Chapter 11 #2
The silk pooled to each side of their bodies as Godwin traced a calloused hand all the way up from their ankles to their bare torsos, taking his time stroking fingers over every curve, every angle, sending shivers down Dariel’s spine. They had to share the experience; it was going to be exquisite.
‘So rough and gentle at the same time.’
‘He’s done this before, surely, he—’ Dariel was the first to make a sound, breath betraying him.
If he locked eyes with Athens now, the other vampire would never let it down that he crumbled at the slightest touch, so instead he looked up to a kneeling Godwin, the other man’s eyes flicking from both bodies before him rapidly, as if one may disappear any minute, though he didn’t know which.
His hand slowly raised up Dariel’s body until it found his chest and it stilled, wide palm casing the dead heart beneath the ribs.
He trembled slightly, as if he were holding a fragile ornament, but the pressure grew more intense as confidence welled into him. He looked fascinated.
“It is true you possess no heart,” he said to the both of them.
Dariel heard Athens shake his head against the sheets. “Not no heart. An un-beating one. Our hearts still fill the space, we are human after all. Like you said before, it still beats in our souls.”
“That is true,” Godwin said softly.
Dariel watched the rise and fall of Athens’ chest where Godwin’s other hand was pressed, glad in that moment his heart no longer beat, for it may have betrayed him entirely.
“Forgive me, it was only an observation. A confirmation of my findings.” Godwin pulled back.
Athens adjusted himself to a seating position against the pillows, his body exposed as the silk slid beneath him. He lifted his knees slightly, parting his legs.
Hunger rose in Dariel’s stomach again, throat parched.
Godwin’s eyes fixed to Athens’ body as he repositioned his own to sit back, knees and ankles clicking as he did so.
The belt of his own shawl loosened to expose his chest almost entirely.
Dariel stayed lying down, too loose to move as his eyes fixed between the pair of them, the dim yellow glow in the room illuminating them both like saints.
“What else did you wish to prove?” Athens asked lazily, desire coating his words.
“Most has been proven, including if it is possible for vampires to experience arousal.” Godwin’s hand wandered over to Dariel’s left thigh, dangerously close to a movement that definitely would have taken Dariel over the edge. “I’m glad I learned that already.”
Now both pairs of eyes burned into Dariel.
“He’s a pretty one, isn’t he?” Athens said.
“An angel,” Godwin added.
‘I’m holding on but I…’
‘Don’t, let go.’
Dariel caved, struggling to quickly drag himself up and remove the sleeves of the gown, baring his skin entirely to the two men before him. “Someone touch me, I can’t take this.”
Godwin moved first, grabbing Dariel’s pulsing cock and rubbing slow and hard, thumb circling the tip. Athens moved to cover Dariel’s body with his arms and sunk down into a kiss, stealing Dariel’s breath.
The two men worked effortlessly to pleasure Dariel, allowing him to fully disappear into his own world of bliss.
Godwin worked both his hands around Dariel’s thighs and groin, pushing Dariel’s legs up and apart further to work his fingers around sensitive parts, causing Dariel to shake as his body became completely undone.
Athens worked his mouth over Dariel’s lips, neck, and torso, leaving no area unexplored.
Dariel raised his hips and back, whimpering and yearning to be touched and held deeper by both men.
They had to practically pin him down as tension rose and Dariel grew close to release.
Athens pulled away and looked into Dariel’s eyes briefly before turning his head to watch Godwin hard at work.
Dariel reached out to pull Athens’ chin back towards him with grabbing hands. “Come back,” he pleaded, almost silently with the remaining breath in his lungs, lips sore.
‘I want to watch you come.’ Athens laid his head on Dariel’s chest, hands soft against his skin.
Dariel propped himself up as much as he could.
‘You’re so close.’
“Dariel,” Godwin said low and gravelly, speeding up his fist, jerking Dariel to the rhythm of his own raging pulse.
“I… ahh,” Dariel flopped back into the pillows as he came, grasping tight to the sheets, blind and numb for the split second before he felt Athens’ tongue on his stomach and Godwin’s hands massaging his thighs.
‘Oh, you taste divine.’
‘I… huh…’
Godwin’s mouth lowered onto Dariel’s softening length, licking every inch clean.
“Beautiful,” the human said once he swallowed, greedy eyes meeting Dariel’s own.
“That didn’t take long, did it?” Athens said in a teasing manner, prowling like a cat back up towards the side of Dariel’s face, and planting a kiss onto his shoulder. His fingers twirled over his sternum as their bodies hugged flat beside each other.
‘Kiss me, you’re next.’
‘You up for the challenge?’
