Pretty Poison - Saltburn

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He was thrusting into her hard, his brown hair falling onto his damp forehead, small beads of sweat running down his temples. An ungodly moan escaped Olympia's throat; she looked glorious withering beneath him; a gorgeous, needy mess. She threw her back head in ecstasy, eyes shut tightly, mouth slightly agape.

„More." She begged breathlessly, barely managing to get the words out at all.

And of course, he obliged. His right hand sneaked around her throat, pressing down slightly, her moans turning into whimpers of desperation.

He slowly, painfully slowly pulled out of her almost all the way, only to sink himself into her again, this time even rougher and deeper.

„You like that, huh?" He grunted as he watched her move with heavy eyelids, arch her back in a desperate attempt to get even more pleasure out of his movements.

She merely nodded, breathing hard and eyes opened only the slightest.

"Use your words, pretty." He smiled to himself.

Olympia opened her mouth, attempting to form a sentence but just when she did, he thrusted into her again causing another moan to float from her lips.

"Fuck you." She hissed but was grinning slightly. He chuckled too, lowering his mouth towards hers, kissing her roughly before he trailed off, kissing down her neck over to the mount of her breasts.

He groaned when she dug her nails into his shoulder blades deeply, wanting release so badly it almost hurt.
Fastening his pace, he was sucking on her beautiful, delicate skin, undoubtably leaving marks all over her body.

He was tarnishing a temple really, but God did they look beautiful together. Oliver was astonished every time again when he watched them. Bodies moving against one another in sync, those desperate, beautiful sounds escaping her mouth; the pinnacle of eroticism in his eyes.

How they were relishing each other, so full of dislike and appreciation at the same time, merely using one another to get pleasure.

It was amusing and tragic honestly that neither of them seemed to realize that this wasn't just sex. In Oliver's opinion, it was the beginning of a tale as old as mankind. A tale of two men desiring one woman, a tale that almost inevitably would end in doom.

He stood hidden away behind a tree, outside of Farleigh's dorm room, watching them as if they were a particularly interesting movie.

As of late, he had figured out that he was rather fond of watching, voyeurism as it was called among experts. Turned out, it appealed to him almost as much as indulging in the act of intercourse himself, or perhaps that was only due to his obsession with Felix and Olympia.

He was lucky really that Felix's and Farleigh's dorms were on floor level and by the way they had the window wide open right now, it seemed as if Olympia was almost begging to be watched.

"You're taking me so good." He could hear Farleigh groan, his skin glistening in the dim lighting in the room. Oliver watched thrust after thrust, watched Olympia's face distort in pleasure when she finally reached her high, Farleigh's name spilling from her mouth in a high-pitched moan like a prayer.

Perhaps one day, she'd say his name like that. He chuckled quietly to himself at that thought, lighting the cigarette between his lips.

A couple of moments later, every muscle in Farleigh's body flexed as he came as well, pulling out of Olympia at the last second and spilling all over her stomach.

And Oliver too, was yearning for release. He exhaled sharply while he watched Farleigh move from the bed towards what he assumed the bathroom to be and disappeared inside.

Olympia was laying, propped up on her elbows, staring after him, breathing heavily still. She looked breathtaking really, skin glowing and hair a tangled mess. He could see the flushed color of her cheeks even from this distance, could see the marks Farleigh had left all over her body; mocking him, laughing at him.

Exhaling the smoke he saw how Farleigh returned from the bathroom, a, what appeared to be slightly wet, towel in hand with which he carefully began to clean Olympia up.

She snickered at that action, looking like she was amused by Farleigh's aftercare rather than touched.
"Well, that's new." He could hear her comment dryly, "Usually, you just toss me the towel like I'm you're whore."

"Well, aren't you?" Farleigh asked, his tone not letting Oliver decipher whether he was teasing her or meant what he said.

Olympia on the other hand, seemed to take his statement as banter, laughing lightly as she pushed him away from her body, softly yet determinedly.

"If anything, you're my whore. My dirty, little secret."
She tossed the towel to the side, her stomach cleaned now, as she put on her panties again and the pastel blue button-down shirt, he had seen Farleigh in earlier.

Farleigh tutted, pulling on his underwear as well before dropping on his bed, crossing his arms behind his head.

"We both know the only reason this-" he gestured between the two of them, "is a secret, is because you're too fucking scared that it'll upset dear darling Felix."

At an instant, the energy in the room had changed, and Oliver who had been on the brink of leaving, froze, his full attention on the pair inside again.

He suspected -no knew- that Farleigh was right. Olympia and Farleigh had started hooking up regularly after their little encounter at the house party which had been almost two months ago.

Usually, neither of them was very discreet about their rendezvous, nor ashamed about them and normally, Felix and occasionally Oliver were the first to be told about Olympia's newest conquest. Yet, about all this, she had been suspiciously quiet, nothing had slipped past her pink lips and Oliver assumed that she was planning on never telling Felix about it.

Understandably so, he had to admit. He had gotten to know Felix rather good in the time they spend together, and his jealousy was an ugly trait of his.

He'd kill first Farleigh and then Olympia if he found out and it didn't exactly help that he most definitely was deeply and utterly in love with her.

Even though Felix wasn't admitting that to himself yet, Oliver was sure of it by now.

note: I'm currently on holidays in Australia and I didn't bring my laptop so I've written this on my phone instead of on my laptop like I usually do, and idk writing on my phone feels kinda wrong to me so if this is a little off, I'm sorry.
I also don't have a lot of time here to write at all, so this was written a little hectically and I apologize that it's such a short chapter.

Anywho, important question: Who would you prefer to be endgame; Farleigh or Felix because depending on who, i might change the future plot a little bit