Chapter 24 #2
Kit looked up at him, nose wrinkling in confusion. “You urgently need me to watch porn with you?”
“No, I mean, Rake just spoke to me outside and was all, ‘do you fancy watching us fuck’, and I was all like, ‘I don’t know, do we?’ So I came to ask you your thoughts.”
“You jogged back here to ask me if I wanted to see my friends fuck each other in some weird orgy-adjacent sex act? Am I getting that right?” Kit asked, amusement dancing over his features.
“I didn’t jog. I walked briskly,” Quin said.
“But the rest of it?”
Quin bobbled his head from side to side. “Kinda sums it up, yeah.”
“Do you want to?”
“Baby boy, I’m not afraid to admit that I’m a red-blooded male who would most likely find the experience of watching those three doing nasty things to each other pretty hot.”
“It will be nasty, Daddy,” Kit agreed.
“Good nasty or bad nasty?”
Kit’s mouth pursed into a considering moue. “Erring on the side of good.”
“Great,” Quin said emphatically. “So it’s a yes?”
Kit nodded. “Sure. Why not? It’s not like we wouldn’t be able to hear everything they get up to in the house. Might as well be able to see what’s going on. Besides, I could do with the distraction.” His gaze dropped to the ring on Quin’s finger, which had tarnished further.
“I think he’s trying, but I can’t feel him at all,” Quin said. It was all that would explain the rapid degradation of the metal. “I don’t think we have to worry about him making a sudden appearance.”
A smile graced Kit’s lips. “Honestly, those three seem to have even higher sex drives when they’re in mortal danger, so I don’t think it would put them off, regardless.”
Quin tilted his head, studying Kit. “Just make sure that if you’re uncomfortable with—”
Kit cut him off. “Daddy, I’ll tell you if I get uncomfortable. Don’t worry.”
“Okay,” Quin said. “So. What does one wear to an orgy?”
After a not-insignificant length of debate over wardrobe choices, they agreed that comfort should win out over style.
Quin—being used to public nudity—had only a pair of boxer-briefs on, whilst Kit opted to borrow one of Quin’s T-shirts.
It hung long enough on him that it fell to mid-thigh and covered the cute pair of briefs he’d put on.
Quin kissed Kit on the head as they stood in the hall outside the others’ bedroom. “Up for this?” he asked quietly.
Kit huffed good-naturedly. “I’m ready for my front-row seat.”
“And the audience participation?”
“I think so. Will judge based on their performance.”
A snort of laughter came from inside the room. “Are you guys going to come in,” DJ said, “or are you going to hover out there like a couple of uninvited vampires?”
Kit gave Quin a wry grin. “Let’s do this.”
Once they entered the bedroom, Rake went over some so-dubbed “admin”, which involved going over basic ground rules that boiled down to ensuring everyone’s mutual consent.
Quin wrapped his arms around Kit, holding him from behind as they listened and agreed on everyone’s limits.
Both Kit and Shaun quickly made their preferences known: everyone should stick to their own partners, and so that was that.
“Ready to begin?” Rake asked once the negotiations were concluded. DJ nodded furiously before he’d even finished his sentence, and Quin waited for Kit to agree before dipping his head in agreement himself.
“Yes, Sir,” Shaun said. Quin’s mouth dried up a little at the honorific. “Sir” had never been a title Quin aspired to, but he understood the appeal when he saw how Rake came alive in that moment.
Quin eyed Shaun’s collar, a thick band of black leather with a couple of D rings that evoked images of bondage and leashes and restraints in Quin’s mind. DJ no longer wore his silver necklace and had on a dark purple collar—thinner, but in a similar style to Shaun’s.
Without warning, DJ whipped off his clothes with alarming speed. DJ was a big guy in all aspects, made more obvious when he began to stroke his cock. Quin raised an appreciative brow, and DJ chuckled knowingly.
Quin led Kit over to the large armchair in the corner, settling down with Kit in his lap to watch Rake take painstaking care over removing every stitch of Shaun’s clothing. “What do you think about collars?” Quin murmured into Kit’s ear.
“Undecided,” Kit said, though he answered too fast for Quin to believe him.
“What about one in baby pink? Something delicate. Subtle. Soft.”
Kit squirmed in Quin’s lap, craning his head back to showcase the line of his unadorned throat.
The heat in his eyes told Quin what he really thought about the suggestion.
Quin’s anticipation ramped up with each new inch of flesh on show as Rake undressed himself too.
It felt like the temperature in the room rose several degrees, and it all seemed far more real than it had even moments before when they’d been discussing the specifics.
“Sweetheart, on the bed,” Rake ordered DJ. Shaun was there waiting already, and DJ settled himself over Shaun, drawing him into a filthy kiss.
