Kit whined, bucking upwards. “Wanna come.”
“Oh yeah?” Quin resumed stroking Kit’s cock. He rocked his hips up and down, his own cock rubbing between Kit’s parted thighs.
Kit put both his hands over Quin’s on his cock. “Make. Me. Come, Daddy.”
Quin couldn’t deny him. He took control of Kit once more, stroking him whilst the others approached their own peaks. Shaun was lying atop DJ in the sixty-nine position—his arse in DJ’s face and his mouth full of DJ’s cock. Rake’s hand wastangled in Shaun’s curls, holding him down. Quin swallowed. DJ’s cock had to be buried deep in Shaun’s throat.
Quin put his spare hand around Kit’s neck. “That’s where he’ll be feeling it,” he murmured into Kit’s ear, thumb tracing Kit’s jugular. “Can you imagine? Taking a cock that thick down your throat?”
Kit grabbed Quin’s hand, pulling it up and sucking three fingers into his mouth. Quin spread them wide over Kit’s tongue. Kit’s fangs scraped over Quin’s skin. He swiped the thumb from his other hand over Kit’s dripping slit, and Kit bucked up, cum shooting into Quin’s waiting hand.
As Kit slumped back into him, boneless, Quin used Kit’s cum to jerk himself off as he watched Rake spill inside of DJ. The other two hadn’t come yet, and Quin was determined to edge himself until they did.
Rake pulled out, and Quin got a perfect view of cum dripping out of DJ’s hole. Quin squeezed the base of his dick to stop himself from coming at the sight. “Holy shit,” he said. “That’s hot.”
DJ craned his head to grin at him. “You like?”
Kit turned around in Quin’s lap, apparently done with watching and wanting attention back on him. He licked and sucked on Quin’s neck, but didn’t bite. Quin was glad of it, because he wasn’t sure how much more blood he had to spare.
“You okay, baby?”
Kit gave a hum of assent, burying his hands behind Quin’s back. He was holding onto him like a limpet, and Quin would be happy to never let him go.
“Fuck him, DJ,” Rake said. “Shaun only gets to come with your cock in him.”
Quin refocused on the erotic tableau laid out in front of him. DJ must have prepped Shaun at some point, as he was lining up behind him on the bed, both of them facing Rake, Kit, and Quin.DJ pulled Shaun up so that he was kneeling, back arched and neck exposed. As DJ edged inside, Rake bit into the fresh side of Shaun’s neck, the two of them surrounding him. The sound of flesh slapping together almost drowned out Shaun’s little moans and cries as DJ thrust into him and Rake stroked his cock.
As the fucking continued, Quin wondered how long vampires could go. All night, he presumed. But then DJ’s rhythm stuttered, and he grunted. “Oh shit, I’m gonna come, Sir,” he said. “He’s choking my dick.”
“You will not come until I give you permission,” Rake said primly.
“Sir,” Shaun said, voice sounding rough and abused. “CanIcome, please?”
“Since you asked so sweetly,” Rake said.
“I feel like that’s aimed at me, Sir,” DJ said.
“I will neither confirm nor deny such a baseless accusation.”
Quin chuckled at Rake’s response, even as his balls tightened with anticipation. With a few more tugs from Rake on Shaun’s cock, he came with a soft cry. Everything about Shaun was delicate, including his orgasms. Rake continued to touch Shaun as he crooned praises in his ear, and DJ lapped at the cuts on his neck where Rake had bitten him.
“Please, Sir,” DJ said, far more politely than before. “Can I come now?”
“I’m almost tempted to deny you coming at all,” Rake said, reaching over and patting DJ’s face.
“But it’s a borgy!”
“And?”
“Please, Sir.”
“What do you think, Quin?” Rake said, turning to face him. “Does DJ deserve to come?”
Quin tilted his head, taking in DJ’s desperate expression. “Looks like he’s about to blow, whether you give him permission or not.”
“DJ is a very good sub and would never do such a thing.”
“If he’s very good, then you should reward him,” Quin said.
