Chapter Twenty Seven #2
Between the book Julien had given him and the Internet, there was a lot to intake. He prioritized ‘domination and submission’ for obvious reasons. If they ever got to something as complicated as ‘shibari’ he figured Julien would give him a heads up in time to do research.
While brushing his teeth near dawn, Luis typed up a quick summary for Cassie of what had happened and his crash course in BDSM. It was weirdly exciting to have something to share with her that wasn’t work or his mom.
When he got to Julien and Karim’s bedroom near dawn, it was exactly as it had been all the previous nights. Julien was in the bathroom, and Karim was on the bed.
Luis, pointedly, sat himself on the far other end of the bed from Karim. The man looked at him, snorted, and then pulled out his phone. A few seconds later Luis’s phone buzzed.
They did a few lighting rounds of Words with Friends as Julien finished up in the bathroom.
“You seem rather awake,” Julien said when he came to stand on his side of the bed where Luis was sitting. A hand reached for him, and Luis automatically tilted into it, letting those fingers scrape back through his hair. “Read anything interesting today?”
Karim snorted, and Luis hummed an agreement.
“Anything you’d like to ask?” Julien prompted.
He met Julien’s eyes. “Should I–ah, pick a safe word?”
Julien smiled, those nails raking lines of pleasure across his scalp. “Eventually,” Julien said. “Right now, you’ll just tell me or Karim if there’s anything you don’t like or aren’t sure about. Best not make it complicated in the beginning.”
“Okay,” Luis said.
“Anything else? What about boundaries?”
Luis’s eyes fluttered shut. “I don’t know. I don’t–I haven’t done much. Is it okay if we… figure them out as we go?”
A lot of the reading had been strict about knowing what he did and didn’t like. But Luis didn’t. He’d never had the space to learn.
“Of course. I plan to go slow with you. Can I trust you to speak up?” Julien asked. His hand paused in Luis’s hair.
Luis let out a long breath and opened his eyes. “Yeah. I will. I–I don’t want to mess this up.”
“That’s good, because neither do we.” Julien tucked a strand of hair behind Luis’s ear. “And how are you feeling tonight? Do you want to go to sleep, or do you want to try something new?”
That was the easiest thing he’d asked yet. “I’m not tired,” Luis said.
Julien hummed. “Then tonight let’s see if you and Karim can spend some time together without breaking the rules.”
Julien’s hand slipped out of his hair and immediately Karim was there, grabbing Luis’s wrist. It happened so quickly a surprised laugh erupted from him as Karim tackled him down to the bed.
“Stop laughing, I’m trying to kiss you,” Karim complained.
But Luis couldn’t stop smiling. “Eager,” he teased.
“Don’t tell me you aren’t,” Karim growled.
He was right.
They kissed like they were starving for it. Luis’s uncertainty fell away the second Karim kissed him. Karim ground down against him, fangs nibbling his bottom lip. Luis gasped, arousal pouring through him.
Luis moaned and Karim pressed the advantage, licking into his mouth. It became wet, messy, and they clutched at each other.
“Fuck,” Karim hissed when he pulled away. His hips made a dirty grind against Luis. He was as hard as Luis was. “How much longer Julien?” The question was rough.
There was an amused hum, and Luis saw Julien’s pale hand reach and stroke over Karim’s hair. “I haven’t decided, but you’re not finishing tonight.”
Karim groaned and dropped his head beside Luis’s.
Luis, at a loss for what else to do and too turned on to think straight, turned his head to kiss Karim’s cheek. “We can enjoy just this, can’t we?” He whispered.
Karim looked back at him, eyes dark. “Don’t tell me you’re siding with him.”
Luis laughed. “I’m with you. But if he says no, then… we make the best of what we can have, right?”
Karim’s eyes dropped to his lips. “Fuck, you’re cute,” he said, and then was kissing Luis again.
It went on and one, one kiss sinking into the next. Each was just a little too hard, a little too desperate, and Luis groaned into them. It was addicting to know just how much Karim wanted him, to feel the weight of him, the hands clutching at him. He’d never been wanted like this before.
Eventually they parted to suck in panting breaths. His head was floaty like it had been yesterday, but now he had a name for it. Subspace.
Or at least the edges of it.
Even the frustration of his body felt good like this, because it wasn’t under his control. He didn’t have to worry about coming or how that was going to happen, because Julien had made the decision.
