Chapter Twenty Nine #2
“I–I wanted to be good,” he didn’t know where the words were coming from, but they were true. He hadn’t touched himself in over a week because he’d suspected that was what Julien wanted. And he wanted to give him what he wanted.
“You are such a good boy,” Julien said. A hand slid down Luis’s center, stopping just short of his jeans.
Luis whined with want. “Please.”
“Don’t worry, I’m going to give you your reward,” Julien whispered in his ear. Following was a pinprick of a fang against Luis’s throat. Fuck, how Luis wanted him to bite again.
But Julien was pulling away.
Before Luis could miss him, Karim was there, crawling on top of him. He kissed Luis rough, thrusting his hips down, pinning Luis to the bed.
“Watching you two like that–fucking hell.” Karim growled, licking back into Luis’s mouth.
Fingers found the hem of Karim’s shirt, tugging at it. Luis needed skin, needed them to touch him. Karim’s fingers shot down and started making quick work of the button and zipper to his jeans.
Luis tugged again at the shirt, “Off,” he demanded.
Karim made a frustrated sound and pulled back just enough to rip it up and off. When he kissed Luis again, there was warm skin, Karim’s chest hair soft under his hands. It was addicting, getting to touch him.
In reward, Luis raked a hand over Karim’s shoulder dragging his nails and feeling the muscles move and bunch. Karim groaned, hips pressing into his.
There were still too many clothes.
Before Luis could put it to words, Karim was being pulled away from him. He blinked his eyes open to see Karim pushed down on his back and Julien taking a seat astride him.
Julien kissed him firm and deep, hands slithering up Karim’s arms to pin them against the bed. Luis was close enough to see everything, the tongue sliding into Karim’s mouth, the way Julien moved his hips smoothly against Karim’s.
The way Karim just melted under him.
He couldn’t look away.
When they parted, Karim looked thunderstruck.
“Undress me,” Julien commanded, hands lifting off of Karim’s.
It took a second for Karim to act, and then he reached for the buttons of Julien’s shirt. It was a practiced move, each button undone quick but neat. The shirt eased off Julien’s frame, sliding away like silk.
“Keep going,” Julien said when Karim set the shirt aside.
Karim undid the closure on the slacks and Julien slid easily back to his feet, stepping out of his slacks and then briefs. These too were folded and set aside.
Julien stood before them all pale skin and svelte lines. He was stunning, tall and commanding, even nude. Where Karim had dark chest hair, Julien’s was sparse, the same white-blonde shade. Only around his cock was there any color.
Luis flushed.
This time when Julien stepped back toward the bed, Karim acted. He wasted no time pushing Julien down onto the sheets and kissing him. Julien allowed it, but Luis could see the satisfied curl of his lips as they kissed, like even this outcome was one he’d planned for.
When Karim broke their kiss, he turned to Luis, one hand reaching out to draw Luis in. Luis pushed up enough to be reached, and was given another ravenous kiss.
“Karim, would you?” Julien said, motioning at Luis’s still dressed state.
He crawled off Julien as Luis sat up. Between them, they managed to get the rest of their clothing off in short order. None of it was folded, instead cast away onto the floor.
Luis had only a second to be nervous about his nudity in front of them, before Karim was back on top of him, kissing him. He was warm skin and a heavy weight, and when they pressed together with finally nothing between them, Luis wanted to cry because it was so good and not enough.
Karim kissed him for molten seconds longer, and then worked his way down to Luis’s throat. His head tilted to see Julien watching them.
Karim bit into his throat with regular, blunt teeth, and Luis gasped. Julien traced Luis’s bare shoulder and then up to his throat on the other side, stroking over his pulse point.
The touch was casual, intimate. Luis’s eyes fluttered, meeting Julien’s. His sharp attention was somehow also tender and sweet. He could see in a glance the affection, the care Julien was pouring over him.
Luis felt it soak into his skin, and he felt painfully exposed and grateful for it. No one had ever looked at him like this, ever wanted him with such clear desire.
Karim sucked harder at his throat, marking Luis for longer than bitemarks would stay. It was possessive too, their desire. It wrote over his insecurities, leaving no room for him to doubt them. How could he, with Julien’s hands on him, with Karim doing his best to leave a permanent mark.
Luis arched into both touches, nerves pinwheeling down his body with pleasure. Julien’s hand slid down, grazing Luis’s nipple and then doubling back when Luis cried out. Karim made a breathy, excited sound against his skin and kept sucking marks.
