Chapter 24 #3
Quin shook with silent laughter, jostling Kit, who turned around and gave him an unamused look. “You stopped touching my cock, Daddy,” Kit lamented. He pouted at Quin in such an exaggerated way that Quin couldn’t help but nip at his lips.
“You bit me!” Kit said with a squeal.
“You’re adorable,” Quin said as Kit rubbed at his lip, going so far as to check his fingers for blood. There was none, of course, because Kit was just being dramatic.
“Daddy, don’t be mean.”
“You bite me all the time,” Quin pointed out.
Kit’s eyes flashed. “Can I bite you now?”
“If you start, we’re going to have to as well,” Rake said.
The sight of the trio distracted Quin; DJ had moved onto his back, Rake fucking into him like before, but Shaun was now straddling DJ’s face.
DJ’s fingers dug into the flesh of Shaun’s arse, spreading his cheeks apart.
The lewd sucking sounds and the moans Shaun let out through his parted lips clued Quin in on where DJ’s tongue was buried.
Rake reached out, one hand collaring Shaun’s throat. He held him there, fingers flexing as Shaun’s mouth opened and let out a stream of half-formed sentences; “Sir, yes, please, more. Oh my god, DJ!”
There was so much happening that Quin didn’t know quite where to look until a sharp pain pricked his thigh.
Looking down at where Kit was staring daggers up at him, Quin asked, “Baby boy, did you just pinch me?”
“You weren’t paying enough attention to me,” Kit said, as if that was a reasonable explanation.
“Such a naughty boy,” Quin admonished.
Kit preened, like Quin had just paid him the highest of compliments. “I want more,” Kit said.
“Let’s take our clothes off and I’ll give you some proper attention, then.”
Kit slid off Quin’s lap. He glanced at the other vampires, but they were all too wrapped up in each other. Kit shimmied his briefs down whilst Quin pulled his boxers off, leaving them both bare. It didn’t bother Quin: he was often naked in front of dozens of people before and after his change.
Sitting back down, Quin opened his arms and Kit sprang onto him.
They occupied themselves that way for a while, Quin holding Kit close, pressing his hands into Kit’s supple flesh as they kissed and rutted up against each other.
Now and then, Quin would break away to check out the trio’s latest arrangement whenever their voices rose to a crescendo.
When Quin needed more, he whipped Kit around. He shifted down a little and settled Kit on top of him, with Kit’s thighs parted. Quin poured a generous amount of lube between Kit’s legs, where Quin’s dick was straining upwards.
“I’m gonna fuck your thighs, baby boy,” Quin said. “How does that sound?”
“Ugh, Daddy, hurry or I’ll do it myself.”
Quin leaned close to Kit’s ear. “Are you showing off in front of your friends?”
Kit squeaked with indignation. “No.”
Shaun looked over at them both, his mirth-filled eyes locking with Quin’s for a second.
“Focus on your own fucking, Shaun,” Kit said, glaring at him.
“Kit, be nice,” Quin said, trailing a calming hand down Kit’s side. Despite Kit’s normally cool body temperature, his skin felt hot to the touch.
“Control your sub, Quin,” Rake growled.
“He’s not my sub. He’s my perfect little baby boy who’s never done anything wrong in his life,” Quin said.
“Ever,” Kit added, sticking his tongue out at Rake.
“Ever,” Quin agreed.
Shaun yelped as DJ pushed him off his face. “Aw, you guys are so cute.”
Rake gave DJ a demonic glare and pinched his nipple, hard.
“Ow! Respectfully, Sir, what the fuck?” DJ asked, aghast.
“Shut up, DJ. You love it when he pinches your nipples,” Shaun said, parking his butt right back down on DJ’s face.
Kit snort-laughed, then covered his mouth.
“You found me funny,” Shaun said with a grin, before biting his lip hard in an unsuccessful attempt to stifle a whimper.
“You’re confused,” Kit said, hands going back down to the arms of the seat.
Quin placed his wrist into Kit’s open mouth, effectively gagging him. “Drink, baby.”
Kit didn’t need any further invitation. His fangs pierced Quin’s skin, the sharp needles of pain shooting straight to Quin’s balls. As the tang of blood filled the air, Rake’s movement stuttered, and he turned his head towards them.
