Chapter 12 #3
Makellos pushed himself up to his feet, suddenly very aware, despite not being able to see it, that the movement gave a good view of his naked form.
“We’re going to touch you now,” said Der, and several warm hands of various sizes and softness were placed upon his skin, mostly his hips and lower back, giving him a gentle steer in the direction of the bed, like guiding a ship into a harbor.
He took a few tentative steps before feeling more confident with the hands to guide him.
“Lie down on the bed, on your right,” said Der. “We’ll help you.”
Makellos reached next to him and found the edge of the bed, lowering himself down and then sliding back toward the center of it.
The bedframes creaked softly as he felt some of the men climb on as well, hands guiding him into position and placing a pillow beneath his head.
He took a deep breath, his legs demurely closed, unsure what he should be doing.
He felt someone over him, blocking out the light even if he couldn’t see it, and then a pair of soft lips pressed to his own.
He let out a slightly surprised sound, but he quickly kissed back.
Warmth gathered around him on all sides as the little men surrounded him.
A hand slid over his shin. Another slid up his hip.
Someone ran their fingers through his hair.
Another kiss pressed to his lips, different than the first, and another set of lips brushed over the pale column of his neck.
He gasped as more hands and lips joined in the exploration of him, smoothing over his skin, massaging his muscles under tough, strong fingers.
Lips and even tongues brushed over him, tickling his sides and making him laugh and squirm.
Someone took one of his fingers into their mouth and began to slowly suck on it, teasing his tongue over the soft pad of Makellos’ fingertip.
A tongue brushed his earlobe. A set of lips found the soft spot just above one of his hip bones and gave it a light nip before suckling soothingly over the spot.
Hands rubbed over his feet, massaging the balls of them and in between each toe, before a kiss was pressed to the top of his foot, making it twitch.
He had no idea anymore who was touching him, and that was strangely freeing.
Makellos allowed himself to relax and just focus on the sensations sweeping over him.
Each hand felt different, but all felt so good, so kind and warm on his flesh.
None of them had even touched between his legs yet, despite his hard cock begging for attention, but he reminded himself there was no reason to rush. They had all night if they wanted.
Another kiss pressed to his lips, then trailed kisses down his jaw to his neck as someone else kissed him too. Makellos moaned before realizing how wanton and needy that sounded, and he clapped his hand to his mouth as a blush colored his cheeks bright pink.
A hand, a very small one that he thought was Bernhardt’s, gently pulled his hand away from his mouth. “No one to hear you but us,” he said gently. “And we want to hear you.” And then he pressed kisses to Makellos’ palm.
“I… I am not used to sharing my passions,” the prince said, almost feeling guilty at how innocent and na?ve he must sound.
“Just do or say whatever feels right,” said Sigurd in his ear before giving it a light nip with his teeth.
Makellos squeaked, which prompted several bouts of laughter, but the hands and lips on him suddenly became much firmer, less exploratory and more possessive.
A hand suddenly slid between his legs, cupping his balls, and he mewled a sound he didn’t think he had ever made before.
Someone else brushed several fingers up and down his straining cock before wrapping around it and beginning to stroke up and down.
His cock gave a pleading twitch, and he could feel slickness leaking from the head to help the stroking hand.
The hand holding his balls slid lower, pressing against the sensitive skin behind them before creeping lower still, brushing ever so lightly between the cheeks of his pert ass.
He flushed, the back of one hand going self-consciously to his face.
He heard the chiding click of a tongue, and he dropped it again. “Good boy, Snow,” cooed Der.
He had been called ‘good boy’ before by his tutors or nursemaids, but never in a way that sent heat coursing through his veins like fire. His cock gave an eager pulse, and he let out a soft whimper.
“I think he likes being our good boy,” Sigmund said. “Do you, Snow?”
“I… I do,” Makellos, no, Snow, said. He wanted to be a good boy. He wanted those sweet kisses and touches and hands all over him, making his skin tingle and heat blossom inside of him like a flower stretching up toward the sun. “I want to be so good for all of you.”
