A Forced Vacation #2
It wasn’t a surprise, at least not to Dane. Once their mate got the idea of getting railed into his head, he became pretty single-minded, especially with that slutty devil of his inside him, urging him on.
As they rose to their floor, Colin rubbed at Dane’s pecs, Fox pressed in close behind him. “You two smell like coconut,” Colin murmured, sliding his nose along the crook of Dane’s neck.
“It’s the tanning oil.”
Not that there was any point to them wearing tanning oil, but it had been worth it to see the dazed look in Colin’s eyes when they’d stepped out of the bathroom all shiny with it.
He and Fox hadn’t realized at first that taking Colin on any sort of vacation—or staycation, in this instance—would be such a battle, but that was always part of the fun with their testy mate. Dane and Fox had had a surprisingly good time strategizing ways to trick Colin into enjoying himself.
Fucking him senseless was always a good option.
And Dane was going to fuck him, despite the fact that Fox currently had his eyes locked on Colin’s ass like it held all the secrets to the universe.
Dane had gotten accustomed lately to having Colin to himself in the mornings, when his little grump was still soft from sleep and eager for any sort of touch.
It was something Fox allowed without griping partly because he equally loved worming his way into Colin’s pants later in the day, when Colin was testy and challenging but could never seem to help giving in anyway.
But this morning they’d been packing and Dane had missed his chance. It was making his devil restless. It wanted to fuck and claim and—
Dane hissed as sharp teeth sank into his neck. Goddamn. Their vicious little mate, always gnawing at them.
Electricity sizzled straight from Dane’s neck to his cock, like it always did when Colin got bitey. Dane fucking loved when Colin fed on them. When he got so worked up he couldn’t help driving his fangs into whatever parts of their bodies he could reach. It was hot as hell.
Dane hoisted Colin up by the backs of his thighs, and Colin wrapped his legs around Dane’s hips, drinking deep, his hard cock rubbing against Dane’s stomach through his trunks.
The elevator dinged open, but no one was in the hallway to see Colin vamped out and feeding on Dane like he was a real meal. Not that it would have mattered—Fox would have just compelled them to forget, anyway.
So Dane carried Colin down the hall to their room just as they were, Fox smirking at their side.
Once they were back in their room, Fox pressed in against Colin’s back, tugging him by his blue hair away from Dane’s neck. “Now, now,” Fox tutted. “Take too much and Dane won’t have the strength to fuck you. And he’s dying to fuck you, little lamb.”
Colin peered at Dane with heavy-lidded eyes, his lips bright red from Dane’s blood. “Yeah?” he asked, all low and husky.
Dane couldn’t help pulling him in for a kiss, sucking the taste of his own blood off Colin’s tongue. “Yeah, baby. I want that ass. Need to fuck my cum into you. It’s been too long.”
It had been maybe two days, but Dane didn’t get any argument, which showed him more than anything else how far gone Colin was already.
“Yeah.” Colin rocked against him, his eyes all pupil now. “Let’s do that.”
Dane carried Colin to the bed. They peeled off their trunks, and Dane sat naked against the headboard with an equally nude Colin in his lap, who immediately began sucking deep bruises into Dane’s neck, possessive marks that would heal before the day was done.
Dane groaned, sliding Colin over his cock, wishing they’d prepped the little minx before they’d gone down to the pool.
Fox sprinted into the bathroom but was back within seconds, kneeling behind Colin, and—judging by the hungry gasps Colin started making against Dane’s skin—opening him up with his fingers.
After a moment, Colin leaned back with a dazed sort of frown. “Why do I smell more coconuts?”
Fox grinned at him like an idiot. “Coconut-flavored lube. I thought we’d have a whole theme going.”
Dane drew Colin back in for a kiss before their mate could chew Fox out for his ridiculousness.
Colin met him eagerly, sighing those little gasps into Dane’s mouth as Fox worked behind him.
Dane wrapped a hand around Colin’s cock, his own dick hard as a rock and fucking aching now.
He wanted inside there, wanted Colin gripping him in that fucking heavenly way he did. Wanted—
Colin let out a deep, gasping groan, rocking forward in Dane’s lap.
Dane broke their kiss and glared over Colin’s shoulder at his brother, who had definitely already started fucking their mate. “Hey, asshole!”
“Fuuuck,” Fox groaned, completely unrepentant, his thrusts pushing Colin deeper and deeper into Dane’s lap. “How is he still so fucking tight? He should be a sloppy mess with how often we fuck him.”
