It was possessive, blistering with desire. Luis pushed into it just to feel Karim’s weight and desire push back. He groaned into the man’s mouth.
Karim kissed until he was gasping for air, dizzy from it. Luis did his best to give it back, tongue and teeth andwant. But then Karim was one-upping him, snatching one of his grabbing hands and pinning it to the bed. Luis tugged at it just to see if he could, but Karim was solid. Immovable.
“Fuck,” Luis hissed at the shot of broiling heat that swamped him.
Karim smiled down at him wickedly, all fangs. “You like that?”
He tugged again just to feel the way he couldn’t move. “I think–”
“Karim,” came Julien’s light, accented voice. Luis knew enough of his tone by then to recognize the warning in it.
They both turned to look, finding Julien at the bathroom threshold. He was backlit, his expression hard for Luis to pick out.
“What’re you doing?” Julien asked, faux sweetness coating the question.
Karim replied in a dialect Luis didn’t have a chance at naming, let alone understanding.
“Luis can’t understand Urdu,” Julien chided.
“Should I translate?” Karim asked with a grin, “Okay. I want to fuck him.” He was still laying on Luis, and pointedly pressed his hips into Luis. Luis sucked in a breath.Fuck.
“You always rush things,” Julien said. “Half the fun is in the wanting.”
“Half the torture is in the wanting,” Karim muttered.
Julien stepped closer, “You enjoy the wanting, don’t you,mon cœur?”He lingered on the last two words, they rolled like a purr off his tongue.
“That’s not fair,” Karim said. Luis swallowed hard, his mouth was dry, heart thundering.
“Don’t you enjoy how I play with you?” Another step, slow and precise like a cat stalking prey. “How patient I am. How I make youbegfor it.”
Oh.
Luis wasn’t breathing. Karim on top of him was stiff, riveted.
Another step. Julien was almost to the bed. “How I make you bend for me. Make such sweet sounds for me.”
“Jules,” the word was gravel in Karim’s throat. Luis felt the rumble in his own chest.
“Come here,” Julien said, crooking one finger as he reached the edge of the bed.
Karim was off of him in a moment, scrambling over to meet where Julien was taking a perched seat. Luis had just enough time to roll onto his side and see Julien coax him in for a kiss.
Luis had seen, over their acquaintance, a dozen or so kisses passed back and forth between the two.
This was nothing like any of those.
Julien’s hand slid up the back of Karim’s neck, grabbed a bit of hair, and pulled his head back with a sharp, exacting force. It bowed Karim’s body, and his lips parted with a gasp of breath. Julien bent further to kiss him again. He kept hold of Karim’s hair, using it as leverage, taking him apart with a single hand.
He kissed Karim deep and claiming.
Luis was breathless with want. Subtly, he reached and pressed a palm against his cock to try and relieve the pressure.
Neither vampire paid him any mind. Karim’s eyes were closed, given over to what Julien was doing to him. Julien kept him held firm as he licked into his mouth. There was no rush, no escalation, Julien just held him and kissed him at his leisure.
Luis was sweating. He needed to move, needed to do something about the pressure in his own body, but didn’t know if it was allowed.
When Julien finally let up, Karim made a low sound that Luis felt in his bones. Karim’s lips were glossy and swollen. He looked wrecked, just from kissing.
