Chapter Four #3
“Don’t be squeamish, now,” the sailor said, pressing Delauney down with a hand on his shoulder.
Delauney felt as though he was sinking into a daze.
He knelt with his back to the wall, pressed between the man’s legs and the cold brick.
The man’s cock bobbed a mere inch in front of his mouth, flushed and thick, and Delauney leaned forward to lick the precum leaking from the tip.
He felt the man’s legs tense around him, and a shadow passed over them both as the sailor approached again.
“Good,” he said. “Stay right there.” He grabbed the man’s ass to spread his cheeks apart, and the man’s cock slid smoothly into Delauney’s open mouth as he was thrust forward on the sailor’s length.
Delauney couldn’t see the sailor pounding into the man from his position, but he could see the way the man’s stomach tightened and the thick, hairy thighs of the sailor every time he drew back.
Delauney tried to take more of the man’s cock into his mouth, but it was clumsy and awkward with the sailor fucking into him to set the pace.
It felt as though the sailor was fucking both of them, using the man in the wall as a tool to take Delauney’s mouth, and his own cock pressed tight against his breeches as saliva pooled under his tongue and slid down his chin.
Delauney raised his hands to touch the man’s thighs.
They were muscular and firm, damp with what must have been one of the buckets of water people seemed to be pouring over the people here, and Delauney moaned around the dick bumping the roof of his mouth.
The sailor made a guttural sound in response and picked up the pace, rocking into the man harder, forcing the cock in deeper.
Delauney didn’t move, letting his throat constrict and his cheeks go hollow as he struggled to maintain control.
He felt filthy and wild, his back pressed to the rough wall and his knees on the stone, but a fey mood seemed to have overtaken him.
He shuddered as the man in the wall came, his spend filling Delauney’s mouth and trickling over his lips, but the sailor wasn’t done.
He kept fucking the man, making him whimper and shift his thighs as his cock continued shallowly thrusting into Delauney’s mouth.
The sailor pulled roughly out of the man and walked around him, his hard cock in one hand. He stroked himself quickly, his dark gaze set on Delauney.
“Do you deserve it?” he asked. Delauney, his mouth still stretched around a stranger’s cock, looked up plaintively. The sailor laughed and came over Delauney’s face, his release sliding down Delauney’s cheek and staining his expensive vest.
“Good boys,” the sailor said, tucking himself into his trousers again.
Someone whistled as Delauney drew back, wriggling out from under the man in the wall.
Delauney was still flushed and hot, his cock pressing insistently against his clothes.
A woman with braided black hair and dark brown skin walked over, smiling, and reached out to help Delauney up.
He extended a hand gratefully, but she took a fistful of his hair instead, pulling him upright with a firm, but not altogether painful grip.
“He’s a pretty one, isn’t he?” she said, jerking her head toward the man in the wall. She raised her voice. “Don’t get cocky, though.” Delauney could just hear the echo of amused laughter on the other side. “You should take him. I bet he’s up for the challenge.”
Delauney blushed even deeper. He knew that his cock was a little too large for comfort.
Most of his lovers had joked that he was blessed to prefer being on the bottom in their trysts, because no reasonable fellow wanted to be speared by something of that size without considerable effort.
But the woman was right. The man in the wall had clearly been worked open, and Delauney still hadn’t come, his entire body tight with want.
“Poor thing.” Another woman walked up to them, her red hair tied back in a wrap. She ran a hand up the other woman’s back in a familiar gesture. “It’s almost cute how far under he is.”
“Girls, you’re confusing him.” A young man in a painfully outdated surcoat and nothing else pulled away from the wall, his bare cunt slick from a stranger’s ministrations. “Come along, now, you’re not done.”
The three of them practically dragged Delauney behind the man in the wall.
The redheaded woman pulled out Delauney’s cock for him while the man unbuttoned his vest and shirt.
Hands trailed up his back and chest as he reached for the man in the wall, bracing his hands on his thighs.
He slid his cock along the curve of his ass, letting the man know what was coming, and felt him try to thrust back against him through the wall.
“Someone’s desperate,” one of the women said. Delauney was rapidly losing awareness of the world around him. Someone grabbed him by the hair, just holding him, while yet another pair of hands slid under his trousers to cup his ass.
Delauney lined himself up, breathing hard.
The man’s hole was practically gaping, used and ready for him, and Delauney truly didn’t know how long he could last. He pressed in slowly, stretching him even after all the cocks and fingers he’d probably taken, and heard the man groan on the other side of the wall.
“It’s all right,” Delauney said. He felt the man tense around him and gasped faintly. “I’ll be careful.”
“Don’t be,” a man said beside him, tugging at one of Delauney’s nipples.
There were several men there now, at least two more, watching Delauney with a mix of amusement and desire.
Delauney thrust further into the man beneath him and heard an answering moan of pleasure. “He obviously wants to feel it.”
“He’s such a slut for cock,” the man who’d unbuttoned Delauney’s vest said. He pulled Delauney down by the collar and kissed him, hard and rough. He let go too soon, leaving Delauney more dazed than before. “He’s been here most of the afternoon.”
“Maybe this will be what breaks him,” the woman with the braided hair said. She pulled the redhead toward her, a hand under her gown, watching Delauney. The redhead let out a shivery gasp and reached up to cup her right breast, fingers rolling over a nipple.
Delauney set a slow pace at first, but the man in the wall was already slick with oil from a day of being fucked by strangers, and he started rocking into Delauney as he moved.
Delauney felt more hands on him as he thrust harder, his world becoming the heat of his mounting pleasure, the touch of hands on his hair, his chest, his ass, and the feel of the man’s thighs against his as he pushed his full length inside.
“You’re doing so well,” Delauney said, unable to resist his submissive instinct to soothe the man below him.
He stroked his ass even as he fucked him harder, a weak attempt at comfort through the haze of lust. He could hear the man crying out behind the wall, the hot breaths of people stroking themselves as they watched, the roar of blood in his ears as he neared his peak.
He fell over it with a ragged cry, and Delauney came inside the man, shuddering with the force of his release.
“You were lovely,” he said, as some of the hands gently drew him away. “You were so lovely, thank you.”
“Oh, baby,” someone said. A damp cloth ran over his face.
One of the women was rubbing his shoulders, and the man who’d walked over with them tucked Delauney into his trousers and straightened his clothes for him.
He had a brief glimpse of yellow flowers, then he was being lowered onto a bench in the wide street beyond.
“You should bring your dom to these things, honey,” one of the women said, sitting down next to him. She kneaded his scalp through his hair, the sharp prick of her fingernails gently pulling Delauney out from subspace. He hadn’t been so fully under in years, and it felt disorienting and strange.
“Don’t have a dom,” Delauney said. “I’m a free man.”
The redhead smiled. “Do you have anyone who can bring you out of it, though? We’re fine staying with you for a while, but if there’s someone else...”
Delauney could have said Ned. He could have said Peter, or even one of the courtesans from the Swan’s Crown, who probably would have been happy to earn a few extra coins for last-minute aftercare. Instead, Delauney’s tongue wagged on without him, ignoring his brain entirely.
“Wes,” he said. “Wes makes things better.”
“Then we’ll sit here for a minute,” one of the women said, leaning back against the wall while Delauney took in the sun melting behind the library tower, “and then we’ll go and find your Wes.”