32. LEOPOLD
thirty-two
I didn’t know where to look. The hive was a one-person orgy, and I felt completely unprepared to take him in all at once.
The one in front of me was on his back, but another one was straddling him so that he could kiss me. They’d put a condom on me and were now adjusting their position, the one on his back lifting his legs and using a pillow to prop himself up.
Then there was the one behind me, stretching me, and two more, one on either side, who stroked me with varying tension, setting my nerve endings on fire. One of them turned my head and kissed me, wet and sloppy and good, and one tilted my hips and guided me forward until I could feel the tightness of their opening at the tip of my cock.
I didn’t see the one who was on his back and taking me. I heard several of them moaning as they guided my hips forward. Hands held on to my waist and pulled, and with heat flaring in my belly, the fullness in my ass increased.
They were tight around my cock, warm. I’d gotten used to their hands touching me like this and getting me off, but this was something else entirely, and that I couldn’t see exactly where our bodies connected made it even better for some reason.
Before I could form words, the fingers inside of me stopped moving in and out in the slow rhythm they had been. Instead, the hive did something that made me feel like a light had been switched on inside my very bones. Rationally, I knew they were touching my prostate, but in terms of the sensation, it was on a whole different level.
“You like this, Leo? You look like you like this.”
They did it again, the pressure on that spot only increasing. I was aware of the sounds I made, incoherent and high-pitched, softened somewhat by the rain pelting the windows, but there was nothing I could do. The one on his back, the one who was taking my cock, squeezed me, and I thought I passed out for a few seconds.
I almost cummed, too, but while this was more than I had ever felt, it was so different and not quite enough. At one point, one of them had taken up kissing me again, and their hands were busy with a more calculated way of touching now, focusing on the area just above my cock, a patch of skin they seemed to like especially as well as my nipples, the touch there always intense and unusual.
“You are so soft, so hard. You taste so good,” one of them said while they were kissing me.
It made me realize they were also licking my chest, their tongue leaving traces of wetness that made me shiver.
Before I could pull out of the kiss to speak, they focused on my prostate again while at the same time moving the hips of the one on his back.
“Hive!”
“We like that. When you call for us.”
I swallowed. My mouth felt dry even though I was salivating. “Hive, my hive.”
“Yes. You’re ours. Our gleaming one, more precious than anything or anyone we’ve ever known. We think you are about loose enough now.”
“Oh…”
“Relax.”
With that single word, they pulled out of me. The sensation was odd, not good or bad, just new. I heard them tear open a condom, and the fullness I had gotten used to was quickly replaced by a slick pressure against that place they had explored with their fingers a moment ago.
“It’s hot,” I said.
“That’s you, Leo. You’re hot. Bear down, if you can.”
Teeth closed around my skin, but there were so many sensations happening all over that I wasn’t able for the life of me to say where on my body. My field of vision was filled by one of them holding my head up and watching me closely, and when my senses cleared, I was feeling full all over again.
Their cock was inside me, one of their cocks. It wasn’t in all the way, I knew that by the way their fingers dug into my sides, by the pressure from behind me, even by how they clenched around my own cock.
A stray thought found its way into my mind. Was it possible to give this to all of them, to each of them, to take the five of them in turn? I had no idea how I would fare, because this was all new for me, but maybe I could do it for them one day soon. I wanted to give back instead of take.
“Talk to us,” one of them said.
“I’m here.”
A soft chuckle, breath close to both my ears. “We know.” “We see only you.” “Is it good? Does it feel good? You must tell us.”
They’d stopped moving, which was good, giving my senses a break to take everything in. I tried cataloguing it, but doing this with a hive was like eating different kinds of hot sauce. All of it was hot, very hot, and the flavor went from your mouth to every other part of your body, all the way down to your toes where it couldn’t really be hot anymore due to the lack of taste receptors in your feet, but was, sort of.
“You’re better than spicy food,” I told them, my brain doing a shitty job at converting my thoughts into words.
