feels like he’s going to burst.
“Shepard…”
Before he can stop himself, tongue flicks out to break the quivering thread at her fingertips. The first taste of her is like a drug, blood surging through him. He shakes with the effort to restrain his readiness. Hands on her thighs, he gently guides her down and smothers himself with the soft mound of her cunt.
Her body is warm. Feverish, even. He can't see where he's going, but Garrus tucks his mandibles against her thighs and adapts to learning her with his tongue. Eyes closed, his world narrows to only taste and sound. He flicks his tongue, experimenting, carefully cataloging every tense and sigh she makes. His body doesn't care that she's not like anything he's ever touched before - the fire of his need is fueled by her heat, driven to inspire every sigh and gasp she has to offer until she can't move anymore.
And there's something he hadn't considered. He’s seen enough porn to know how human men experience sexual climax. But women?
…well, he's always preferred hands-on learning.
He pulls from her clit and re-situates her so she can grind on his mouth, his tongue tracing down the lines of her sex and slipping into her channel.
Her reaction is instantaneous. Her cunt settles heavy on his mouth as he sinks his tongue into her depths, a low moan filling the room around him. In moments, the sound is smothered - swallowed by Thane's mouth - like Shepard's body is some kind of conduit, pleasure flowing between the three of them like water.
She's shifting, grinding, moving into him now, and he cracks an eye to see the shadow of her breasts engulfed by Thane's hands as she leans against him for support. Garrus can't help the satisfied growl vibrating in his chest.
In a moment of smug satisfaction, he realizes that field work with Thane will never be the same again.
The mattress dips and Thane slides off the bed. Curious, but Garrus isn't concerned as long as Shepard keeps fucking his mouth. It isn't long before he feels a scaled palm slip over his knee and up his thigh, settling on the sensitive skin at his waist. The bed dips again as Thane crawls between his knees.
He drops tender kisses as he goes, moving closer and closer to his cock. Hands close around his waist - Garrus can't help but push his hips toward the radiant heat of Thane's ghosting breaths. Tense with anticipation, Garrus pushes his tongue deeper into Shepard's opening. They moan together as Thane's mouth finally swallows him in one easy motion.
Garrus' eyes slide shut, the sounds of his pleasure lost in the paradise of Shepard's hot, wet cunt. It's suddenly so much harder to focus on her, and she's not shy about letting him know his attention is wandering, either. Her hand comes down to caress his fringe, not quite grabbing, but certainly asking, as she grinds on him and silently begs him to keep going.
Between the two of them, it's the sweetest torture. Thane's mouth is every bit as hot and tight as Shepard's, but somehow his tongue is a different kind of intense. His tongue is forked, Garrus realizes as Thane pulls off his cock for just a minute and folds the split of his tongue around his head. The man's hand wraps firm around the base of his shaft to stroke him as he goes, setting a measured, perfect pace, like giving head is somehow a basic thing every drell knows how to do. Garrus' eyes roll back, and all he can do is writhe beneath the two of them. He fights to maintain the rhythm of his own tongue, his mouth slick with Shepard's arousal, her cunt absorbing every thrum and trill of pleasure he makes until he finally can't hold back any more. A hand on Thane's scalp is all the warning he manages to give before he's cumming hard into the man's heavenly throat.
It's blinding. His body pulses and his eyes roll back as Thane's tongue runs up his shaft, licking him clean, making him shudder in oversensation.
Shepard is lost above him, thrusting herself against his mouth as she chases her own release. Garrus is determined to bring here there, wants to learn first hand what the fuck his commanding officer looks like in the sweet chaos of orgasm -
Something warm and slick nudges his tongue, and Garrus cracks an eye open to see Shepard pitch herself backward, her hips falling away from his mouth.
"Get back here," he rasps, but a pair of strong hands close over his.
"Be still, Roshun."
Shepard gasps and fills the room with a long, satisfied moan. That's when Garrus realizes Thane has two cocks. Holy shit - two. One currently nudging Garrus' mouth - the other being swallowed between the unctuous lips of Shepard's cunt.
