Chapter Twenty Nine #3
After almost a minute of kissing, Julien pulled back. “Could you get the lubricant, darling?” He asked. Karim immediately stumbled up and over to the bedside table to retrieve it. “We’ll give Luis a moment to recover,” Julien said, “and he can watch me take care of you.”
There was a hungry focus to his face that Luis had never seen before. He was used to it with Karim, but he’d never seen it on Julien. Julien was always so… buttoned-up. So in control.
“Thank you,” Julien purred when Karim returned with the bottle. “Now lie down, there, on your back.”
He pointed to the spot beside Luis, and Karim did. Julien got between Karim’s legs, and there was a click of a cap. Then his wet fingers were dipping down where Luis couldn’t see.
“Jules,” Karim groaned, spreading his legs when those fingers touched him.
“Just a bit longer,” Julien crooned, “you can do it. For me.”
Not seeing only made Luis’s imagination paint the details of what Julien’s fingers were doing more luridly. Karim tilted his head back with a punched-out sound, his eyes fluttering closed. His cock was rigid and wet, bobbing against his belly.
“Good, so good,” Julien said.
He took his time fingering Karim open, the entire time whispering to him how good he was being, how he was almost, almost done suffering. The words were almost as ruinous as the way Karim shifted restlessly, his cock drooling puddles of precome.
Eventually Luis couldn’t stand it, and shifted close enough to press a kiss to Karim’s bare shoulder. Karim’s eyes opened to look at him, and the stripped-down desire on his face made Luis’s heart trip. He felt honored to be here, to be trusted to witness them like this.
Another minute went by, Julien pausing only to add more lubricant.
“I can see how badly you need it,” Julien said, “Look at you, leaking all over. He’s so pretty like this, isn’t he Luis?”
“Yeah,” Luis’s voice was a croak.
“So strong, so rough, but not here with me. Not when you’ve been worn down, when you’re nothing but tightly coiled desire.”
“Jules,” Karim pleaded.
A smile from Julien, made wicked by fangs.
“My perfect, beautiful thing. Alright,” Julien pulled back, shiny fingers sliding out of Karim. “On your knees.”
Karim hurried to comply.
“Hm.” Julien mused thoughtfully when Karim was up. “Let’s try a little left,” Julien tapped Karim’s flank. Karim moved, carefully maneuvering over Luis who was still lying on his back.
“And down on your elbows, you’ll need the support,” Julien instructed.
Karim did so without argument, and suddenly he and Karim were face to face again. Luis leaned up to kiss him, couldn’t help it.
“Yes, that’s perfect,” Julien said. There was movement from the end of the bed, Julien climbing back up behind Karim.
And then Luis was distracted by the kisses, by the ravenous way Karim took his mouth.
“Good,” Julien said, and weight shifted on the bed. Karim was pushed forward by sudden momentum. They broke them apart and Karim groaned, his breath puffing across Luis’s face and making him shiver.
Julien was inside him.
A hand smoothed over Karim’s hip, so pale against Karim’s dark skin.
“There we go, this is what you want, isn’t it?” Julien asked.
Luis’s chest rose and fell quickly as his brain snapped all the pieces together. Karim was above him, hot skin and leaking cock brushing his belly, and Julien behind him, inside him, fucking him.
Luis reached and drew Karim back in, kissing him hard. Karim could barely coordinate a kiss in return, but it didn’t matter. He just had to touch him, taste him.
Despite just coming, Luis was getting hard again.
“I love how you are when I’ve made you wait,” Julien said, starting a slow, seductive rhythm. “Strung tighter than a bow, and so responsive. Almost as responsive as our sweet Luis.”
Karim was shoved forward with the next thrust, and practically fell onto Luis. Luis’s stomach swooped as their bodies came into full contact. Karim was a burning but welcome weight.
Julien curled closer, and Luis could see his pale beauty beyond Karim’s shoulder. He looked transformed, unmasked. For the first time Luis thought he looked like the vampires of fiction, something unspeakably beautiful and viciously hungry in his hedonistic pursuits.
