“I’m gonna fuck your thighs, baby boy,” Quin said. “How does that sound?”
“Ugh, Daddy, hurry or I’ll do it myself.”
Quin leaned close to Kit’s ear. “Are you showing off in front of your friends?”
Kit squeaked with indignation. “No.”
Shaun looked over at them both, his mirth-filled eyes locking with Quin’s for a second.
“Focus on your own fucking, Shaun,” Kit said, glaring at him.
“Kit, be nice,” Quin said, trailing a calming hand down Kit’s side. Despite Kit’s normally cool body temperature, his skin felt hot to the touch.
“Control your sub, Quin,” Rake growled.
“He’s not my sub. He’s my perfect little baby boy who’s never done anything wrong in his life,” Quin said.
“Ever,” Kit added, sticking his tongue out at Rake.
“Ever,” Quin agreed.
Shaun yelped as DJ pushed him off his face. “Aw, you guys are so cute.”
Rake gave DJ a demonic glare and pinched his nipple, hard.
“Ow! Respectfully, Sir, what the fuck?” DJ asked, aghast.
“Shut up, DJ. You love it when he pinches your nipples,” Shaun said, parking his butt right back down on DJ’s face.
Kit snort-laughed, then covered his mouth.
“You found me funny,” Shaun said with a grin, before biting his lip hard in an unsuccessful attempt to stifle a whimper.
“You’re confused,” Kit said, hands going back down to the arms of the seat.
Quin placed his wrist into Kit’s open mouth, effectively gagging him. “Drink, baby.”
Kit didn’t need any further invitation. His fangs pierced Quin’s skin, the sharp needles of pain shooting straight to Quin’s balls. As the tang of blood filled the air, Rake’s movement stuttered, and he turned his head towards them.
“That’s it, baby boy,” Quin told Kit, though his eyes stayed locked with Rake’s. “Take what you need from me, and I’ll take what I need from you.”
Kit keened as Quin thrust his hips up, his cock sliding between Kit’s parted thighs. It wasn’t the same as pushing into Kit’s tight channel, but it was a worthy alternative. Rake was still looking at them, nostrils flaring.
“Sir, do you need to feed?” Shaun asked, voice thready.
Rake blinked, turning to his sub and flashing his fangs in response. Shaun shuffled off of DJ, moving beside Rake on the bed and tilting his head to bare his throat. Rake bit into his neck, right at the juncture of his shoulder and neck. Shaun shuddered, and Quin knew how he felt. Being fed from was exhilarating, but especially so when combined with the additional stimulation of sex. It was the perfect cocktail of endorphins, and Quin wanted to drink it all.
DJ threw his head back on the bed, fangs poking out from his upper lip. One of his hands was stroking his cock as Rake fucked into him, the two of them in sync. It was easy to tell that they’d been together for years—both of them moved as if every action had been choreographed.
Rake stopped feeding from Shaun to take DJ’s hands in his own and pin them flat on the bed. Rake pounded into DJ, setting a brutal pace. If it hadn’t been for DJ’s expression of utter bliss, Quin might even have been concerned that it was too rough.
“Shaun…touch him…for me,” Rake said between thrusts. Shaun did so, grasping hold of DJ’s thick, hard cock and jerking him off in decisive strokes that matched the intensity of Rake’s fucking.
Lightheadedness struck Quin, and he realised Kit was still sucking on his wrist. “Enough, baby,” he said, pulling his arm away from Kit’s mouth. Kit tried to grab it, going after him with his teeth, but Quin put his other hand on Kit’s jaw and turned his head to face him. “Enough, baby,” he said, more forcefully this time.
Kit’s eyes were blown, his expression that of utter satiation. “You taste so good, Daddy,” he slurred.
Quin licked at the seam of Kit’s lips, tasting his own blood. “Of course I do.”