“Mmm, I think he’s ready for more,” said Hardwic.
Snow’s heartbeat picked up in his chest at that.
More. This already felt better than anything in the world ever had, his blood singing in his veins, his limbs heavy, his cock quivering in the hand of whomever held him.
“Yes,” he said softly, groping out his fingers until he found skin, not sure whom he was touching but just wanting the reassuring warmth. "I want more.”
“Then spread your legs, dear Snow,” said Der. Snow felt his cheeks heat, but he obediently slid his knees apart, opening himself up for them to see. Several hands traced down the backs of his thighs, then up to gently squeeze at the globes of his smooth ass. He tensed a little.
“All right?” asked someone he thought was Sigurd.
“Yes,” Snow breathed softly, giving a smile to the darkness. “I’m just not used to… being touched like that.”
There were soft but kind laughs from around him, and someone leaned in to kiss his lips, hands cupping his jaw on either side to hold him there.
A warm, wet tongue brushed over his lower lip, then teased carefully between them.
Snow opened his mouth and let the tongue sweep inside.
His own tongue inched out to shyly brush back, eliciting a moan from whomever was kissing him.
He thought it might be Dagobert, but he wasn’t entirely sure.
Their tongue tangled together, exploratory at first. Snow moaned softly, then gasped against the mouth as someone, no, two someones, slid up by his legs and lifted them off the bed.
A moment later, they were pushed wider, and his knees draped over what felt like the shoulders of two different men, spreading him obscenely wide and open.
He let out a gasp against the mouth that kissed him, but the tongue continued to plunder his lips and inside of his mouth, and he moaned louder, his hands sliding up to hold the soft, hairless cheeks of the man kissing him. Dagobert, he confirmed.
Snow jumped as someone pulled his ass cheeks gently apart and blew a soft, cool breath onto his virgin hole.
He tried to relax, but he jumped again as he felt the brush of facial hair against his thighs, and then the probe of something soft and wet against his hole that flicked up and down.
He realized after a moment that it was a tongue, and his breath hitched eagerly.
Dagobert pulled back from Snow’s lips and began to press kisses down his neck to his chest.
The tongue between his legs flickered up and down over his hole, then around in a circle.
He mewled and tried hard not to squirm, but he gave up that idea very quickly when someone straddled themselves backward across his chest, then leaned down and took his cock into their mouth.
He cried out in pleasure as that sweet, hot mouth closed over the head of his cock and sucked while the tongue circled and probed over his hole.
He let the shoulders supporting his legs take his weight, moaning eagerly at the doubled pleasure of the tongue brushing his hole while the mouth sealed around his cock.
The tongue probed harder, so slick and warm, and Snow gasped as he felt it slip inside of him, past the initial tightness at his hole, and then deeper inside his virgin passage.
“Oh,” he gasped, hands gripping the pillow by his head.
The tongue slid in and out as the mouth over his cock began to slide further down, then up again, starting up a slow rhythm.
He already felt pleasure pooling in his lower body, and they had only just begun.
He moaned, then yelped and nearly shot up off of the bed when two tongues brushed over his nipples, swirling around them playfully.
He collapsed back down with a broken cry of bliss.
A hand suddenly touched his, and he let it guide him off the pillow and over to someone’s fully erect cock, large and hot in his hand.
He moaned and began to explore it with his fingertips, sliding down its length, down the veiny underside, to the balls there that he cupped and rolled cautiously in his hand, making soft whimpering noises as someone nipped one of his nipples and then lapped over it soothingly.
There was so much sensation, his body quivered with it, wanting to feel it all but yet focus on only one at a time.
His body tensed as the desire built into a growing need, his balls pulling up tight as he made a soft pleading that he wasn’t even sure was actually words before he spilled himself with a cry into the mouth sucking on him.
The movement didn’t stop, the lips there still curling around him as they sucked him, getting every last drop of his seed from the tip of his cock, the tongue inside of him still thrusting and swirling until he thought he might scream from the stimulation that sent little jolts of lightning through his body.