Dane growled. He couldn’t help it. His devil had been promised something, and it was fucking pissed to have it taken away, even by his beloved brother.
Colin blinked blearily at Dane, his mouth slack as his body rocked with Fox’s movements. How he already looked so fucked-out from just a few of Fox’s thrusts was anyone’s guess. “Want me to suck you, baby?”
Fuck. And now he was being all sweet with that “baby.” That did things to Dane. Dangerous things.
It was Fox who answered, wrapping a hand around the front of Colin’s throat to tug his head back against his shoulder. “No, slayer,” he crooned, ghosting his lips over Colin’s ear. “He wants to fuck you. He’s ready to rip me apart for the chance. Should we give him what he wants?”
Oh fuck. Dane was going to punch his brother in the face. He really was.
But then Fox was giving Colin’s ass a firm slap and pulling out, flopping onto the bed on his side. He raised his brows as he wrapped a hand around his hard, slicked-up cock. “All yours, brother dearest.”
“Fuck off,” Dane told him, but there wasn’t enough heat in his words, since he was too busy dragging Colin forward by the hips and dropping him onto his cock and ohhhh fuck. That was it. That was fucking perfect.
Fox grinned at him like the asshole he was, stroking his cock lazily as he watched them. “I was just warming him up for you.”
Dane was too gone to argue, too entranced by the act of lifting Colin by his hips and slamming him back down again, letting that perfect fucking channel strangle his cock like it was fucking made for it.
Colin keened, dropping his head to Dane’s shoulder as he let himself be manhandled like the good fucking boy he was.
And then sharp fangs were sliding into Dane’s neck again because of course they were.
Things were quiet for a bit after that. There were no more taunts or teasing, at least. Just the slick sounds of Colin getting fucked and Fox fucking his hand paired with the endless, greedy gulping of Colin sucking at Dane’s neck like a feral beast.
When Dane started getting lightheaded—either from his impending orgasm or the sheer amount of blood Colin was stealing from him—he tugged Colin off his neck and took his mate’s mouth again, groaning as he sliced his tongue on Colin’s adorable fucking fangs.
He pulled away again, sucking wet, bloody kisses into Colin’s skin as he stroked Colin’s cock in the rough way Colin liked best. “Gonna fill you up, baby.”
“Yesss,” Colin hissed, rocking into his hand. “Do it. Gonna come.”
They came pretty much together, which would have been romantic as hell if Fox hadn’t been watching Colin from his sprawl on the bed, his eyes growing darker and hungrier by the second.
It still was romantic, Dane supposed. Their version of romance, at least.
And then Fox was pulling Colin off Dane’s softening cock and laying him on his back, folding their mate’s legs up against his chest. “You can take some more, can’t you, slayer?” he asked, already driving into him as Colin moaned lustily.
Fox started fucking him hard and fast, not nearly as nonchalant as he’d been pretending to be earlier, not that he’d been fooling anyone.
Dane stretched and rose from the bed, then walked to the bathroom to get the wet washcloth Colin would be demanding soon.
He took his time—he was feeling a little woozy, actually—and by the time he got back, Fox was grinding his hips down and emptying himself into their mate as he kissed Colin with surprising sweetness.
He stayed there for a long moment, cupping Colin’s cheeks and staring into his eyes. Eventually he rolled off with a contented sigh, and Dane slid in next to them on his side, using the washcloth he’d brought to clean Colin first.
Colin turned his head to smile at Dane—all sweet and dazed like he always was after a good fuck—and then frowned. “Why do you look even paler than usual?”
Fox laughed. “Because you were feeding on him like a starved man. We’re going to have to hunt tonight to make up for his blood loss, you little fiend.”
“Oh.” Colin poked a finger into Dane’s forehead. “Stop me next time.”
Dane shrugged. “It was hot. Nothing a little blood won’t fix. After dinner though. Your dad’s coming out.”
“You invited my dad?” Colin asked, sounding both pleased and surprised.
“Yeah, figured we could treat him to some fancy shit he’ll probably hate,” Fox told him. “He deserves a good night out.”
And then they were graced with the rare sight of Colin’s eyes softening in the way almost no one ever got to see.
He pulled Dane in for a kiss so soft and sweet Dane thought he might have imagined it, and then he did the same to Fox.
“I guess the whole fancy pool vacation bullshit isn’t that bad,” he murmured.
Dane grinned over Colin’s head at Fox, who grinned right the fuck back. Colin could snark at them all he wanted, but they were so fucking good at this boyfriend shit.
“Smug,” Colin grumbled as he snuggled into Dane’s side. “So fucking smug.”