“Sensitive?” Julien asked. His nails skirted around, down over his ribs, and Luis huffed a laugh at the ticklish sensation.
“Yeah,” Luis said, “I–it’s a lot.”
He meant that in more ways than one.
Julien hummed in approval. “That’ll be fun to play with later.”
Julien’s nails then trailed down to Luis’s hipbone and stopped.
Luis groaned at the loss, then felt the searing heat of Karim’s cock lifted off where it had been pressed to his lower belly.
Luis tilted his head to look and found that Julien had taken it in hand, leaving just a sticky trail of precome behind.
“And you?” Julien’s thumb swirled over the cockhead, and Karim nearly bit him for real. His teeth pulled back from Luis’s skin.
“Fuck,” Karim didn’t usually have a noticeable accent, but that word came heavy on the end consonant.
“Careful,” Julien said, still playing with Karim’s cock. “Luis’s given enough blood for tonight. Mm, maybe your mouth could be put to better use elsewhere.”
Karim pushed up, and he looked like a man at the end of his rope. His skin was too dark to see a flush, but his hair was unruly and sticking to his skin, his muscles bulging where they held him up. He licked his lips, staring down at Luis with his pitch-dark eyes.
He’d never looked better. Luis almost lurched up to kiss him, the desire was so intense.
The moment passed and Karim moved, guided by Julien. He slid down Luis’s body and when those big hands landed on Luis’s thighs, he trembled.
One hand took Luis’s cock, tilting it toward his mouth. Dark eyes flickered up to check, but Luis wasn’t about to stop him.
Then Karim was bowing his head, taking Luis’s cock into his mouth. Luis’s hips bucked uncontrollably.
“Ka—ah—fuck,” Luis groaned. His hand had made its way into Karim’s messy hair, gripping it as if it could help hold himself together.
“Very sensitive,” Julien said approvingly. He was still beside them watching.
“I—ah—” Luis tried and gave up on words, head falling back when Karim bowed his head and took him to the root. It was hot and tight and Luis wasn’t going to last.
“This is one of his favorite things,” Julien said, almost conversational, “and he’s very good at it.” Karim made a sound around his cock and Luis almost bit his own tongue. “But you’re being so cautious. Let’s show him what you can do.”
With that, Julien’s hand set down on top of Luis’s, on the back of Karim’s head, and pushed down. It forced Luis’s cock impossibly deep, into the beginning of Karim’s throat. The feeling of that tight heat slammed into Luis, and he cried out. Karim made a gagged, muffled sound.
“Come whenever you like,” Julien said, voice laced with sweetness. “But Karim won’t be breathing until you do.”
There was a blistering and visceral twist in Luis’s gut. He looked down and met the hard stare looking up at him. Luis felt like he was the one who couldn’t breathe, who was suffocating from the control Julien had on him.
He whined, his hips jerking again.
“You can do it, come for us sweetheart,” Julien whispered. His hand moved Karim in small bobs, keeping Luis’s cock wedged deep. “Look at how badly he wants it. Come on, I know you need it.”
Luis couldn’t look away. There were tears gathering in Karim’s eyes, but he wasn’t struggling against Julien’s hold.
Luis’s cock throbbed. It was on the razor’s edge of too much, and he gasped, his chest heaved.
Karim made another sound around his cock, something that vibrated up through Luis’s whole body.
It shook him apart.
He came with a broken sound, hips arching up, lost in the tumble of pleasure.
Everything slid away except that mouth that kept swallowing and swallowing around him as he spilled.
It was a steep crest, and Luis let himself go as it rolled over him.
Blood roared in his ear and he moaned, pitchy and out of control.
Then he was slumping back onto the bed, exhausted in the wake of the drop. His hands and feet tingled, and he sucked in necessary breaths. His heart felt dryer tumbled, swollen and overflowing from their attentions.
“Perfect,” Julien said, affection and praise rolled into one word. Luis let it swaddle him as he laid there, eyes closed, and recovered.
Julien eased Karim off Luis’s sensitive cock. “Oh, mon c?ur, what a good job you did, you made our Luis feel so good, didn’t you?”
The sound of kissing drew Luis’s eyes open. He found Julien and Karim above him, Karim’s face in Julien’s hands, as the man licked into his mouth.
He’d taste Luis’s come there.
Luis pressed a hand to his burning face. There was a shyness creeping up on him, a new kind of uncertainty he didn’t know how to wrangle with. He’d never been here, never done anything like this before.
But wasn’t that the goal? Wasn’t that what Luis had been striving toward–trying so hard to get to?