Chapter Thirty #3
“That’s it,” Julien said softly. Fingers traced the shell of his ear and back behind where he was sensitive. “Feeling good?”
Luis couldn’t speak, but tried to nod.
“So sweet for us, so perfect.”
Luis’s hands fisted in the sheets, trying to hold on as the ricochets of pleasure reeled him higher. Karim dragged his teeth over the back of Luis’s neck, and Luis felt the edge. He was trembling, spun tighter than he could ever remember being.
“P-please,” he said, high and needy.
“Do you need a hand?” Karim grit, “or will you come like this, just from my cock?”
The words seared where they landed, and Luis’s arms collapsed under him. Karim didn’t stop, only took the deeper angle, fucking relentlessly into him.
He teetered at the edge. He’d never come untouched, but he was so, so close–
“Come for us,” Julien said, and his hand tightened in Luis’s hair, his tone heavy with demand.
It pushed him over.
The towering pleasure collapsed, and Luis cried out, spilling in hot pulses all over the sheets as it shook through him.
Karim sucked at his throat savagely, and that roughness drew Luis’s orgasm out, making him whimper through shock after shock of it.
Karim’s hips pulsed against that spot inside Luis, driving every ounce of pleasure through him.
It was a haze of white, a blur of tangled sensory feedback.
“Karim,” Julien’s voice cut through like a knife.
Karim made a desperate sound, and then he was coming too. Luis felt the twitches inside him, the covetous way Karim clutched at him, riding out his pleasure. It made Luis dizzy, that he could do that to Karim.
When Karim slid out of him, the hand in his hair softly turned Luis’s head. He was still on his knees, but barely. He blinked eyes open to look at Julien.
“Should I let you rest, or keep going?” He asked.
Luis’s eyes immediately dropped to his lap, where Julien was still hard.
“K-keep going,” Luis said. His voice was rough, but he meant it. He wanted both of them.
Before he could process it, Karim and Julien had him up and in Julien’s lap. Strong arms came around him, and then he was being guided down, Julien’s cock slipping easily into his wet, loosened hole.
Luis sighed, giving himself over to it. He was floating in the post-orgasm chemicals, and being filled back up just felt right.
“There you go,” Julien said, carding his sweaty curls out of his face.
Luis tipped his head forward onto Julien’s shoulder, wanting the closeness.
“Sweet thing,” Julien crooned. His hands smoothed up and down Luis’s back. “Did Karim make you feel good?”
Yes, he tried to say. Instead, he kissed Julien’s shoulder.
“He’s perfect,” Karim said. Another hand trailed up and down Luis’s spine.
“Mm.” Julien shifted his hips, like testing the waters. Luis curled in further. He was oversensitive, but even that was nice when it was in Julien’s hands. “I want to keep him,” Julien said softly, like it was a secret.
Luis gasped, his heart tender and swollen all at the same time.
“Would you like that?” Julien asked, whispering it into his hair. “Do you want us to keep you?”
Inexplicably, there was a burn in the corner of his eyes like tears. He’d never been wanted like this, as wholly himself. He couldn’t wrap his mind around how these two men could want that. How they could make it sound so simple.
He nodded, unable to speak.
The arms around him squeezed. “Oh sweetheart, are we feeling soft?” Julien asked.
Luis didn’t know what to call it. Subspace or subdrop or some kind of combination of both. He was just grateful Julien kept holding him and Karim kept stroking his back. Both of them stayed close.
“He’s so down,” Karim said.
“He is,” Julien said. “Should we stop?”
Luis’s hands tightened. He didn’t want to stop, didn’t want this to end. He must have said something to that effect, because then Julien was squeezing him.
“Okay sweetheart, we’ll keep going. But you’ll tell me if that changes.”
Luis tucked his face into Julien’s neck and gave him a kiss. A promise that he would.
Eventually Julien started moving, a slow roll of his hips that required nothing from Luis. He let himself sink into the ache of it, his body moving from overstimulated and back into arousal. The teary, tender thing in his chest abated for the moment.
A kiss to the back of his neck told him Karim was still close. His broad hand trailing down Luis’s spine made him sigh.