Kit shifted on Quin’s lap. “All right, baby boy?” Quin asked.
“I’m…warm.”
Quin’s hands travelled to the hem of Kit’s T-shirt. “How about I take this off?”
Kit raised his arms. It astounded Quin every time Kit submitted to him—that he was so lucky to be trusted in such a special way. Quin pulled Kit’s shirt off with care, placing it over the back of their chair.
They watched, rapt, as Rake opened DJ up with his fingers.
Quin’s hand dipped down Kit’s front, tickling over his stomach and resting over the crotch of his tented briefs.
They had a perfect view of DJ’s face as Rake stretched him.
Shaun still lay underneath DJ, hands roaming over his chest and shoulders as he took in his boyfriend’s every reaction.
Maybe it should have been weirder that they were doing this, but somehow, it felt normal.
Quin supposed that Rake, DJ, and Shaun were used to it, as Rake had said.
The complete lack of self-consciousness each of them displayed proved as much.
Their bodies fit together like a jigsaw puzzle: each piece slotting into its perfect place.
Rake effortlessly commanded DJ and Shaun, both of them eager to please their Dom.
“Fuck, Sir!” DJ yelled, back bowing. Apparently Rake had found his prostate.
Quin rubbed the heel of his hand over Kit’s cock through his briefs. “Daddy, touch me properly,” Kit whined. Quin hadn’t been certain whether Kit would want to get some action of their own going, so the explicit request was a pleasant surprise.
He rewarded Kit by reaching inside his briefs and grasping his cock, thumb rubbing over the head. Kit made all sorts of desperate noises Quin would never tire of hearing as he loosely stroked down Kit’s shaft.
“More,” Kit said. “No teasing.”
“Such a needy baby, huh?”
Kit put his smaller hand over Quin’s and tried to direct his movements. Quin humoured him for a few seconds before gently pushing Kit’s hand away. “Don’t move these again,” he said, placing one of Kit’s hands and then the other on each arm of the chair.
Kit made a noise of frustration in the back of his throat. “But, Daddy, you’re not touching me like I want you to.”
“I will. Be patient, baby boy.”
He put his hand back on Kit’s cock, still only giving him languid strokes. Kit squirmed, but kept his hands where Quin had placed them.
“Watch the others,” Quin told Kit when Rake lined himself up with DJ’s hole. As Rake’s cock disappeared inside of him, inch by inch, DJ moaned like a porn star. It was performative, but Quin couldn’t deny it was hot.
“Please can I have his mouth, Sir?” Shaun begged.
“Of course, sweetheart,” Rake responded. “DJ, suck him.”
“Oh,” Kit gasped as Shaun shuffled onto his knees, getting into prime position. His cock bobbed in front of him, and DJ dived down on it with gusto.
Quin continued to stroke Kit without exposing him to the others, keeping him on the edge and going no further. He’d wait until Kit asked for more, and until then they’d enjoy the scene.
The trio moved together, their slapping flesh playing an unholy symphony in the room.
Kit thrust into Quin’s hand, a silent demand to give him what he wanted.
Quin, however, planned to draw it out. The trio had only just started, and Quin wasn’t about to let them beat him.
Not that an orgy was a competition, but Quin wanted to win.
Rake caught Quin’s eye and shook the bottle of lube in his direction. Quin gave him an up-nod, and Rake chucked the bottle over.
“Watch where you’re throwing things!” Kit hissed as Quin caught the bottle.
“Subs shouldn’t speak to Doms like that,” Rake said, before starting up his rhythmic fucking of DJ again.
“I’ll speak to you however I like,” Kit shot back.
“I can’t believe,” Shaun gritted out as DJ sucked on his balls, “that you’re having an argument in the middle of an orgy.”
“Shaun,” Kit said calmly, and not at all like Quin’s lube-slick hand was grasping his cock.
“You know me well enough by now to understand that I can argue with anyone, anywhere. And besides, you can’t call this an orgy.
” By the end, Quin could hear the strain in Kit’s voice.
He was doing a good job, however, of pretending that Quin’s hand working his cock wasn’t affecting him.
“We’re five people—oh—fucking in the same room. What else—ah—would it be?” Shaun asked, stuttering over his words as DJ licked up his shaft.
DJ paused, Shaun’s cock smearing against his cheek as he turned his head. “Guys, this is kinda killing the vibe,” he grunted out as Rake thrust into him. “But to be clear, this is a borgy.”
“What the fuck is a borgy?” Kit asked.
“A borderline orgy,” DJ said, like it was obvious.
Rake’s fingers wove between the short strands of DJ’s hair and pushed his face back into Shaun’s groin. “Less sassing, more sucking, sweetheart.”
DJ’s, “Yes, Sir,” in response was muffled around Shaun’s cock.