The trio moved together, their slapping flesh playing an unholy symphony in the room. Kit thrust into Quin’s hand, a silent demand to give him what he wanted. Quin, however, planned to draw it out. The trio had only just started, and Quinwasn’t about to let them beat him. Not that an orgy was a competition, but Quin wanted to win.
Rake caught Quin’s eye and shook the bottle of lube in his direction. Quin gave him an up-nod, and Rake chucked the bottle over.
“Watch where you’re throwing things!” Kit hissed as Quin caught the bottle.
“Subs shouldn’t speak to Doms like that,” Rake said, before starting up his rhythmic fucking of DJ again.
“I’ll speak to you however I like,” Kit shot back.
“I can’t believe,” Shaun gritted out as DJ sucked on his balls, “that you’re having an argument in the middle of an orgy.”
“Shaun,” Kit said calmly, and not at all like Quin’s lube-slick hand was grasping his cock. “You know me well enough by now to understand that I can argue with anyone, anywhere. And besides, you can’t call this an orgy.” By the end, Quin could hear the strain in Kit’s voice. He was doing a good job, however, of pretending that Quin’s hand working his cock wasn’t affecting him.
“We’re five people—oh—fucking in the same room. What else—ah—would it be?” Shaun asked, stuttering over his words as DJ licked up his shaft.
DJ paused, Shaun’s cock smearing against his cheek as he turned his head. “Guys, this is kinda killing the vibe,” he grunted out as Rake thrust into him. “But to be clear, this is a borgy.”
“What the fuck is a borgy?” Kit asked.
“A borderline orgy,” DJ said, like it was obvious.
Rake’s fingers wove between the short strands of DJ’s hair and pushed his face back into Shaun’s groin. “Less sassing, more sucking, sweetheart.”
DJ’s, “Yes, Sir,” in response was muffled around Shaun’s cock.
Quin shook with silent laughter, jostling Kit, who turned around and gave him an unamused look. “You stopped touching my cock, Daddy,” Kit lamented. He pouted at Quin in such an exaggerated way that Quin couldn’t help but nip at his lips.
“You bit me!” Kit said with a squeal.
“You’re adorable,” Quin said as Kit rubbed at his lip, going so far as to check his fingers for blood. There was none, of course, because Kit was just being dramatic.
“Daddy, don’t be mean.”
“You bite me all the time,” Quin pointed out.
Kit’s eyes flashed. “Can I bite you now?”
“If you start, we’re going to have to as well,” Rake said. The sight of the trio distracted Quin; DJ had moved onto his back, Rake fucking into him like before, but Shaun was now straddling DJ’s face. DJ’s fingers dug into the flesh of Shaun’s arse, spreading his cheeks apart. The lewd sucking sounds and the moans Shaun let out through his parted lips clued Quin in on where DJ’s tongue was buried.
Rake reached out, one hand collaring Shaun’s throat. He held him there, fingers flexing as Shaun’s mouth opened and let out a stream of half-formed sentences; “Sir, yes,please, more. Oh my god,DJ!”
There was so much happening that Quin didn’t know quite where to look until a sharp pain pricked his thigh.
Looking down at where Kit was staring daggers up at him, Quin asked, “Baby boy, did you just pinch me?”
“You weren’t paying enough attention to me,” Kit said, as if that was a reasonable explanation.
“Such a naughty boy,” Quin admonished.
Kit preened, like Quin had just paid him the highest of compliments. “I wantmore,” Kit said.
“Let’s take our clothes off and I’ll give you some proper attention, then.”
Kit slid off Quin’s lap. He glanced at the other vampires, but they were all too wrapped up in each other. Kit shimmied his briefs down whilst Quin pulled his boxers off, leaving them both bare. It didn’t bother Quin: he was often naked in front of dozens of people before and after his change.
Sitting back down, Quin opened his arms and Kit sprang onto him. They occupied themselves that way for a while, Quin holding Kit close, pressing his hands into Kit’s supple flesh as they kissed and rutted up against each other. Now and then, Quin would break away to check out the trio’s latest arrangement whenever their voices rose to a crescendo.
When Quin needed more, he whipped Kit around. He shifted down a little and settled Kit on top of him, with Kit’s thighs parted. Quin poured a generous amount of lube between Kit’s legs, where Quin’s dick was straining upwards.