Dariel knew Athens had slipped his own free fingers into himself, felt the rocking of hip bones against his side, but as Athens’ lips touched his again, he drowned into them and forgot how to breathe.
Godwin rose up, moving around, and stroked a hand over Athens’ shoulder to brush his hair back, then traced his hand down the shape of Athens’ body until his fingers wove around and replaced Athens’, the vampire instinctively turning onto his back to let Godwin have full access to him.
“Forgive me if I… Oh, Athens.”
Dariel watched their host gently plunge his middle finger inside Athens, Godwin’s brow clenched tight.
“I’ve never done this before, please stop me if it’s not good,” Godwin said softly, stroking Athens’ hair away from his face. At that, Athens reached down to assist, directing Godwin towards his own wants and desires.
‘What does he feel like?’
‘Bliss.’ Was all Athens responded with, head tipping back, mouth wide as Godwin worked his finger deeper, thumb and forefinger rubbing Athens’ clit.
Athens gasped, moving his hands away as Godwin found his rhythm. Dariel instinctively reached out to hold the nearest palm to him as his other hand was occupied with his own pleasure.
He watched Athens reach up with his left hand to stroke the hair from Godwin’s brow, sitting up a little and leaning closer.
Godwin pulled back, removing his fingers.
“Sorry, I should say. I… I’m not comfortable with kissing.
Well, to an extent. I’m just not, you know.
It doesn’t really do much for me. I can kiss you both if you’d like but…
” his eyes flashed between them, hands loosely flopped, open palmed to his sides as if asking for forgiveness.
“No kissing then, we don’t have to,” Athens said, looking to Dariel to agree, legs still wide apart.
“I don’t care what we do, whatever feels right to you, sweetheart,” Dariel added, reaching over to squeeze Godwin’s arm.
Godwin nodded slightly. He didn’t seem fully convinced.
“I’m sorry, I ruined the moment didn’t I?” His face winced in shame.
“Not at all,” Athens promised, rubbing himself slowly. Godwin’s eyes then wandered back to the body before him.
“It would have ruined the moment if you started doing things you weren’t comfortable with, we would have very quickly been able to tell,” Dariel reassured the man to his side, still holding Athens’ free hand. “What do you want to do?” He stared intently at their host.
“Can one of you…” Godwin looked down at himself, thick cock now in hand. Dariel’s eyes widened.
“Oh my pleasure! Only right I return the favour.” Dariel winked and crawled over, spreading Godwin’s thighs apart.
It had been a long time since he’d had a man inside his mouth, and yet now he’d had two in one night, so close together. He remembered the taste of Athens as he eased his mouth up and down Godwin’s length, the new flavours warming his taste buds; Godwin crying out.
Athens wasted no time in joining in, wrapping his arms around Dariel’s waist behind him, and squeezing his hands around Dariel’s filling girth. If his mouth wasn’t occupied, he would have screamed.
Godwin held tightly onto Dariel’s hair, Athens on Dariel’s back as the three of them moved together as one.
‘I never want this to stop.’
‘It doesn’t have to.’
‘We’re still sticking to the plan, yeah? He’s not… we’re not leaving him.’
‘Of course, none of us are going anywhere any time soon.’
‘He tastes…’
‘Better than me?’
‘Different. But I’d have to taste you again to be sure.’
‘Whatever you say, darling.’ Athens quickened his hand actions, cupping and squeezing Dariel’s balls at the same time; the slender, tattooed arm keeping him locked tightly in place.
Dariel struggled to swallow, nearly gagging—he was out of practice.
‘Touch yourself.’
‘Demanding again, are we?’
‘I want to feel your hand against my back.’
A few minutes passed before Godwin cried out, nearly pulling Dariel’s hair out and calling his name.
Godwin fell back as Dariel swallowed all he could, blinking deeply.
As they parted, Athens lifted Dariel up and pulled his body flush against his chest, leaning back to sit against the pillows so both their legs could stretch out, and Dariel was sat on top of him.
Then Athens inserted a finger into Dariel’s mouth, coaxing ragged breaths as he grasped their free hands together and slid Dariel’s fingers between both their legs, forcing Dariel to tease Athens’ entrance.
Dariel arched at the restraint, moaning out, Athens not letting go.
‘Deeper, you can’t hurt me.’ Athens shuffled them back slightly to let Dariel bend forwards to work his fingers in more.
‘I… I…’
‘Aww, you can’t even think straight.’
“Gentlemen,” Godwin said, breathing and pulse slowing back to a normal rate.
“Yes, dear?” Athens said completely settled and sure, despite Dariel squirming on top of him, stroking himself in one hand as he fluttered his fingers between Athens’ folds.