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☆ Round Two!

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Childermass & Lascelles fuck Drawlight at the same time while glaring at each other, starting up a sort of competition over who can arouse him more, like Childermass smacks his ass really hard and Lascelles pinches/pulls his nips roughly and so on and so forth, just goes from there. Like "aha, he moaned louder than I did that!"

Meanwhile Drawlight’s having the best damn time ever.

This is all I want in life OP, I hope this gets filled!

I would gladly read this!

[A/N: This is not the pairing I normally write, and it’s pretty-much a crack version of Drawlight-is-a-Complete-Tart (which is a fannish version anyway), but it’s the last of three apology-fics I’ve written for causing drama on the kink-meme and nearly ruining people’s fun…so here’s some fun!—will go back to writing my normal sorts of fics now.]

Childermass and Lascelles were divided by many things. In Lascelles’ opinion, they were divided by class, cleanliness, style and beauty, and the fact that only one of them had these things. In Childermass’s opinion, they were divided by fortune and brains; one had one and the other had the other.

Unfortunately, there was one thing they had in common.

Which was why they were dividing the services of Lascelles’ late whore, one Christopher Drawlight, between them. Although Lascelles had broken him to saddle a year or two ago he was by now very well used and had been handed around the more perverse end of the ton like a spectacularly-expensive bottle of wine. Everyone who wanted had had at least a sip.

Drawlight was now, for some reason, dressed in a showy but thin dress—the proverbial bit of muslin on the proverbial ‘bit of muslin’, Lascelles thought. He was wearing lipstick, and his very fine eyes were enhanced, which they certainly need not be because those melting dark feminine eyes were the one womanly gift Nature had given him.

This evening, Drawlight had complained about being kept from the bed of the Duke of N——’s son, who was always a welcome visitor to his bed and his purse. Then he had loudly bemoaned the prospect of being used without remuneration, “really, Henry, you know it’s hardly worth the trouble if nobody thinks I’m worth the pay. You remember my debts.”

Then he had left off loudly bemoaning and set to loudly moaning, probably because Childermass had bent him forward on the desk, shoved his skirts up, and started to slap his bare arse very soundly indeed. This was a fine and rosy display in the candlelight.

Childermass did not have it all his own way, because Lascelles then dragged Drawlight up off the desk (with all sorts of noises suggestive of complaint) and ripped that thin dress right down the front. Of course Lascelles wouldn’t even have tried if he hadn’t had a fair idea it was of poor enough quality cloth he could perform that trick: he wouldn’t make a fool of himself over Drawlight.

“Little tart,” said Lascelles (without notable surprise), “you’ve rouged up your nipples.” He pulled Drawlight against him, and drew attention to one with a vicious pinch-and-twist.

Drawlight groaned very loudly, and said, “Oh, please, Henry!” He rubbed his buttocks back in Lascelles’ lap, and breathed very hard, while Lascelles served the other nipple the same way, and Drawlight made noises suggestive of incipient ecstasy. Lascelles could never tell how much of a performance Drawlight was putting on for effect: he usually started making noises early on in the course of proceedings, and went on until all parties had been satisfied. But he said, “He was more noisy when I did that,” just to imply that Childermass was less skilful with his part of the proceedings.

Childermass began to maul Drawlight’s prick with, Lascelles couldn’t help noticing, a rather dirty-nailed hand. How dare he soil an amenity that Lascelles was in the process of using!

Drawlight said, “Let me spend, I’ll do anything!” He was quite still as he waited for whatever they would give him.

Lascelles said, “You’ll do anything in any case, Christopher; you’re known for it,” as Childermass let go and looked at the pair of them.

Childermass said, “Do you want the end with the mouth or the end that makes more sense?”

Lascelles said, “He may serve me with his mouth,” and was glad that Drawlight was experienced enough not to bite if he was distracted. He’d seen Drawlight used that way before he risked inserting his person in the mouth of a man being buggered, because in Lascelles’ opinion it was worth knowing no particularly dangerous accidents were likely to happen.

Childermass said, “You want a good fucking, you pretty thing?” somewhat mockingly, to Drawlight, who wailed his agreement and stretched over the desk.

With a little clumsiness, they arranged themselves; Lascelles with his breeches open ready for Drawlight to service him with his mouth, Drawlight over the desk going, “ah, ah, ah!” as Childermass started to fuck him.