But he wasn’t scared. It felt almost sacred to get to see it.
Everything escalated quickly after that. Luis squeezed a hand down between them to take Karim’s cock and slot it against his own. It was ungraceful how they rocked together, but Karim was leaking enough to make it work.
Behind Karim, Julien picked up the pace, bearing down on them, fucking into Karim with the stamina only a vampire could maintain.
Between Julien’s teeth grazing Karim’s neck and Luis squeezing their cockheads together, Karim broke quickly.
He moaned as he came, and there was a flood of liquid heat between them.
It dragged Luis over the edge, and he started to come, working his hand to get them through it.
His whole body pulsed in waves of pleasure, thicker than the first orgasm had been.
It sank him suddenly into the floaty, sweet headspace he’d experienced before.
Above, he was only distantly aware of Julien finishing, sucking a kiss into Karim’s skin.
The moment crested and began to fade. Karim collapsed part of the way onto Luis, head tucked in his throat as he gasped for air. Julien had enough grace to move back and lower himself to the bed next to them.
When the cogs in his head began to turn again and Karim was getting too heavy, Luis tapped three times at Karim’s shoulder. The man grunted, shifting over and rolling onto his back.
“Darling?” Julien inquired, a hand delicately tucking his hair back out of his face.
Karim turned his head to press against Julien’s thigh with a sound of contentment.
“Good. And you, sweetheart, how’re you?” Julien looked at Luis.
“M’good,” Luis said. His throat was bone dry and he definitely needed a shower, but he felt amazing. Absolutely amazing. “Ten out of ten.”
Julien smiled. “I’m glad.”
Minutes passed in silence. Julien pet through Karim’s hair, finger combing out the tangles, and Luis luxuriated in the post-orgasmic bliss as his overheated body cooled down.
Eventually Julien reached out and took his hand, giving it a squeeze. “Ready for a shower?” Julien asked.
Luis weighed the idea of standing with the desire to rinse. “Can you carry me?” He joked.
“Of course,” Julien said, completely serious.
“No I–I can stand, that was a joke,” Luis said. Then he yawned.
“Mm,” Julien said, hand slipping out of Luis’s. He tapped Karim’s cheek gently. “Alright, can’t have you two falling asleep before clean up.”
Karim groaned in protest. He looked just as wiped as Luis felt.
“Want me to carry you too?” Julien offered.
Karim snorted, then was pushing himself up slowly. “I can stand, take Luis.”
“What?” Luis mumbled sleepily. Then Karim was standing and Luis was being scooped up bridle style by Julien.
“I can walk,” Luis protested, but with less energy than he should’ve. Julien was already carrying him to the bathroom, and he had to admit… it was nice. He was sore and tired and his head was still cottony from the scene.
That had been a scene, right?
Luis was distracted from prodding at that by the bathroom.
He hadn’t seen inside the bathroom before, but it was larger than it’d looked from the doorway.
There was a stalled shower and a jacuzzi bath, all gleaming in a vintage looking blue patterned tile.
Karim headed for the shower, turning the water on to warm up.
It was ready in seconds, because then Karim was sliding the door open and Julien was carrying him through.
“Julien,” Luis said, tucking his head closer to avoid spray to the face.
“I’m putting you down, here,” Julien said with amusement, gentling Luis down onto the seat built into the tile, just on the edge of the water. “Let me take care of Karim, and then we will do you, hm?”
“I’m fine,” Karim gruffed.
“That may be so,” Julien said, turning and drawing Karim in, “but this is as much for me as it is you, and you’ll let me have what I want.”
There were his twisty words again. Karim’s shoulders sank, giving up the fight immediately.
“Good boy,” Julien said, and reached for a fancy looking bottle on one of the built in shower ledges.