“That’s it, baby boy,” Quin told Kit, though his eyes stayed locked with Rake’s. “Take what you need from me, and I’ll take what I need from you.”
Kit keened as Quin thrust his hips up, his cock sliding between Kit’s parted thighs. It wasn’t the same as pushing into Kit’s tight channel, but it was a worthy alternative. Rake was still looking at them, nostrils flaring.
“Sir, do you need to feed?” Shaun asked, voice thready.
Rake blinked, turning to his sub and flashing his fangs in response.
Shaun shuffled off of DJ, moving beside Rake on the bed and tilting his head to bare his throat.
Rake bit into his neck, right at the juncture of his shoulder and neck.
Shaun shuddered, and Quin knew how he felt.
Being fed from was exhilarating, but especially so when combined with the additional stimulation of sex.
It was the perfect cocktail of endorphins, and Quin wanted to drink it all.
DJ threw his head back on the bed, fangs poking out from his upper lip. One of his hands was stroking his cock as Rake fucked into him, the two of them in sync. It was easy to tell that they’d been together for years—both of them moved as if every action had been choreographed.
Rake stopped feeding from Shaun to take DJ’s hands in his own and pin them flat on the bed. Rake pounded into DJ, setting a brutal pace. If it hadn’t been for DJ’s expression of utter bliss, Quin might even have been concerned that it was too rough.
“Shaun…touch him…for me,” Rake said between thrusts. Shaun did so, grasping hold of DJ’s thick, hard cock and jerking him off in decisive strokes that matched the intensity of Rake’s fucking.
Lightheadedness struck Quin, and he realised Kit was still sucking on his wrist. “Enough, baby,” he said, pulling his arm away from Kit’s mouth.
Kit tried to grab it, going after him with his teeth, but Quin put his other hand on Kit’s jaw and turned his head to face him.
“Enough, baby,” he said, more forcefully this time.
Kit’s eyes were blown, his expression that of utter satiation. “You taste so good, Daddy,” he slurred.
Quin licked at the seam of Kit’s lips, tasting his own blood. “Of course I do.”
Kit whined, bucking upwards. “Wanna come.”
“Oh yeah?” Quin resumed stroking Kit’s cock. He rocked his hips up and down, his own cock rubbing between Kit’s parted thighs.
Kit put both his hands over Quin’s on his cock. “Make. Me. Come, Daddy.”
Quin couldn’t deny him. He took control of Kit once more, stroking him whilst the others approached their own peaks.
Shaun was lying atop DJ in the sixty-nine position—his arse in DJ’s face and his mouth full of DJ’s cock.
Rake’s hand was tangled in Shaun’s curls, holding him down.
Quin swallowed. DJ’s cock had to be buried deep in Shaun’s throat.
Quin put his spare hand around Kit’s neck. “That’s where he’ll be feeling it,” he murmured into Kit’s ear, thumb tracing Kit’s jugular. “Can you imagine? Taking a cock that thick down your throat?”
Kit grabbed Quin’s hand, pulling it up and sucking three fingers into his mouth. Quin spread them wide over Kit’s tongue. Kit’s fangs scraped over Quin’s skin. He swiped the thumb from his other hand over Kit’s dripping slit, and Kit bucked up, cum shooting into Quin’s waiting hand.
As Kit slumped back into him, boneless, Quin used Kit’s cum to jerk himself off as he watched Rake spill inside of DJ. The other two hadn’t come yet, and Quin was determined to edge himself until they did.
Rake pulled out, and Quin got a perfect view of cum dripping out of DJ’s hole. Quin squeezed the base of his dick to stop himself from coming at the sight. “Holy shit,” he said. “That’s hot.”
DJ craned his head to grin at him. “You like?”
Kit turned around in Quin’s lap, apparently done with watching and wanting attention back on him. He licked and sucked on Quin’s neck, but didn’t bite. Quin was glad of it, because he wasn’t sure how much more blood he had to spare.
“You okay, baby?”
Kit gave a hum of assent, burying his hands behind Quin’s back. He was holding onto him like a limpet, and Quin would be happy to never let him go.
“Fuck him, DJ,” Rake said. “Shaun only gets to come with your cock in him.”
Quin refocused on the erotic tableau laid out in front of him.