The only thing he really had to do was trust Julien to take care of them, and raise his voice if he wasn’t having a good time.
But god, he was having a great time.
Karim’s kisses slowed. Still, his attention didn’t waver until Luis’s lips were sore and his mind was full of cotton clouds. Until Luis had forgotten that Julien was watching, holding the reins.
They started to move against each other. It was at first a slow wave, and then something hungrier. Luis’s hands found the hem of Karim’s sleep pants and tugged meaningfully.
He kept making sounds, burbles of words that sounded like please. Karim kissed them out of his mouth, his own hunger a graveled grunt.
“Mon c?ur,” Julien’s voice cut through eventually, soft. It demanded their attention. Luis’s eyes flickered open to see Julien’s hand in Karim’s hair, guiding him back. “I think that’s enough for tonight.”
Karim came up off of him clumsily, guided by the gentle hand in his hair. He was flushed, and his own lips were swollen, fangs prominent.
Julien guided him down onto his side of the bed, leaning to give him a soft, thorough kiss. “Good boy,” Julien whispered against his mouth as he pulled away.
He did the same for Luis, getting them both tucked in under the covers, before kissing him slow and deep. Luis ached, his cock throbbing from the lack of attention.
But he was powerless under Julien’s guidance.
“Good, you’re so good. So perfect,” Julien said as he pulled away. The words were a balm against the arousal. They felt almost as good as getting off would have.
Luis sighed, his eyes fluttering closed. On his other side he felt Karim scoot in close and nuzzle his shoulder.
This was definitely something he liked.
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The next day, Luis was on Karim’s lap. What had started as an after dinner make-out session on the couch, had quickly gotten hot and heavy. Karim’s hands were all over him, touching, teasing.
Now they were both hard, and Luis was starting to move, following the push and pull Karim started with his hands moving his hips.
They’d been left alone mere minutes while Julien cleaned up from dinner, and hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other. There’d been two nights of buildup and no relief. Desperate was now an understatement.
Luis whined into Karim’s mouth, his hands curled tight in his well-worn band t-shirt. He already felt so close, so pent up.
“Ah, of course,” Julien said with amusement as he came into the room.
It jarred the two of them out of the bubble. Karim pulled back panting.
Then fingers were slipping in under Luis’s chin and turning his head. “Not that I blame you,” Julien said. His blue eyes were piercing, looking over Luis’s face. “He’s so very pretty like this.”
Julien leaned down and kissed him. In contrast to what he and Karim had just been doing, this was achingly soft. A careful, tender press of his lips. Luis loved the way Julien kissed. Like he needed no force, no hurried passion to make an impact.
“Good, so good,” Julien said when he let Luis go. His attention turned to Karim. “And you…” he cupped Karim’s face, thumb tracing his lips. “We haven’t had something wind you up this well in ages. I’ve missed it.”
Julien leaned in for another delicate kiss. Luis watched his fingers slide over Karim’s throat and then trace the shell of his ear. Luis, still on his lap, felt the shiver that went through Karim.
Then Julien pulled away, standing straight once more. “Now, since we didn’t make it out to the bar yesterday, I thought we might go tonight? I could use a drink.”
Luis blinked up at him, trying to make sense of the words.
Julien wanted them to go to the bar? Now?
“Uh,” Karim said, then cleared his throat. “If that’s what you want.”
“Luis?” Julien prompted.
“Yeah, okay,” Luis said slowly. He didn’t think he could stand at just that moment, but with a minute or two to cool down, he could drive them.
“Excellent,” Julien smiled. “Let me just go use the restroom and then we can go. I’ll be right back, be good.”
Julien left and then slowly, carefully, Luis slid off of Karim’s lap and onto the couch beside him. He reached down and adjusted himself, and Karim did the same.
“How long does… this go on?” Luis asked.
Karim ran a hand over his face, blowing out a breath. “Until Julien decides or you say you’ve had enough.”
“Not when you’ve had enough?” Luis asked, curious.
Karim’s dark eyes met his. His hair was a mess, because at some point Luis had put his hands through it. “No. I’ve long ago left that in his hands.”
Luis swallowed hard. Right. Right. And Luis could do that too, if he wanted to. He could hand so many choices over to Julien if he wanted to, he just had to say so.
So how far did he want this to go?