“Hmm.” They rocked their hips, and I wasn’t sure which one of them did, only knew that the cock inside of me reached places that lit up the reasoning center of my brain and made it shut down for good. “Spicy is about right. Leo, it’ll go quickly. Do you know that your eyes are all one big pupil and sort of glazing over? And you haven’t even cum yet.”
I hadn’t? I wasn’t really able to tell the difference anymore or thought I wasn’t. That is until they moved in and out of me, pinned me between their hot bodies, and increased the speed and pressure.
I heard that sex sound, bodies slapping against each other, and pinned between them, something sharp and bright washed over me, and I was cumming. My vision faltered, and I heard myself scream though they, too, moaned out their lust.
At some point, my eyes still unfocused and my entire body limp, I worried about Bruno. Had one of them thought to turn him to face the window? Bruno shouldn’t have seen this. I had a feeling it was the absolutely hottest thing bar none ever to transpire on this hemisphere, and my old teddy bear had not been made for this.
“Bruno is right here,” one of them said.
Had I said that out loud? I opened my eyes, not realizing they’d fallen shut, and saw the bedroom almost dark around me. The hive was touching me, running damp towels over me.
“What’s happening?”
They laughed softly. “You passed out a little bit. Well, not passed out. You were floating on pleasure. We’re cleaning you up, and then you’re going to sleep.”
That made sense. “Okay.” Then I remembered something else. “Did you cum too?”
Lips found mine, and the soft kiss stretched as they whispered into my ear, “We did. So much. You exhausted us. We can’t wait to get exhausted again.”
I nodded, savored the kiss. I had no memories of saying anything in return, sleep falling over me like a thick blanket.
***
There were hivelings all around me. A thin sheet had been draped up to our middle, but my head was on one of their chests, the rise and fall calming, and arms and hands covering the rest of me like kisses.
“Good morning.”
I forced my heavy lids open and blinked a few times before I could see one of them standing in the door, neatly dressed and looking ready to leave the house.
“Yes, good morning.”
“How are you feeling?” another one asked, though I didn’t see which. I spotted Bruno. He’d rolled onto his back and was about to fall off the edge of a pillow.
I moved around, carefully because I didn’t want to accidentally hit them, but I managed to turn onto my back, my head landing on the crook of their shoulder. My muscles were sort of sore, the good kind, like after exercise. I tensed, and my butt was similarly sore, not painful at all.
“Good. Spent. Did we go all night?”
They huffed with amusement. “Not even close.”
“Oh.”
“Did you want to go all night? We’ll have to work up to that, we think, but we’d be willing to try.”
I turned my head so I could look at the one next to me. He had a cute bedhead.
“You mean I have to work up to that. You don’t look like you’d have any issue at all.”
“But it takes both you and us, Leo,” they said and kissed my forehead, my shoulder, and the palm of my left hand.
I sighed, kissing them back on their chest. They weren’t super muscular but decidedly firm. I liked that, a lot.
“If you say so. Hey, why are you dressed?”
“Oh. We’re doing some end-of-month accounting at the studio. Our boss texted about making more of his videos this morning too.” They frowned. “He wants our opinion.”
I turned on my side and ruffled the bedhead’s hair. “I think you have an opinion. I’ll never forget that you had an opinion the first time you saw him in yoga pants.”
Their frown deepened. “We were thinking of you that day. There isn’t a day we’re not thinking of you.”
“Me too,” I said. “Me too.”
***
The hive was always very good about having breakfast ready, and this morning, it was especially lavish. They had braved the thorns to pick fresh raspberries, and Gran’s old teapot that was shaped like a chicken with its mouth being the spout was steaming with fresh black tea, their preferred breakfast beverage.
They also had coffee with cashew milk ready for me, and because they used every possible opportunity to wait on me hand and foot, they were drizzling some honey on toasted bread for me, the breakfast I’d gravitated toward for the past two weeks. To top it all off, they’d cut a flower stem from one of Gran’s massive hydrangeas and put that in one of her vases I hadn’t used since her death, a round-bellied one made of glass with a pebbled texture that broke the light in interesting ways.
