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“She likes a man in costume,” Hancock noted, as Nora snuggled into John’s coat.
“You know what I’m doing here,” Nora muttered, slipping her arms around both men.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re cold, and we’re the warmest bodies in the Commonwealth,” Nick chuckled. “But I’m still dressed as a detective, and the man on your left is a history cosplayer, so his point still stands, right?”
“She digs us,” Hancock laughed. Nora slapped his arm playfully, her eyes closing.
“Let her be, John,” Nick chided. “She’s been running up and down the Commonwealth for days now. Lady needs a nap.”
“I’m not actually tired,” Nora said, her eyes still closed.
“You’re not tired?” Hancock repeated.”Really?”
There was something about the tone of his voice that made Nora’s eyes open. When they found his face, he was smirking.
“What?”
“You’re cold but not tired,” he said. “Which means that actually the best way to warm you up isn’t lazing around like this.”
“Doesn’t that mean taking off her vault suit?” Nick asked casually, his hand on her hip. Nora bit her lip. “Seems counterproductive don’t you think?”
“Nah, we can keep the suit on and just tear in a couple places,” Hancock replied. “You’ve got a needle, right Nicky?”
“You mind us tailoring your clothes a little, doll?” Nick stroked her hip and Nora shook her head, her mind vivid with pictures of them warming her up. John cracked a slightly feral grin and his mouth came down to claim hers.
Nora groaned into his lips, feeling his hand slip between them to unzip her suit. Nick’s fingers ran down her ass and she felt him cup her mound, applying a little pressure. She bucked with a soft moan. John’s fingers scraped pleasantly up her belly, hooking beneath her bra and tugging at it.
“What are we gonna do with this?” he murmured. “I wanna cut it.”
Nora’s stomach flipped in delight and she let out a soft gasp as both Nick’s hands slid down, briefly cupping her ass. He gripped a handful of blue suit and ripped, splitting the seams around her crotch. She grabbed John’s arms as the ghoul tugged the soft cups of her bra and pulled them down to expose her breasts.
Nick’s hand slid beneath the tear in the suit as John’s head dropped to her chest, the synth’s intact fingers pushing her underwear to one side and rubbing gently at her clit. Nora yelped as Hancock’s tongue swiped across her nipple, the texture teasing the flesh until it was stiff. He cupped the other breast in one hand, thumb copying his tongue until shivers were running down her spine. She was warm already, but she had no interest in stopping them now.
John gripped her thigh and slung it over his leg, and Nick thanked him softly as it opened her up to his firm strokes. Nora gripped Hancock’s shoulders, arching to press herself harder into his tongue. The warmth that rushed through her pooled between her thighs. She could hear it on Nick’s fingers as he ran a few fingertips over her wet folds.
“Feeling better?” Nick murmured. His metal fingers squeezed her ass again. Nora whined.
“Uh huh,” she gasped, and Nick nestled firmly against her back, two fingers pushing deep into her. Hancock’s fingers dropped down go replace Nick’s and that textured skin rubbed against her clit just so, a wet rush of pleasure pulsing between her thighs. A loud moan filled the room and Nora wanted to repay the favour, to reach into John’s pants and wrap her fingers around him, but then the two men swapped.
Those ghoulish fingers fucked her deeply as Nick stroked her nub in fast circles. She shook, grinding into Nick’s lap. She heard the synth laugh softly and his mouth pressed gently against her neck, gentle bites nipping at the skin as their touches fed a growing knot of pleasure. She was so warm now but it was nice, a heat that grew with each swipe of John’s tongue and stroke of their fingers.
“I think she’s warm enough,” Nick murmured and Nora whimpered helplessly.
“Please.”
“I think she needs a little more,” Hancock kissed the swell of her breast, “what do you think?”
“I suppose you’re right. Can’t take any risks.”
John grinned at her, his hand slipping down to unbelt his pants. “What do you think, princess? You need something a little more energetic?”
Nora panted sharply, nodding. Fuck, she’d do anything for them to keep going. Her hips squirmed against their fingers and John undid his belt with one hand. Nick’s hand slipped away as the ghoul’s cock replaced them, rubbing against her nub. Her loud cry was muffled by a kiss as Nick bit her neck. John’s hips drew back and his cock pressed against her slit. Nora arched forward.
His fingers grabbed her ass, pushing his cock into her with one thrust. The ridges of his ghoul skin had Nora grabbing at his arms.
“You never had a ghoul before?” John murmured, rocking his hips slowly. Nora shook her head, whimpering at the friction. He nipped at her lips, grinning. “You seem to be liking it.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his body against hers, breasts pressing against his chest as she kissed him roughly.
“You warm enough yet?” Nick asked teasingly, and she felt his hand slipping back between her thighs as John started to roll against her.
“Hnnn,” was the only thing Nora could say as his fingers stroked at her clit in firm circles. Her body jolted and she heard them laugh softly as she gasped, held in place on Hancock’s thighs by the firm grip on her ass. John used that leverage to devastating advantage and Nora found herself shaking as pleasure coiled between her thighs with each stroke of his cock against her walls. The textured skin grinding into her body seemed designed to catch and tease the most sensitive parts of her and as Hancock shifted his hips a little, the thick length of him found her sweet spot and Nora nearly exploded. The noise she let out had both of her lovers sucking in a breath.
“I like that noise,” Hancock murmured, and Nick’s fingers rubbed harder. John pulled her ass flush against his lap and drew back a little before he thrust forward roughly, moving back and forth. Nora’s hands raked down his back and a groan escaped him as her thigh curled around his waist.
“Wonder who’s the warmer body,” Nick mused. John let out a frustrated noise as his cock thrust harder into Nora’s body and Nora squirmed on top of him.
“Nick, really?” John grunted.
“What, am I distracting you?” the synth chuckled. John groaned as Nora kissed him, her body trembling as they wound her tight.
“Fuck,” John groaned, and pulled her flush against him as he moved faster. Nora’s skin tingled, her stomach swooping.
“There we go,” she heard Nick murmur in her ear, and his fingers kept rubbing as the heat uncoiled between her thighs. Shaking, Nora almost screamed, crushing Hancock against her body. Her hips squirmed furiously into John’s thrusts as she clamped down around him, each stroke only prolonging her pleasure until she was slumped against him, panting heavily. The drag of his cock was quickly turning into that raw overstimulation and oh god, the ghoulish skin made that so much more sensitive. She was still trembling as he sped up roughly, chasing his own climax now.
“Fuck, Nora,” Hancock growled. His voice was wavering and as the heat from her orgasm subsided, she could feel him twitching.
A muffled mmm came from above her and she went to move her head. Her scalp pressed against somebody’s chin and then she heard John moan again.
His cock pulsed, and then the warmth of his cum filled her, twitching inside her. Nora stroked her fingers up and down his chest as his hips bucked a little longer, and then finally stopped. She watched Nick’s hands move and felt them stroking up her body.
“Feeling better?” John teased after he stopped panting. Nora nodded.
“Tired now,” she muttered, and snuggled back between the two of them.
“Good night to you too,” Nick chuckled.
“Thank you,” she added.
“Anytime doll.”