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Tonight Jo was laid in the middle of the two, Thorfinn favored the edges of the bed, be it right or left it didn’t matter, He just needed a means of escape sometimes. Only Kol knew this, Thorfinn had spoken the truth of it one day when they were hunting. While his heart belonged to them, his mind was still haunted and sometimes he needed to run and free himself and spare his ego by not letting them see him break down. A norsemans pride was important to him. Kol told Jo in hushed words one night when she noticed Thorfinn was gone. She let him have his space, he leaves her be when she needs it. All of them have wounds, all of them have scars even if his were more literal than expected.

The point was Jo was laying in the middle of Kol's bed on her side, Thorfinn was laying next to her face to face, while Kol was behind her, his lips were dancing across her neck while Thorfinn's devoured her lips while she fisted his hair roughly with one hand, and clawed at the back of Kol's neck with the other. Every thrust Kol gave drove her to meet Thorfinn's less aggressive thrusts. They both knew by now that when the younger viking neared his peak that worry of hurting her would vanish. This wasn't the first time she had taken them both at once, Thorfinn had nearly paniked the first time for fear of hurting her, he had hovered the whole next day in fear that she would be in pain or limping and he didn't stop blushing even once Kol finally shooed him off to the wood pile.

Kol and Jo ran the show, Thorfinn never asked for anything he merely gave, because they gave him more than he could ever know he wanted. More than he ever knew he needed. Nights twisted in each other's sheets chased the demons mostly away, he was always to spent and at peace for the dreams to catch him. Nothing could hurt him while he laid in their arms.

Jo's breathing quickened as she broke the kiss gasping for breath, dirty words flying back and forth between her and Kol, the sound of a smack followed. Kol, Kol always smacked her rear when he liked a particular phrase her lips uttered out… Thorfinn wasn't even sure Jo had realized that trait, but he had. He watched them, learned from them and gave his all to them.

A strangled noise escaped him as his mind started to white out when he felt her body tighten around him. "Fuck." He breathed out.

"Here we go." Kol chuckled out, as he moved his hands to steady Jo's hips, while she started clawing up Thorfinn's back and harsh breaths and whimpers flowed from both, a growl now and then came from Thorfinn as he moved harder and faster, chasing his end, pouring all of himself into that last run. This was systematic, almost a pattern. Jo called out his name as he slammed home one more time, she bit down on his ear as this time he screamed her name, not screaming for help from dreams but screamed her name as his whole world exploded and his strength zapped from him, leaving a bony mess behind.

He didn't worry though one he fell back on his back, Kol pulled her up to her knees moving in that same rhythm that he had been moving in the whole while, and a hand moved around to her front, his devilish fingers moving to pleasure her, where Thorfinn's stamina was still something in works, Kol had it in spades and was in no hurry to send the lovely blonde huntress over the edge just yet. Thorfinn laid on his back his brown eyes watching every way Jo's face twisted in pleasure, every groan she gave and gasp that escaped Kol. The constant barrage of loving insults. Tonight unlike most nights he didn’t just stay still and watch them, no he shifted so he close shift his shoulders up and kiss her lips from below with his back on the mattress, but chest held up by his elbows. Wanting to play some more even with his body spent. The night was still young after all, and it would be awhile before Kol showed mercy or Jo said to hell with him and bucked him off only to finish herself off.

Either way, Thorfinn didn't care, he enjoyed seeing both. It was a good thing he didn’t understand the concept of being a voyeur.

1. Introduction and recent photo

Hello there, my name is Koko, okay. Its not really Koko but its close enough. I share a name with the rag doll from A Nightmare Before Christmas I am rockstar death age, 27. And An avid music fan.

I used to fancy myself a writer then I realized I just don't have the attention span for that, so I am an rper of complex stupid men. Really its more fun then it should be. I love my boys as much as if they were living beings. Likely because one I adored the actor and the other I made myself.

Err, umm. I'm on eastern standard time, and here's a better outdated intro!
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