I sat in my customary chair, smiling happily and seeing them approach me with the one who was dressed for work. I anticipated them leaning over my shoulder to kiss me and turned to meet them.
“We have to go, Leo,” one said across from the table.
I had dug my fingers into the shirt of the one I was kissing, the one who was too smartly dressed for working at a yoga studio with that very flexible yoga boss of his. I knew he would stay home if I asked him to, but I wasn’t that selfish.
“Okay,” I said, pulling back. “I’ll miss you. Not actually because you’re also here, but hurry back all the same. And say something nice about your boss’s yoga video.”
He rolled his eyes. “We’ll try to think of something. We’d meet you at St. Auguste, but we think we should look at some beds. Or did you want to come?”
I shook my head. “Nope, I have full confidence in you. Oh, but we’re splitting the cost, okay? Of everything. Sorry, I should have said that sooner.”
They chuckled and patted my shoulders. “You’re very sweet, Leo. If we can’t decide, we’ll send you photos to cast a final vote.”
“Right,” I said, not sure what was cute about splitting the bill.
The one who had kissed me left and I heard the door just as a third one walked in, sort of smug, a book I knew all too well in hand. He sat down at the table, poured himself a cup of tea with the one who had fussed with the pot, and opened the book.
“We are looking at the soap recipes,” they announced, sounding as smug as they looked.
“I see.”
“They’re good recipes. We’ll be making Leo’s Lion Soap first.”
“Uh-huh. A lot of the equipment is in the basement. I can show you what her setup was, but I meant what I said about not really knowing anything about soapmaking.”
They nodded and held out the bowl with raspberries to me. I put a few on my ready-made honey toast and bit into it.
“We’ll learn it all. Your grandmother kept very good records of her marketing efforts. You’ll have to show us her online channels at some point and allow us access so we can prepare the relaunch.”
I nodded, the taste of berries and summer honey exploding on my tongue.
“Start with the soap. It needs to rest before you can sell it, and you’ll probably want to build stock.”
“We know. We think we’ll also make lotions and moisturizing cream bars.”
I had a sudden déjà vu, likely because of that long-familiar vase and the way Gran had often eaten honeyed toast like this. And because she’d washed my hair with that lion soap for the longest time.
I said, “There have to be molds for the lion soap. It came in the shape of a roaring lion’s head. You should call it Box of Five.”
“Huh?” two of them said.
“When you take over. When you relaunch. Call it Box of Five. Put only five things in there, or…I don’t know. But call it that. It’s your box after all, and that should show, even if you can’t really tell anyone not in the know.”
Three pairs of eyes were glued to me. I had surprised them, I knew that, but I wasn’t sure how exactly they would take it. I was still positive that doing all this stuff with the soap was more for me than it was for them.
“Box of Five.” “A hive’s box.”
“Exactly. I mean, you could call it Box of Hive, but no one would understand and they’d expect honey and beeswax products, so that doesn’t really make any sense at all.”
“We like Box of Five.” “We’ll do that.” “Oh, we have ideas. A five elements box, a five spices box, and so much more.”
The kitchen hadn’t felt this warm in the longest time, and I only noticed now. I’d barely spent any time here, preferring to eat in the window seat while watching some movie like the sloppy single I was. Well, had been. For Gran and me, this kitchen used to be the heart of the house, and if she hadn’t been in here, she’d been in her office, the door to the patio open.
With the hive, life had come back to this house, to these rooms, and to this table. They looked super excited about all of it, and the fourth dashed in before long with a notebook. I watched them make a list of ideas, their hand flying over the paper. Eventually, they jogged to the office to grab a second pen and handed themself a piece of paper from the notebook to write with two hands.
Before long, they were immersed in making plans. I thought for sure they were ignoring me, but then I drank the last of my coffee, and they appeared next to me, the pot in hand, giving me the refill they knew I wanted with a bright smile on their face.