"Fuck," she breathes, high above him. Thane is kissing her face with one arm encircled beneath her breasts while he tilts her cheek towards him with the other. Trapped beneath them, Garrus watches their tongues meet in a wet kiss, and something suddenly clicks.
Kissing.
His whole body feels hot. He wants to be up there, with them, teasing his tongue across theirs as their bodies connect above and below. He wants to fuck her like this. But the thoughts keep coming - he wants to fuck Thane like this too. Wants to pull that lithe, green body against his plates and push his cock inside him, to join their bodies and see Thane's eyes slide closed with pleasure. He's never been intimate with another man before but the sudden thought makes his hide feel tight with arousal.
He makes a mental note to ask Thane for next time. (Will there even be a next time? God damn, there better be.)
Something stiff and warm pulls him from his thoughts. For some reason it's hard to focus when there's a veritable buffet of xenoerotica going on above him.
Thane's lower shaft hangs free between them, erect and stroking along Shepard's clit as he pushes inside her. The angled tip comes to rest against Garrus' plated mouth, slick, with soft pleats of red flesh lining the underside. Like his throat, Garrus realizes. The vibrant coloring absolutely screams erogenous - and Garrus is too worked up to think too much about it. His tongue flicks out, exploring the textures of Thane's length and hearing him groan into Shepard's mouth as he seats himself fully within her.
"Gods." Thane's voice is husky, his eyes unfocused. Unmoving for the moment, he's breathing hard. Garrus feels an inkling of pride. Erogenous was right - he traces the soft flesh under Thane's cock with the tip of his tongue, teasing, experimenting, seeing what he can do to draw more of those soft sounds from the other man's throat. Garrus' tongue is long enough, in fact, to graze Thane's cock as he reaches back upwards for Shepard's clit. And when he hears them both moan, he knows he's got the right idea.
They begin to move then. Thane's thrusts are long and measured, sinking in and out of her body, along her slit, along Garrus' tongue. There's a special kind of envy in him, not having an analogue for what either of them must be feeling, but he's spurred on by the unholy thoughts flooding his mind as they fuck over his mouth. Thane's cock tastes like salted citrus. Shepard tastes thick, like the air after a fight. And god damn, he can't reach his own cock from here, but he feels his blood surge at their mingled flavors, coaxing him back to full arousal so fast it nearly hurts. Every time Thane pulls out of her, the cleft of his ass pushes warmly against Garrus' renewed erection.
"Enjoying yourself, Roshun?"
Garrus can only groan in assent as he presses the meat of his tongue along Thane's upper shaft, tasting them both at the apex of their joining.
“What does she feel like?"
"Like you wouldn't believe," Thane says, his voice breathy. "Her body is so tight- so soft. She glides like the barrel of a well-oiled gun."
"Shepard," Garrus groans incoherently, his mind swimming at Thane's words.
Her hand closes around his fringe, urging his tongue towards her clit.
"Do you want him inside you, Siha?"
"Mmmm- I want-" her voice breaks into a moan as Garrus loops his tongue around the top of Thane's lower shaft and lets the man's thrust carry it across her cunt.
"F- fuck, Garrus."
Thane chuckles, somehow incredulously in control of himself despite everything. "You have a very talented tongue," he breathes.
Garrus reaches up with one long arm to palm her breast, and she shudders against them, blurting her thoughts into the room.
"I want you both," she pants. "I- I want you both to fuck me."
Garrus , with only an inkling of what that might entail, nearly chokes. He's never seen her like this. Shepard is always so focused, so incredibly resilient no matter what kind of hell she's leading them through. Right now she's rocking hard into both of them, her eyes closed, her wet mouth open and vocal. She looks completely out of her mind. No wonder humans are so finicky about sex, he thinks. She's in another realm. Her entire body looks like it's drugged on pleasure.
"Of course, Siha." Thane says into her skin. He pulls out from her and she whines, her hips instinctively following him backwards even as Garrus takes advantage of her newly empty cunt to push his tongue inside her again.
Thane wraps both arms around her to urge her back, and her slit skims the highest part of his keel on her way down his body. Thane positions her legs over Garrus' hips and she bites down on her lower lip as she strokes his length, pressing it against the wetness between her legs.
