Chapter Thirty #2
Still, Julien hesitated. “Are you sure? We don’t–I don’t need that if you don’t want to.”
Luis looked between the two of them and pulled all his new courage to himself. “I want it. I want… the closeness. I want to know what it’s like with you. If I’m yours, I want to feel like it.”
Karim had a reaction to that, tensing under Luis, but Luis kept his eyes on Julien. There was a rawness on the other vampire’s face, like some of his mask had been pulled away. Luis was reminded of a live wire, that nearly silent hum of electricity that dared one to put their hand to it.
“Would you give that to me?” Luis asked, grabbing the wire and giving it a damning tug. He could be tricky with words too.
A second later Julien was kissing him, mumbling anything you want, as he moved Luis out of Karim’s lap and down on the bed.
But there were too many clothes between them.
“Julien,” Luis breathed when they parted, “can we get undressed?”
“I’ll help,” Karim said. The second Julien pushed off, Luis was being stripped, those big hands copping a feel as they did so. Luis laughed when Karim brushed up his ticklish sides, and then stole a kiss as Julien was undressing.
When Julien came back to bed, it was all pale, warm skin. Luis was aware just for a moment of Karim undressing himself as well before the kiss absorbed him.
There’d been a lot of kissing, and it wasn’t getting old. Luis had never spent any amount of time thinking about kissing, about lingering in it, but he understood it now. How close it was, how different it was from just satiating arousal.
Julien always kissed him like he was precious, like it was the first time and he was savoring it. He relaxed Luis with his kissing, licking into his mouth until Luis was a puddle on the bed.
The next time he pulled back, he had that knowing gleam in his eye.
“I should get you ready if you’re going to take us tonight,” Julien said.
Luis’s heart thumped hard. “Okay,” he said faintly.
He expected the click of a cap, but instead Julien started to kiss down to his neck, then collarbone and chest. He reached where Luis was sensitive, and when his body arched up in automatic reaction, Karim was there, hands closing around Luis’s wrists.
He guided Luis’s arms up, pinning them to the bed.
Luis made a garbled sound at the spike of arousal that slid through him.
Then Julien’s hands on his thighs, easing them apart. Making space for him there.
“What are you–?” Luis started, but stopped as Julien kissed his hip, nails scratching through the trail of dark hair that led to his cock. Above, Karim was dark-eyed and observing.
Instead of touching his cock, Julien kissed over his hipbone and down to his thigh. Luis whined at the need pulsing through him. His cock was hard, bobbing against his belly.
“I’m getting you ready,” Julien said, and then bent his head to bite at Luis’s inner thigh. It was blunt, no fangs, but Luis’s legs still curled up in response, a cry dragged out of him. Julien took the opportunity to hook Luis’s legs over his shoulders.
Before he could get words together to question it, Julien dipped down further and licked him.
“Ah–” Luis’s whole body jolted at being touched there.
Julien licked again at his rim. It was electric, a completely new sensation that Luis didn’t know what to do with. His body jerked on its own, but he was pinned between Karim and Julien, could go nowhere.
It made him hotter.
Julien licked at him again, the flat of his tongue sparkling more nerves.
“F–fuck,” Luis moaned.
“How does he taste?” Karim asked. His hands tightened on Luis’s wrists when he jerked again, and Luis groaned at feeling himself held so tight.
A rumble came from Julien that Luis felt. He made another sound, unable to keep still.
“You know, I was thinking…” Karim mused. He moved Luis’s hands together and then held his wrists in just one hand. “Maybe I should have him first.”
Julien paused, lifting his head. Luis took the opportunity to try and catch his breath.
“Oh?”
“I just mean, when you’re finished with him, he won’t be able to move,” Karim said with a grin. “Makes sense if I go first.”
There was a chuckle. “And it has nothing to do with your impatience, I’m sure.”
“Nope, it’s pure logic,” Karim said.
Julien considered it. “I’m fine with that if Luis is.”
Both sets of eyes turned to him and Luis’s cheeks burned. “Yeah, um, fine with me.”
Then Julien’s head was dipping back down, his tongue going back to its work. Luis moaned.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Karim asked. His free hand caressed Luis’s hair, then down to his chest. The pad of one finger brushed over Luis’s nipples and he cried out. “I love how sensitive you are.”
The pleasure gathered like water behind a dam after that. Julien was relentless between his legs, teasing his rim before eventually tonguing deeper. Karim’s hand trailed up and down his chest, finding every point of sensitivity before coming back to play with his nipples.
He could do nothing but moan and squirm between them as he was taken apart from both ends.