Lascelles complained about the unequitable start of the arrangement until Childermass shoved Drawlight into position where he could get to Lascelles with his mouth.

Drawlight stopped gasping and started to moan around Lascelles’ prick. Although Lascelles had some suspicion that he might be trying to hasten the end rather than expressing his satisfaction, it was effective enough. “Oh, you slut! he exclaimed loudly, and jammed himself as deep as he could get as he finished right down Drawlight’s throat.

Drawlight removed his mouth, gasping and struggling to breathe.

Childermass was still hammering away at Drawlight from behind; by the sound of it he wouldn’t last long. Like the coarse person he was, he was grunting heavily at his work, and Drawlight was giving a good impression of loving it. (Lascelles was enough of an egoist to find difficulty in believing that the rest of the orchestra were interested in their parts of the performance once the soloist had left the stage).

A few more thrusts and most impolite noises, and Childermass had finished. He eased out gently, quite as though Drawlight were a gentle maiden who required careful handling, and rolled Drawlight over.

To Lascelles’ mild surprise, Drawlight was erect, although he looked as though he’d about gone his limit with being roughly handled: he was in tears and had signs of bruising.

Childermass bent down without saying a word and began to fellate Drawlight gently, while Drawlight said, “oh, yes, no, please!” and shuddered, and Childermass held him very gently by the hips.

Without making a sound (for once), Drawlight went very, very still, putting his hands into Childermass’s hair.

After a couple of minutes, Childermass drew off unhurriedly, swallowing. He kissed Drawlight on the corner of his mouth and said, “All right?”

Drawlight said, shakily, “I need to sleep.”

Lascelles said, “I don’t know what you think we should be able to do about that, Christopher; you’re the one who came in dressed as a cheap whore and ended up not even that.”

Childermass turned to Lascelles with a look of absolute and utter scorn which Lascelles’ brain self-protectively refused to process.

Then he picked up Drawlight in his arms and somehow…faded into the shadows. Lascelles, in surprise, tried to follow them to the door and down the corridor (because certainly people would be able to notice a servant with a half-naked armful of some inhabitant of a molly-house), but he saw nothing but shadows.

He determined to part Norrell from Childermass as soon as possible. If the pre-eminent English Magician had been teaching magic to his mere servant, obviously things weren’t satisfactorily arranged.

HOLY FUCK. I can't give a proper coherent reply because I'm in boner city right now, anon, but THANK YOU; this was amazing and sexy and perfect! Also education because I had no idea rouged nipples were even a thing and it's so weird and yet totally hot somehow, thanks for the new kink.

And then Childermass sneaking off with Drawlight in his arms in the end was so sweet, ahh~ You said it's not your usual one but I certainly hope it's not the very last time you write this ship! Thank you!

Ooooh, nice; VERY nice. I especially love the marked differences in their handling of Drawlight. Ha! I think Childermass wins this one.

I always write "Childermass pwns Lascelles" stories!

I'm partial to the stories of "Childermass pwns Lascelles, picks up Drawlight and leaves with him" myself. :3

Lascelles said, “I don’t know what you think we should be able to do about that, Christopher; you’re the one who came in dressed as a cheap whore and ended up not even that.”

I don't think I have read a fanfic yet with a better, more in-character line for Lascelles than that one. Absolutely spot-on. I swear to you, I heard John Heffernan's voice and saw his sneer of disgust when I read it. Well done!

Thank you!

(I always worry that my Lascelles is too much of a bastard to please readers who like him. So far there have been no complaints!)

A!A

Oh dear, I was working on a fill for this prompt but see it's already been done. Would OP be all right with another one? It might not be for a while because I'm super busy with work at the moment but.... I still really love love LOVE this prompt!

OMG YES PLEASE. More than alright, OP would absolutely love to read as much of possible of this prompt! Ahh, I'm so happy people were into it and shall look forward to your fill too!

Excellent news, thank you! I'm quite a slow writer but I am working on this OP! :)

Not the OP, but c'mon, who on here is going to turn down an extra helping of depravity...???

(A!A of previous fill)

Please do, it should be filled by someone with more of a convincing interest in the pairing/threesome!

Oh god anon please do!! I don't think this incredibly prompt can have enough fills!!! (I'm a little bit concerned over how much I am willing to read endless amounts of fic of beautiful book!drawlight being used up by Childermass and Lascelles o_0)

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