Chapter 17 #2
Quin kept the pace slow, dragging his cock in and out of Kit’s hole with such care that every nerve ending in his body lit up with pleasure.
After a few more drags, Quin found Kit’s prostate, and from then on, the fucking blurred into one sensation after another.
If it wasn’t his arse, it was Quin stroking his cock, and if it wasn’t his cock, it was Quin pinching at a nipple, and if it wasn’t a nipple, it was his lips when Quin bent over and smashed them together.
There wasn’t a part of Kit’s body that wasn’t being stimulated.
Apart from one place. His fangs throbbed with impotent want, and he ached for something to fill his mouth. It took a lot out of him, but he ordered his thoughts enough to muster some words for Quin. “Daddy, my mouth.”
Quin stilled, concern in his eyes. “What about it, baby?”
“It’s…empty.” Kit opened his mouth wide, showing Quin what he meant.
Quin reached over and stuck his pointer finger into Kit’s mouth, pressing down on his tongue. Kit closed his mouth and hummed. It was so much better than sticking his own finger in there.
“You have a bit of an oral fixation, don’t you, baby boy?”
Kit scraped a fang over Quin’s knuckle in answer. Being filled at both ends by Quin was what he needed.
“Don’t be naughty.”
Kit just grinned up at Quin around his finger.
Quin sighed good-naturedly. “Okay, be as naughty as you like.”
Receiving the full force of Quin’s affection was akin to Kit’s memories of the sun on his skin. But not like the oppressive heat of a hot summer’s day spent in the brutalist concrete structures of his hometown.
No, Quin’s affection was like the sun on the first day of spring: warm and comforting. It was something to close your eyes to and bask in, something oh-so-welcome after the long chill of winter. It was a new beginning.
It was everything.
“You ready to come, baby?”
Kit had been on the edge for so long, he was almost scared of what might happen when he succumbed.
Almost.
He nodded vigorously.
“Words, baby boy. Tell me what you want.” Quin was close, if the strain in his voice was anything to judge by.
Kit looked pointedly down at Quin’s finger in his mouth, stopping him from being able to speak.
“Speak around it,” Quin urged. “I know you can do it.”
Kit managed a garbled, “Wanna come, Daddy.” It wasn’t quite asking for permission, but Quin hadn’t demanded that.
He’d just wanted Kit to ask so that he could provide.
It made Kit all tingly inside to know that he could ask this big werewolf for whatever he desired, and that Quin would seek to grant it.
Quin slipped his finger from Kit’s mouth and took hold of his cock, jerking Kit off in time with his thrusts. Quin’s rhythm stuttered as he sought his own release, but Kit was so focused on the building sensation within him that Quin could have stopped altogether and it wouldn’t have mattered.
A few more strokes and Kit came like a geyser, cum spurting over his tummy and chest as the release pulsed through his entire body. An errant splash of cum even hit his chin. His laugh of outrage morphed into a high-pitched whine as Quin continued to fuck him through his orgasm.
“Daddy!” Kit sobbed as Quin sped up.
“I’m coming,” Quin grunted, filling Kit’s arse. Kit swore he felt every drop as it coated his insides.
Quin panted, his sweaty chest rising and falling with exertion. He placed a strong fist beside Kit’s head to balance himself as he licked the cum from Kit’s chest and chin, tongue then dipping between Kit’s parted lips.
He tasted himself as Quin kissed him, both of them grabbing for the other’s face. Kit relished the scrape of Quin’s beard along his jaw and under his fingers. His own skin felt sensitive, and the slight burn was satisfying in the afterglow.
“You were amazing, baby,” Quin said, flopping to Kit’s side.
Kit didn’t respond. He just burrowed into Quin, content to press his ear against Quin’s chest and listen to his heartbeat as his pulse returned to normal.
“We need to clean up,” Quin said.
Kit shook his head. He wanted to stay in bed forever, holding onto Quin.
“Oh,” Quin said.
Kit peeked over to where Quin had a finger through a hole Kit had ripped in the sheet. “Sorry, Daddy.” He tried to look every inch the picture of apology. He perhaps evoked the crude cave painting of apology instead.
“You’re not sorry, are you?”
Kit bit his lip and looked up at Quin through his lashes. “Nope.”
“If I didn’t find you so adorable right now, I’d be mad.”
“No, you wouldn’t.”
One corner of Quin’s mouth ticked up. “You’re right. I wouldn’t.”
Eventually, Quin persuaded Kit to leave the bed for a grand total of four minutes for Quin to change the sheets. Kit was very restrained and complained about it only twice. Or three times, if you counted when he fell to the floor in a dramatic heap.
“Someone is feeling needy,” Quin said once they were tucked back up in bed.
The fresh sheets were soft on Kit’s skin as he stretched out. “I don’t know what you’re referring to.”
Quin looked down to where Kit pressed every inch of his body to Quin’s. “No, of course not. I’m obviously making it all up.”
Quin passed out as Kit drew aimless patterns on his skin with his fingertips, tracing every dip and groove.
Kit didn’t sleep, however. He dozed a little, as close to sleep as he could get during the night, but the cursed magic that powered his body didn’t let him slumber under the cover of darkness.
He grabbed his phone and opened up a game—one Shaun, Rake, and DJ’s company had released. Guilt crept up on Kit after a few minutes of watering virtual plants when his inbox was full of unanswered emails from his friends.
He switched to the mail app, his finger hovering over his latest unread email—this one from DJ—before opening it.
Kit snorted as he skimmed DJ’s mostly safe-for-work recounting of the trio’s visit to a new kink club, which included a detailed breakdown of the amenities on offer in the style of a Yelp review.
DJ, as always, finished his email by asking if Kit wanted to join them one time.
He’d never taken the offer because being the outsider set his teeth on edge.
But now, with Quin in the picture, it all seemed so much less daunting. No having to do it by himself. No being the odd one out. No having to watch the three of them being so ridiculously in love with each other when he was alone.
Still, given the recent developments with his dreams, he wanted to stay on his home turf. So, he thumbed out a response, inviting them all to visit as soon as possible, then pressed send before he talked himself out of it.
The whoosh of the email sending made his stomach churn with unease. He didn’t know what he would do if they refused.
It took only a few seconds before a new email notification popped up on his screen, and he opened it immediately.
We’ll be there! Can’t wait! Rake will confirm the details - DJ
Kit let the phone fall screen-first onto his chest. They were going to come to see him.
And they were going to meet Quin.
Kit glanced over at Quin’s sleeping form. He wondered what the others would think of him. A frisson of possessiveness took hold of him, and he snuggled in closer to Quin. They all better not like Quin too much. They had enough boyfriends already.
Quin woke up a few times during the night—often startled by his own snoring—and he’d exchange a few words and sleepy kisses with Kit before falling back to sleep again.
If every night for the rest of Kit’s existence was anything like tonight, it might just have been worth everything he’d gone through to get it.