“Beautiful,” Karim said.
Then that hand dipped lower, down to Luis’s ass. Fingers slid through the wetness between them and touched where he and Julien were joined. The intimacy of the touch was startling, and Luis moaned.
Karim pressed closer, his heat all along Luis’s back, and a moment later Luis could hear the sound of kissing. Julien kept moving inside him as they kissed, and it sent fresh spindles of desire through him.
“You two look so good like this,” Karim mumbled. “Fuck, the way I want you both.”
Luis shivered and Julien made a sound when he clenched around his cock.
“You have us,” Julien said. They kissed. “We’re yours, right Luis?”
Luis could only make a breathy cry of agreement. Julien kept moving and Karim’s hands were all over him, touching his rim, playing in the mess dripping out of him. It was filthy and sweet and overwhelming.
One more shift had Julien’s cock knocking right into that spot inside him that Karim had found. Luis’s head fell back against Karim as he moaned. He couldn’t keep anything in now.
“He’s close,” Karim said, kissing his throat.
“Yes,” Julien said, velvety sweet. “Don’t hold back sweetheart. Let me have you, let me make you feel good.”
Luis’s nails dug into his shoulder as it started to build up that final crest. He could hear the wetness of their coupling, the shift in Julien’s breathing.
Julien kissed Luis’s bared throat, and Luis couldn’t help but think of him biting down. Being bitten when Julien was inside him, when he was so full of pleasure he couldn’t think.
He could. He could have that if he just–
“Please,” Luis panted, canting his neck further.
A hot gust of air tickled the skin. “What, sweetheart?” Julien asked, though it sounded like he already knew.
“B-bite me,” he tightened around Julien’s cock, so close now. “Please.”
Karim swore in a language Luis couldn’t understand.
“Luis,” Julien sounded rung out, his lips grazed over Luis’s pulse point. “Je ne peux pas.”
“Il a dit que c'était permis,” Karim replied in French.
“Jules,” the nickname slipped out before Luis could think better of it.
A second later fangs punctured his skin. Luis arched, the pleasure rocketing through him. Julien kept moving, thrusting inside him, hands vice gripped on his hips. Blood welled up from the bite and Julien drank, making ragged, hungry sounds.
Luis teetered at that impossible height for a second, and then a rough hand closed around his cock, and he broke. He came, body shaking through the hot scour of pleasure. He spilled everywhere, crying out, feeling Julien inside him, all around him.
Then he was coming too, groaning against Luis’s throat, his cock kicking inside him. It was a bliss like nothing else he’d ever experienced.
When his orgasm started to fade, Luis closed his eyes, letting his body slacken. Teeth slipped out of his neck, and there was the familiar swipe of tongue. Luis sighed, content.
At some point he was moved, cock slipping out of him as he was lowered down on the bed. He was floaty, deep in it. Deeper than he’d ever been before.
When his eyes opened briefly, Karim and Julien were above him, matching expressions of adoration. He smiled up at them, eyes drifting closed again.
“Just be easy sweetheart,” Julien said, “we’ve got you.”
He let himself sink.
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Sometime later, Luis started to rouse. The room was dark, the bed unspeakably comfortable, and when he shifted, an arm around him squeezed.
“Time?” Luis asked. He sounded like a frog with how dry he was.
“Just after three, you’ve been napping for an hour,” Julien said.
Luis cracked an eye open. Julien was in bed with him, curled close with his arm around Luis.
His thoughts drifted to try and place this in space and time. They’d… had sex. A lot of sex.
“I’m… a little foggy still,” Luis admitted.
Julien chuckled and kissed his bare shoulder. “To be expected. You go down so easy.”
He did, and like with the bite haze, it lingered. Not that Luis was complaining. He felt relaxed and easy right now, all the worries from before washed away. It would be scary with the wrong company.
But he was with the exact right company.
Julien’s hand smoothed up his side, a heavy, soothing gesture. “Do you think you can get up?” Julien asked. “I should get some sugars into you, and clean you up.”
“But I’m cozy,” Luis grumbled, cuddling closer.