His eyes nearly roll back into his skull. Her flushed pussy lips spread over the head of his dark blue cock and he watches in disbelief as she sinks down on him. Thane was right. She feels like a fucking fever dream. Her walls are slick and hot, offering no resistance as he penetrates the core of her body.
The moan that leaves her mouth says it all. She leans back into Thane's arms and wriggles her hips as they go flush.
"Good girl, Siha." Thane kisses the side of her neck, his hands cupping her breasts. "Don't hold back."
It barely registers how deeply she surrenders herself to Thane's guidance as she begins to ride him. She moves desperately, sliding on and off him at a much faster pace than Thane had set, her vocalizations quickly gaining volume as she finds the right angle and drives herself against him. Her soft breasts bounce as she moves and god damn, Garrus thinks he's starting to understand those too. Her nipples are such a pleasing contrast to her skin that he can't help himself. He reaches out to tease one and is rewarded with a sharp gasp, her hand coming up to grip his fingers, holding up then where she wants them. So this is why human men are so obsessed with asari, he thinks to himself. He makes a mental note to test the bounds of this later - ideally, with his tongue.
Thane's hand trails down her stomach, teasing the radiant heat at the nexus of their joining. The contrast had Garrus reeling.
"How should I join you?" He croons into her ear.
She moans incoherently, and he smiles. Garrus feels Thane's fingertips split around his cock, pressed up against Shepard's scorching cunt, framing the wet thrust of their joining.
"Like this?" He murmurs.
Shepard shakes her head and Thane withdraws, but not before pausing to circle his fused fingers over her clit.
"Here, then," Thane murmurs, and Garrus can feel the warmth of his hand curling around one cheek of Shepard's bouncing ass.
If this is going where he thinks it's going… good god.
"Y-yes," she gasps, pushing her ass into Thane's hand. "Please."
Garrus' head spins. He can hardly believe his life right now.
"Garrus?"
She wants us both to- holy hell- Her body is so fucking tight he's actually worried for her. But shit, god damn. Unless he's hallucinating, that's what she fucking asked for.
Fuck it. they're all adults here. Garrus is scarcely able to protest Shepard's wishes. He's not going to last much longer as it is.
"Spirits, Thane. Whatever you guys want, I want."
Garrus swears he sees Thane's frill darken at his answer. He reaches over and retrieves some manner of lubricant from her nightstand drawer, popping the cap with a practiced thumb. Garrus doesn't even have to ask if they've done this before - he feels Thane's hand brushing his cock as the man spreads a generous amount of slick lubricant at her entrance.
After cleaning his hands, he swipes her hair from beside her ear and leans down to whisper.
"On your hands and knees, Siha."
Shepard doesn't bend so much as fall forward, landing with hands splayed on either side of Garrus' carapace.
Garrus can just barely make out Thane's green hand engulfing his lowermost cock. It's lighter in color than the rest of his body, and the hypnotic contrast of his hand sliding up and down his length with ease is ludicrously hot. Thane pumps himself a few times, his eyes falling closed at his own familiar touch. And then he leans forward, reaching for her.
Shepard locks eyes with him, and gods, her face. Garrus would lay down every moral he possesses to remember the sweet look on her face forever. Her eyes drift upward as they slowly close, unfocused and blissed out as Thane enters her from behind.
For a moment, everything nearly stops. Shepard is panting hard as she takes the intrusion. Thane's hand is wrapped around her waist, fingertips moving across her clit in slow circles as the three of them join together. Garrus can feel it too, an exquisite pressure along the underside of his cock as they both fill her.
Her voice breaks the silence as she takes the bulk of him.
"Holy fuck. Thane, I'm- fuck-"
Garrus can hardly breathe. He squeezes her thighs in solidarity. Me too, Commander. Me too.
Thane's voice almost breaks. Almost.
"So tight… Siha. Just a little longer." He kisses the back of her neck, shaking with restraint. "Incredible."
"I'm so close, Thane, please."
