“We need to build more energy,” I said, sliding my hand down Hunter's stomach toward his cock. “The hornier we get, the more solid Kris becomes. But I want to take my time with you first.”
I hooked my fingers in Hunter's waistband, dragging his jeans and boxer briefs down slow. His cock sprang free, thick, cut, and flushed dark.
“Fuck,” I breathed, wrapping my hand around him. “Look at you. So hard already.”
Hunter's cock twitched in my grip, another pearl of precum sliding down. I used my thumb to spread it around his head, making him gasp and buck.
“Please,” he begged. “Need your mouth.”
“Not yet,” I said, starting a slow stroke. “Going to edge you until you're desperate. Until Kris is solid enough to really feel this.”
I settled between his thighs, close enough that my breath ghosted over his cock, but didn't take him in my mouth yet. Instead, I teased, licking along the vein on the underside, tonguing at his frenulum, sucking kisses up his shaft while avoiding the head.
“Eli, fuck, please.” Hunter's hands fisted in my hair.
“Patience,” I murmured against his skin. “Want you absolutely wrecked before I let you cum.” Then I paused. “You clean?” I asked between kisses. “On PrEP?”
“Yeah, tested last month. You?”
“Same. Can I fuck you bare?”
“God, please.”
I could feel Kris's energy building. The temperature rising, the air getting thicker. I glanced over and saw Kris's form solidifying—translucent but present, his own cock hard and leaking as he watched.
I finally took Hunter into my mouth, but only the head, swirling my tongue around, lapping at the slick, hard tip. Hunter's hips tried to thrust up, but I pressed them down.
“Stay still,” I commanded, pulling off. “You take what I give you.”
“Fuck, yes, okay—” Hunter was trembling.
I took him deeper this time, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard as I slid down. The moan that tore from Hunter's throat was pornographic. I could taste him, salt and musk and pure need. His cock was perfect on my tongue, pulsing with want.
But just as he started getting close, his breathing ragged, balls drawing up—I pulled off completely.
“No!” Hunter actually whined. “I was so close…”
“I know,” I said with a grin. “That's the point.”
Kris was more solid now, kneeling beside us with his eyes fixed on Hunter's cock, wet and aching. His own erection fully visible through his translucent form.
“Watch this, Kris,” I said, then licked a long stripe from Hunter's balls to tip before taking him deep again.
This time I worked him properly, head bobbing, tongue pressing, one hand on his balls while the other pressed behind them, teasing his hole through his taint.
“Oh fuck,” Hunter gasped. “I can feel… Kris, are you—?”
Kris leaned down and pressed his mouth to Hunter's. The kiss looked electric, Hunter arching off the couch while I deep-throated him.
But again, just as Hunter was about to explode, his cock swelling, hole clenching against my finger—I stopped again.
“Please!” Hunter was actually crying now, tears of frustration sliding down his face. “Please, I need to cum—”
“Not yet,” I said firmly. “One more edge.”
I took him down again, faster now, sucking hard while adding a finger to his hole—just the tip, a promise. The wet sounds filled the room along with Hunter's desperate gasps and Kris's ghostly moans.
Hunter came without warning, shooting down my throat while every light in the room went supernova. For one moment, Kris was completely solid, gasping against Hunter's mouth as he felt the orgasm echo through him.
