Birthday Request Event - 2024

Gift 23 - Marco/Rayleigh/cisfem!reader

Gift Details ♥
Reader Style: cis fem
Character: Marco / Silvers Rayleigh (Writer's Choice!)
Vibe: NSFW Consensual (Writer's Choice!)
AU: Canon AU (Writer's choice!)
Prompt: Trying Again (exes getting back together) (Writer's Choice!) 

Summary: It's been a few years since your paths have crossed, but after five years maybe it was time to try again.

Content Notes: threesome, alcohol, vaginal sex, oral sex, going until the sun comes up

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

You hadn't expected to see him again. You certainly hadn't expected to see both of them again, especially not in the same place at the same time. But there they were.

Rayleigh noticed you first, leaning back against the bar while he'd been chatting with Marco. He sees you, but doesn't seem to say anything to the bird. You're in the doorway so, if you wanted, you could turn and walk out.

Something tells you that Ray would let you leave, if leaving was what you wanted to do.

You hadn't parted ways from Marco because you wanted to. You'd only drifted away from Ray because he reminded you of the other. It had been the three of you, so often, that it was hard to see one without thinking of the other.

But duty to his captain had pulled Marco away again and again, and you hadn't been able to wait. Rayleigh was always a wanderer. He and Shakky had an open relationship, so there wasn't any guilt there, but he wasn't the constant in your life.

Marco was.

Something in Rayleigh's expression, or maybe something in your heart, had you moving toward the bar. The old man turned his head toward Marco and said your name, even if you couldn't hear them yet over the din of the other people at the bar, you knew the shape of your name on his lips.

There's no change in Marco's body language, ever able to keep his cool, you weren't surprised to see he was even better at it now. Nerves twist your stomach a little, worry gnawing at the edges of your resolve, fear that what had felt like a mutual understanding was more one-sided than you thought.

Maybe Marco didn't want to see you again.

Before your steps could falter he turned in his seat and greeted you with a smile. Bright and easy, none of the small tells that gave away when he was actually straining or stressed. You relaxed, returning the smile and joining the two of them at the bar.

Times had changed, and it took hours to catch up on it all. What you spoke about covered nearly five years of time since the last you'd seen one another. Your adventures, their adventures. The losses, and victories. Long conversation turned into long drinks, and the drinks and time dissolved the soft barriers that had come up around the three of you. Your hand on Marco's leg when you laughed at a joke, turned into his fingers resting against your back.

By the time Rayleigh suggested the three of you go somewhere more private, you were sitting in Marco's lap, your feet resting on Rayleigh's thighs. It was just that easy.

Once in a room of your own, little slows you down. Rayleigh and Marco have you out of your clothes before you can even tug the sash away from their pants. Soft kisses press against your skin as the two gentlemen kiss from your fingertips to your shoulders, their hands caressing all but the most sensitive of places.

You shift easily between the two, reveling in the dance as they finally begin to disrobe. Fingers, lips, and tongues wander until your lips press against his. Teal blue eyes burn in your vision and the shaky breath between you is enough to know.

Rayleigh's cock presses against your dripping entrance as he and Marco guide you down onto his lap. Rayleigh has your legs and Marco kneels between you both, stealing kisses down your chest as you settle your back against Ray's chest.

Five years and you're still so tight he coos.

Still so small and sweet he says.

Rayleigh's legs keep yours spread wide as his rough hands tease your nipples, hot kisses against your neck as Marco licks your clit, his hands on your thighs. One of your hands is buried in Rayleigh's long hair, urging his kisses at your neck to sink more deeply. Your other hand teases Marco's hair, keeping the few locks swept aside so you can see the flicker in his eyes from between your legs.

You rode Marco's tongue, and Rayleigh's cock with the same movements, blood rushing and breath falling from your lips hot and needy. The sweet keening of your moans spurs them on. Nails leave bruising half-moons, and sharp teeth dig fleeting marks into your skin.

Rayleigh helps you keep your pace as pleasure stutters your hips, and Marco nibbles and sucks your throbbing clit as your body goes taut. Nothing muffles your sweet cry as your body shudders in orgasm.

You lose track of who is where. It doesn't matter, pleasure is the focus of the evening, and so you lick, stroke, and accept whoever comes near. Greedy words fall from your lips, and sweet sentiments of praise lick hot against your ears.

Eventually it's just you and him. Those teal blue eyes that flicker into your mind despite the haze. The sweet warm voice that vibrates against your skin as he kisses everything he can reach. The deep throb as he buries himself inside you again, and again, and again. Flames soothe the marks in your skin, relieve the ache from repeated rounds from your cunt and thighs.

Marco's stamina becomes yours, even as the healing slakes its payment from your stamina.

You'll never keep up, but this way you can last longer. This way you can sing for him until the sun breaks the horizon and glistens against your sweaty bodies. This way pleasure and need can drip down your thighs in equal measure.

"Again," you murmur, limbs barely moving despite your efforts.

"Tomorrow." Marco hums in response, pulling you up against his chest and kissing you gently.

"It already is tomorrow," you grin, moaning against his lips as his fingers slip along your spine.

"It is already today, yoi." He corrects, kissing the tip of your nose. "Come back with me."

"Mm, to the island?"

"Yeah."

"No battles?"

"No more, yoi."

"Gonna make me coffee in the mornin'?"

"Yeah."

"We can watch the stars at night?"

He nods, kissing your forehead. "Whenever you want."

"Yeah." You sigh. Your lips press together as you let yourself get a little lost in his eyes. "Hey. Say it."

Marco smiles. "I love you, yoi."