"Not yet." His breaths are coming hard, his voice echoing with a growl of pleasure as her beautiful, adaptive human body stretches around both of them.
Her only response is a low whine, pushed out through clenched teeth. Her cunt is so tight and full it makes Garrus see stars. He swears her body is even hotter than it was a minute ago, her heat rising until it feels like she's going to melt them all down. His talons are digging into her flesh so tight it must be painful, but he doesn't care, not when she's gripping them like a vice and pulsing like a neutron star. She lets out a sharp cry when Thane bottoms out.
Garrus' large hands hold tight to her thighs as she trembles, Thane thrusting dutifully above her as he asks - no, orders:
"Kiss her, Roshun."
Shepard's face is only inches above him and he pulls her down with a palm on the back of her neck, mashing his mouth against hers. Her lips are so soft - so ungodly soft - just like the inside of her body. He's floored, damn near distracted wondering - is every human as soft as Shepard? How could humanity's finest soldier be so fucking soft inside? Her tongue, short but thick, slides against his mouth, slipping between his plates, the texture is so slight it's almost smooth.
And her mouth is wet. Every bit as wet as she is between her legs, but more mild in flavor.
She moans against him and his mind is racing with invasive, barely controlled lust. Thoughts about pushing her down, devouring her cunt, and carrying her essence to her lips just to taste everything she has to offer. Sweet like the most savory fruit, thick and wet with sex.
"Please," she whispers against him, hands clutching at his cowl.
Thane pulls out just barely, his fingertips trapped by Garrus' carapace against her cunt. He rocks back into them, the ribbed underside of his length rippling through her ass, and Garrus can feel every inch of him through her walls.
"Come for me, Siha. Come for both of us."
She wails in pleasure. Everything loses focus from that point on.
Her unbelievable human body comes down hard on them, her insides clenching and releasing in short, intense bursts of sensation. She cries out, her ass and cunt speared open on two alien cocks, the arousal-gorged sleeve of her body pulsing in time with her gasping lungs.
Thane hauls her up against him, thick scaled arms wrapped around her chest in an intimate display of possession. Garrus sees her in an unknowable moment of glory, unable to respond as Thane's hand closes gently around her throat. Her cunt clenches hard around him, her torso held tight against Thane's chest, breasts heaving as she comes.
The sight of her leaves him speechless, damn near finishes him. He holds out only because he came earlier into Thane's mouth, but damn if he isn't close behind.
Vulnerability settles over her after that. Thane lets her go and she drapes heavily over Garrus' chest, still but for the rolling push-pull of the two of them inside her. She gasps in time with every thrust, panting out more, yes, fuck shit god damn.
If he's not mistaken she's even more wet than she was before, the already scant friction of their joined bodies somehow even less now that she's peaked. Garrus can't help but wrap his arms around her as he chases his own release. Her hair falls into his eyes and he brushes it away, pressing his forehead to hers, wondering why, how, what the fuck is making him want to stay in her arms forever when he was only invited for the evening. She smells like salt and tastes like life, her breath is warm and hot on his cheek, and for fucks sakes, he'd let her kill him right now and fucking thank her for it.
"More," she whispers, drunk on climax and pleasure. He can feel her soft breasts on either side of his keel. "Fuck me, Garrus."
It's then he realizes he's going to come inside her, and that sets his heart racing.
"I'm close," he rasps, desperately searching for the further instructions he only now feels like he needs. Is that something unique to Thane? How can a man fill a bedroom with his presence when he's so quiet on the battlefield?
"Tell him what you want, Siha."
Thane is a smart man, Garrus thinks. Far smarter than he's ever given him credit for.
"Come inside me." She whispers. Her voice is so quiet that Garrus wonders if Thane even heard her. If he didn't, he doesn't seem concerned. And as her lips slide over his mandible, he breaks, pumping himself ragged into her blissful, heavenly cunt.
Shepard groans in delirium as his cock softens and retracts, thoroughly coated in their fluids, his spend already sliding out of her. He's in a daze as Thane takes over.
