Rake pried Shaun’s cheeks apart and spat right onto his hole. “Yeah? You want me to fuck you hard?”
“Fuck him hard, Sir,” DJ said, moaning against Shaun’s neck. “I want to see his facewhen you drive into him.”
“I can’t fuck you dry without prep, Shaun,” Rake said. “It’ll hurt.”
Shaun bit into one wrist and held it behind his lower back, so that the blood began running down towards his crack.
“Oh, shit,” DJ half-laughed, half-gasped, taking Shaun’s face in both hands. He pressed their foreheads together. “You didn’t need to do that. We have lube in the car.”
They gazed into each other’s eyes as Shaun spoke. “I don’t mind bleeding for either of you. You’ve done it enough for me.”
Rake swiped up some of the blood, and Shaun could hear him use it to slick himself up. Shaun pushed his arse out further, turned on beyond belief at the idea of Rake fucking him using his own blood.
“This isn’t lube,” Rake said. “It’s still going to hurt.”
“I need it to hurt.”
“Shaun…”
“Trust me to know what I want.”
“Fine. As long as you agree to go to therapy,” Rake said.
Shaun turned his head to look at Rake, dumbfounded. “You’ve got your blood-covered dick out, ready to fuck me over my own empty grave, and you believeI’mthe only one who needs to go to therapy?”
“We’ll all go,” Rake promised.
“See? Compromise,” DJ said.
Rake took hold of Shaun’s wrist, keeping it pressed to his back. He pressed the blunt tip of his cock against Shaun’s arse, but stilled.
“Come on,” Shaun begged. “Please, Sir.”
Shaun wasn’t kept waiting any longer. Rake pushed in, the blood doing little to ease his path. But Shaun was soenthralled by DJ’s mouth that he hardly noticed the pain. DJ licked into his mouth, giving him the dirtiest of kisses.
“Oh, fuck,” Rake groaned as he bottomed out.
With his free hand, Shaun gripped his gravestone as he clenched down on Rake’s cock. It felt amazingly illicit, his own hard cock slapping his legs every time Rake pulled out and thrust back in again. It wasn’t smooth like when they used lube, but it was perfect for what Shaun wanted—what he needed.
What hecraved.
Rake picked up the pace, getting into a solid rhythm. “More,” Shaun demanded. “Harder.”
Rake leaned over and placed one hand around Shaun’s neck, squeezing as he spoke into his ear. “We’re going at my pace, sweetheart.” Rake scraped his fangs all the way down the side of Shaun’s neck, DJ getting the hint and doing the same to his other side.
Rake let go of Shaun’s other hand, then took hold of Shaun’s hips and lifted him into the air. Shaun held on to the gravestone for dear life, though DJ was making sure he stayed upright.
With his vampire strength, it was easy for Rake to pummel into Shaun even whilst holding him aloft. Shaun felt weightless in Rake’s grip, like he’d hold on to him forever and never let him fall. Rake’s claws dug into Shaun’s sides, the little pinpricks of pain rooting Shaun to the moment. He didn’t even have the leverage to rock back. He was at Rake’s mercy—precisely where he wanted to be.
DJ’s hands roamed under Shaun’s shirt, rubbing at his nipples in a soft gesture that was at odds with Rake’s morebrutal actions. The combination of the two of them had Shaun’s eyes rolling back in his head, the pain and pleasure mixing perfectly.
Rake came with a grunt, keeping himself speared inside of Shaun. After lowering Shaun to the ground, Rake reached around and stroked Shaun’s unspent cock at a languid pace.
“I want you,” Shaun begged DJ. “Need both of you.”
“I’ve opened him up for you, Deej,” Rake said. “He’s all loose and stretched out and wet with my cum. You better fuck him before he tightens up again.”
His words made Shaun all warm and squirmy. He loved it when Rake teased him like this.