“Open him up real nice for me,” Karim said, and Luis had to shut his eyes against what those words did to him. His cock was a constant leak now, dripping sticky strings of precome against his belly.
Eventually he did hear the click of the lubricant cap and then there was a finger inside him, then two. Julien took his time, didn’t rush. The burn of penetration was barely present with how slow he took it.
Luis was so turned on he felt out of his mind. Like he might come just like this.
“Doing so well,” Karim said. There was a rumbling from Julien.
“Fuck,” Luis groaned and Karim chuckled. He plucked at one nipple and it felt like it went straight to his cock. “Karim,” he whined.
Karim leaned down, their lips brushed despite the bad angle. “Yes?”
“Please,” Luis whispered, needing something, anything.
A hand cupped his jaw and tilted their lips together. Luis sighed into his mouth, tasting Karim’s hunger. It was a rising tide as Julien’s fingers now slow fucked into him.
“I’m ready,” Luis said between kisses. His voice was ragged. “Please.”
“Jules?” Karim asked.
The man pulled back. He was flushed, like he got after feeding. “Just a moment while I clean.”
Julien slid off the bed and went to the bathroom. A moment later there was the sound of running water.
“Let’s see, need you a little further back,” Karim directed, releasing Luis’s wrists to move him where he wanted. “Yeah, that’s good. Hm.” His hands slid under Luis, grabbing at his ass. “Maybe we turn you over…”
Sparks were running up and down Luis’s spine. “Okay,” he said breathlessly, and helped Karim turn him over. On his hands and knees, Karim grabbed his ass from behind, pulling him shamelessly apart.
“Julien did a good job getting you ready,” Karim said.
Luis cursed, dropping down to hide his face in the comforter at what Karim must be looking at.
“But I’m still pretty thick, you sure you want this?” To illustrate he pressed against Luis’s backside, his cock rubbing against the crease.
Luis shuddered. He’d taken Karim in hand a few times this week, knew the thickness and weight of him. The idea of it being inside him, filling him, made him shivery with desire.
“Yeah,” Luis said, “I’m sure.”
The water shut off in the bathroom and then Julien returned. Julien slid neatly onto the bed in front of Luis, and they encouraged him back up onto his hands.
“Can you hold this position?” Julien asked, hand pushing Luis’s curls out of his face.
“Yeah,” Luis said. “I’m good, I’m ready.”
“Start slow,” Julien said to Karim. There was the click of a cap, fresh lubricant, and then Karim’s fingers slipping inside him. Luis gasped.
Karim didn’t dawdle. With more slick applied, he pulled out and a second later the blunt head of his cock touched Luis’s hole.
Luis bit his lip in anticipation. Julien traced down Luis’s cheek and to his lip. Luis parted his lips and the finger slipped in, tasting vaguely of soap.
“I’ve got you,” Julien said, fingers swirling across the flat of Luis’s tongue. It was strangely grounding.
Behind him, Karim held his hips and started to push in. He went slow, and despite the prep, Luis still felt the resistance, the burn of the stretch.
But fuck, how he wanted it.
“Breathe,” Julien said.
Luis breathed in and out through his nose, sucked softly around the fingers in his mouth. His eyes met Julien’s and held there as Karim slid in deeper. The burn eventually coalesced into a moan, the sound muffled by the fingers.
“You’re doing so fucking good,” Karim said. He bent over Luis and dropped a kiss on the nape of his neck. Luis’s belly fluttered at the affection.
It went on for a long time, the pressure and burn. Luis sucked at Julien’s fingers and moaned through it as the pain slipped further and further toward pleasure.
Finally, Karim stopped. His hips settled against Luis, fully inside him.
Karim made another low sound. “Mine,” he growled.
“Ours,” Julien corrected, slipping his fingers out of Luis’s mouth. “Go ahead.”
Karim started moving, a slow push and pull that made Luis feel every bit of him. Luis’s head hung down, eyes squeezed shut at the tangling pleasure inside him. He was molten, already so close to the edge.
The rhythm picked up, building steadily. Karim got the angle right, and it was more sparks. He cried out, eyes fluttering open to see Julien in front of him. His hand was on his own cock, teasing the tip.
“You’re doing so good,” Julien said. He reached with his other hand to pet over Luis’s hair. Luis’s eyes kept sticking to where Julien was thumbing over the tip of his cock, smearing wetness caused by watching them. His mouth filled with saliva and Luis almost asked if he could taste it.
Arousal climbed and climbed, painting him over. He was grateful for Karim’s strength because he was wobbly on his hands, threatening collapse. Sounds of pleasure came one after another, spilling from his lips.