The man withdraws, coaxes Shepard off Garrus' hips and onto her back. Ever the gentleman, Thane takes a moment to clean himself as Shepard flexes her stiff limbs.
As he lays beside her, Garrus wonders if he should leave them to their lovemaking. But as he sits up to go, Shepard snatches his wrist - a simple touch that says I want you here. He lets her hang on to him as he shuffles over just a little - close enough to feel their warmth. Far enough to get a front row seat.
Now he can see what she sees.
Thane's long body arches over her, settling between her knees as he gathers the excess of fluid at her apex and smears it over and into her blushing cunt. The sight makes his cock twitch so hard it's almost painful, watching Thane's fused fingers pointedly delve inside her while she groans with incoherent, sated bliss.
Thane says nothing, positions his lower shaft at her backside and pushes inside, but only slightly. Garrus' eyes are glued between her legs as Thane takes the tip of his other and aligns it with her cunt. And then both of his cocks are prying her open, a seething green column pushing into the pinked mouth of her sex. Spirits above and below. It's like his body was made to ruin her.
He fucks her hard. The only one in the room not yet sated, Thane chases his climax with selfish abandon as she clutches him, her toes curling, ankles digging into the backs of his powerful , scaled thighs as she begs him over and over for more, gods, yes, please, more. Her tits bounce with every thrust and her grip on Garrus' wrist tightens as she drags his enormous hand to her chest, haphazardly pushing her breasts into his fingers as Thane fucks her like a man on fire. Garrus doesn't need to be told. He rolls to his side, grips one breast in his hand while his tongue seeks the other, finally tasting one alluring nipple while she gasps in ecstasy.
"You're a quick study, Roshun," Thane pants above them. "Give her what she wants."
Fuck, does Thane know her body this well after a few short weeks aboard her ship? How long has this been going on under his oblivious nose?
The long, smooth sides of his talons tug at her nipple while his tongue works the other, and she comes loudly under the two of them, shaking so hard he has to actively fight himself to trust that she's okay. And at last, Thane roars his climax, buried to the root inside her, his spend already pushing past his twin shafts and onto the sheets below.
He lowers himself to her and kisses her so tenderly that Garrus almost feels like he shouldn't watch.
Shepard's eyes are glassy. Her knees relax, and Thane breathes hard, shifting to lay by her side.
Exhaustion settles across their sprawled limbs as they lay panting in the quiet. Shepard's arm curls slowly around Thane's shoulders. With her other hand, she twines her too-many fingers with Garrus' three.
"Wow," Shepard breathes, her voice hoarse.
Thane lets out a muffled groan, his face buried in her shoulder. He looks winded, but comfortable. He stretches a tired arm across her belly and settles his hand over theirs.
For once, Garrus is okay with the silence between them - even if Shepard's human bed is not quite long enough for his turian legs.
They lay together until she groans and pushes herself up.
"I'm gonna go clean up."
Garrus nods. Thane is already dozing, sheets curled around his legs. But as she closes the door to the restroom, he reaches across the bed for him, pulling him close.
Thane settles his cool scales snugly against all of Garrus' plates and ridges, humming in contentment. Joker would laugh himself to the emergency room if he learned that Sere Krios is, in fact, a "real cuddler."
Before long, both men are fast asleep.
Shepard steps out of the restroom shortly after with a half-eaten snack bar in hand. With a gentle shake of her head and a soft laugh, she snags a picture of the sight before her and fires it off to Garrus.
When Garrus wakes, hours later, there's a human elbow jutting into his face and a sleepy drell curled under his arm. Shepard's fish tank bubbles quietly and he lays there, watching their shining scales flick back and forth in the dim light.
He hadn't meant to fall asleep. Shepard is sprawled out like a starfish - he must be in her way. Surely Thane is too tired to understand he's snuggled into with a scarred up turian?
Carefully, Garrus reaches across the tangle of limbs to the nightstand where he'd left his visor, figuring it's best to leave them to their privacy.
His visor isn't there. In its place, his omni-tool is flashing with a new message alert. His neck flushes at the photo attachment and the accompanying words.
| SHEP: "You guys are still here..."
| SHEP: "...round two?"