“So am I, but I could make us cozy in the bath, sweetheart,” Julien said.
That piqued his interest. He remembered seeing the large tub in there beside the shower.
“Bath?”
“Mhmm,” Julien said, “big enough for three.”
That sounded… really nice. “Where is Karim?”
“He went to handle a customer complaint,” Julien explained, “but I’m to text him now that you’re up.”
“Oh.”
“So, bath?” Julien pressed.
Luis groaned again, but started to push himself up. “Okay, fine.”
“You won’t even have to walk, I’ll carry you,” Julien said.
“Wait, no–!” Luis started, but it was already too late. Julien scooped him up and started toward the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, Julien had the bath filling, the tray of food relocated to a stand beside the tub, and had texted Karim to join them. While doing so he’d had Luis wait on the closed toilet seat, but now he pulled him up by hand to lead him to the steamy water.
He’d put something in the water that smelled richly of vanilla. Julien stepped in first and then made sure Luis didn’t trip with his wobbly legs.
They settled, Julien resting against one end, Luis settled between his legs. The water was so warm that Luis groaned as he leaned his head back against Julien.
“Good?” Julien asked.
“So good,” it came out slurred and Luis didn’t even care.
Julien’s hands smoothed up his thighs under the water. “Think you could eat for me?”
Luis made a sound of discontent. His eyes had fallen closed and he didn’t want to move.
The hands slipped away and he felt Julien shifting. Then, “Come on sweetness, open for me?”
His eyes fluttered open. Julien had a cut bit of strawberry in hand. “Are you–are you really going to handfeed me?” He asked incredulously.
“Unless you’d prefer Karim.”
“Prefer me for what?” Karim said as he strode into the room. He’d put on a pair of pants but was still shirtless. He had a juice in hand and set it down on the tray.
“I already have juice,” Luis said, nodding at the tray where two other bottles were.
“Those aren’t cold anymore so I brought another,” Karim said. Then he was pulling the tie on his pants loose and letting them fall. “Room for one more?”
“Mm, would you like to take over food? I’d like to work on these tangled curls,” Julien said.
“Sure,” Karim said, stepping into the tub at the opposite end. The water rose as he took his own seat, his legs tangling with theirs. The water didn’t overflow but rose right to the top, and Luis sighed at being sunk further in all that heat.
The strawberry was passed from Julien to Karim, and then brought back up to Luis’s mouth.
Luis was too tired to fight it, and opened his mouth to let Karim feed him. Behind him, Julien reached for one of the shampoo bottles.
They worked as a team, Karim plying him with fruits and cheese and juice until he felt steadier while Julien detangled his hair and then transitioned into a massage that had Luis groaning as he worked tension out of his shoulders.
It felt unspeakably decadent, like the kind of treatment reserved for kings.
“I don’t really understand how I got here,” Luis confessed after a long while. His head was tilted back against Julien, his feet in Karim’s lap. He felt relaxed enough to be liquid. “It feels too good to be true.”
“Open your eyes,” Karim said.
Luis did and the man sat forward, drawing him in for a kiss. “None of this is too good for you. You’re here because we love you, and we want you, and it’s as simple and plain as that. If anything, it’s the most common thing there is, falling in love.”
Luis’s heart thumped hard.
“It’s true,” Julien coaxed him back to kiss his cheek. “No magic involved, it’s just you. And you ended up here because you wanted to be. Because you were brave enough to be,” Julien said with an affectionate squeeze.
His eyes burned. Luis wanted to say that he didn’t know what he’d done to deserve them, but hadn’t they just told him?
He’d been himself, he’d taken a chance. It wasn’t magic, it was effort. It was courage.
It was changing your life, even when it was hard, even when there were consequences.
“I want to be with you both. Is it really that easy?” Luis asked.
Karim snorted. “You think what you’ve gone through the last few months was easy?”
But Julien just kissed his cheek again, turning to whisper the words into his ear. “It’s that easy and that hard. The choice is always yours.”
Luis found both of their hands and threaded their fingers together. “Okay,” he said, feeling brave even as his voice wobbled with emotion, “then I’m choosing this.”