Luis was content to sit and watch. The room heated up like a sauna, and it was nice to sit with just his toes touching the water, watching them. Julien didn’t rush, took his time just as he had in the bedroom, washing Karim down with a violet scented soap, fingers massaging as he went.
Karim submitted to it, eyes closed and silent. He turned when requested, tilted his head back when Julien started on his hair. It was mesmerizing to watch how familiar the routine was. How easily Julien took the reins and took care of him.
This, even more than what had happened in the bedroom, touched him. It was a peek behind the curtain that Luis was certain no one else had ever seen.
Then Karim was clean and rinsed, and both of them turned to him.
“Think you can stand now?” Karim asked with a bit of cheek.
Luis would’ve rolled his eyes if he wasn’t so sleepy. “I could stand before,” he said, and slowly got to his feet. He wasn’t so steady on them though, so maybe Karim had a point.
It didn’t end up being a problem. Julien coaxed him in under the spray, between the two of them, and then there were two sets of hands sliding over him, keeping him up.
Karim’s chin set on Luis’s shoulder as Julien started with the soap. The violet was strong this close up, and Luis hummed in contentment.
“Sometimes I think this might be my favorite part,” Karim confessed into his ear.
Luis might agree. The water was just on the edge of too hot, and Julien’s hands as they started moving up and down his body were perfect.
He relaxed as Julien pressed into muscles, as he worked soap up into his ticklish armpits, and down to between his fingers.
He was thorough everywhere, sliding a hand gently over Luis’s soft cock and under, making sure everything got cleaned.
It wasn’t a sexual touch, and something about that made his throat catch. He’d never been touched, been taken care of like this. When he was turned for Julien to do his back, he pressed his forehead into Karim to hide his stinging eyes.
He wasn’t sad, this was just… a lot. The nicest kind of a lot.
Julien must have felt it in his back, because the hands started smoothing long strokes. “It’s okay,” Julien said softly. “Whatever you’re feeling right now, it’s okay.”
Luis hiccupped a breath. “I don’t know why…” he said against Karim’s skin. The man still had his hands on Luis’s hips for support, and they squeezed.
“You read about subspace and subdrop?” Julien asked.
Luis nodded instead of trying to force out another sticky word.
“It can be a lot, experiencing what you have,” Julien said. “And it’s all new. We can talk about it more tomorrow, but what you’re feeling, it’s okay. It’s all okay, Luis. We’ve got you.”
And maybe that was really what it was. That he’d never been as vulnerable as he was standing here in the shower with them. He’d never been so much himself as he was at their house, able to play his music and laugh and kiss them without consequence.
Vampires he’d been told all his life were the greatest threat to him had turned out to be some of his greatest supports. Like Cassie, they loved him for who he was. They treated him with kindness and respect, with thoughtful care.
When Julien finished washing his hair, his hands slowed and he stepped up to press the length of his body into Luis.
Luis sighed, leaning back against him. “Thank you,” he said, and it was about more than the shower.
“Caring for you is never something you need to thank me for,” Julien said, dropping a kiss to Luis’s shoulder.
A tear slipped down Luis’s cheek, but with the shower running, no one saw it.
“Karim, can you take him now? I need to wash my hair.”
“Of course,” Karim said. “C’mon, Jules takes a bit for his routine.”
Julien stepped away and Luis was guided out of the shower and onto a fluffy rug. Karim produced two towels and dried Luis down before himself. Luis felt slow, mute, and didn’t try to fight it.
Karim guided them to the sink where they brushed their teeth together in silence as the shower water ran. When that was finished, Karim took his hand to lead him back to the bedroom.
Karim got them both boxers to slip into and then discarded their towels in the laundry basket.
“Let’s get you to bed,” he said, turning down the comforter to get Luis in.
Luis sighed when he was lying down again, Karim tucked up against his side. Already he was drifting toward sleep.
At some point Julien returned to them. Luis felt only the whisper of a kiss to his forehead, couldn’t even open his eyes to look.
“Sleep well,” someone said. Luis did.