DJ must have prepped Shaun at some point, as he was lining up behind him on the bed, both of them facing Rake, Kit, and Quin.
DJ pulled Shaun up so that he was kneeling, back arched and neck exposed.
As DJ edged inside, Rake bit into the fresh side of Shaun’s neck, the two of them surrounding him.
The sound of flesh slapping together almost drowned out Shaun’s little moans and cries as DJ thrust into him and Rake stroked his cock.
As the fucking continued, Quin wondered how long vampires could go. All night, he presumed. But then DJ’s rhythm stuttered, and he grunted. “Oh shit, I’m gonna come, Sir,” he said. “He’s choking my dick.”
“You will not come until I give you permission,” Rake said primly.
“Sir,” Shaun said, voice sounding rough and abused. “Can I come, please?”
“Since you asked so sweetly,” Rake said.
“I feel like that’s aimed at me, Sir,” DJ said.
“I will neither confirm nor deny such a baseless accusation.”
Quin chuckled at Rake’s response, even as his balls tightened with anticipation.
With a few more tugs from Rake on Shaun’s cock, he came with a soft cry.
Everything about Shaun was delicate, including his orgasms. Rake continued to touch Shaun as he crooned praises in his ear, and DJ lapped at the cuts on his neck where Rake had bitten him.
“Please, Sir,” DJ said, far more politely than before. “Can I come now?”
“I’m almost tempted to deny you coming at all,” Rake said, reaching over and patting DJ’s face.
“But it’s a borgy!”
“And?”
“Please, Sir.”
“What do you think, Quin?” Rake said, turning to face him. “Does DJ deserve to come?”
Quin tilted his head, taking in DJ’s desperate expression. “Looks like he’s about to blow, whether you give him permission or not.”
“DJ is a very good sub and would never do such a thing.”
“If he’s very good, then you should reward him,” Quin said.
“I should, shouldn’t I?” Rake said, smiling. Quin played with the hair at the nape of Kit’s neck, enjoying how subdued and pliant he was in that moment. He could never be with Kit the way Rake was with DJ, but he enjoyed watching it.
“Sir,” DJ said, sounding like a man on the edge, “the sun is up soon, and I can’t go into my vamp coma with a boner. You know I hate doing that. It takes me ages to get it up again afterwards.”
“Sir, can you please let him come?” Shaun said. “I can’t take much more.”
“Of the conversation or the pounding?” Quin asked, intrigued. Kit snorted a laugh against his neck. He must have been coming back to himself, as he’d been silent until then.
“Both?” Shaun said, his voice high-pitched as DJ rocked against him.
“You can come, sweetheart,” Rake said, leaning over Shaun’s shoulder to take DJ’s mouth in a filthy kiss.
Quin saw the moment DJ came, his movement stilling as he groaned into Rake’s lips. The three of them fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, Rake lying in the middle with both of his guys under one arm.
Quin decided it was about time he came too. He nudged Kit away from his neck, just far enough that he could kiss him whilst he stroked himself to completion. It took only a few furious tugs. Once he’d finished, he held his cum-covered hand up to Kit. “You want some?”
Kit opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out. Quin fed him his cum, Kit lapping at his hand and licking it off like ice cream.
Over Kit’s shoulder, he could see DJ watching them from where he lay. DJ sent him a salacious wink, which had Quin smiling. “He has an oral fixation,” Quin explained. He was boasting, but he didn’t care.
“Fuck you, Daddy,” Kit said, his voice muffled around Quin’s fingers.
Quin chuckled, and Rake gave him a judgemental look. “I was under the impression that Daddies were supposed to discipline their boys when they were rude.”
Quin struggled to stop himself from laughing more. “Sure thing,” he said, then tapped Kit’s arse cheek in retribution.
Kit gasped, as if Quin had just spanked him with the full force of his werewolf strength. “Daddy, what was that for?”
“Being naughty.”
“But you like it when I’m naughty.”
“True. I take the spank back.”
The corners of Rake’s mouth turned down into an exaggerated frown.
“Their rules aren’t our rules, Sir,” Shaun said from where his head was pillowed on Rake’s chest.
“Well, that,” Rake said, “is evident.”
“So,” DJ drawled. “Same time tomorrow night?”