Then those fingers were tracing back down his throat to his chest, taking their time. Everywhere he touched left a sensitizing trail of heat.
“And so responsive,” Julien noted.
His fingers found the dark trail of hair leading down to Luis’s underwear. Julien stroked him there, and his cock throbbed. Julien’s gaze flicked downward at the movement.
“Enjoying yourself?” Julien asked.
Luis’s throat clicked. “Yes?”
“Was that a question?” Julien started tracing random shapes back up his body. “Do you not know?”
The words were teasing, dousing him in heat even as the hands trailed over him.
“I–I mean yes. I am.” His tongue felt thick in his mouth, his skin buzzing everywhere that Julien had touched him.
Then those fingers were on his chin, tipping his head up with command.
“Good boy,” Julien said. He leaned in and kissed him.
Across the room, Karim made a rough, wanting sound. Julien’s lips curled against Luis’s, amused. The kiss was thorough, the sort Luis was coming to understand was Julien’s style. He didn’t take with force like Karim, but coaxed what he wanted from Luis with drugging softness.
His lips parted, and Julien licked into his mouth. He tasted like mint and heat and something coppery at the end. Luis hadn’t been bitten, but he could swear the haze was overcoming him.
When Julien pulled back, Luis’s eyes fluttered open slowly. He felt strangely slow, even as his body was alight with desire. Promises and pleas were on his tongue. He wanted to spill everything, his wants, his needs, lay them all out for Julien to pick through.
“I think this might be my favorite part,” Julien mused.
“I know,” Karim answered in a growl.
“Was your plan a gift for me, or a punishment for you?” Julien wondered aloud. “I suppose it could have been both, but what if I’d gone with something more severe for punishment?” Julien looked at Karim. “I don’t recall you enjoying thedecussata, but perhaps you’d like another try?”
There was a groan of leather that drew Luis’s eye. Karim fingers were pressed right into the arms of the chair, crushing it. He looked like a predator about to pounce. Luis waited for it, but seconds ticked by and he stayed in his chair.
“What’s a decussata?” Luis asked. His voice sounded off, like he was slurring a little.
A hand found the back of Luis’s neck, scritching at the base of his scalp. It sent shivers down his spine and he sighed.
“It’s a cross,” Julien explained. “A large one someone can be tied to. In Karim’s case, it’s for punishment or play. I’ll show you it another day, it’s in our playroom.”
Luis tried to picture it, but with Julien’s fingers scratching against his scalp, it was hard to think.
“Okay,” he said. He felt sleepy but awake.
“Mmm, you are sweet, aren’t you?” Julien asked. “I might have guessed, but you go down fast sweetheart.”
Go down where? Luis tried to get the question out, but couldn’t make his mouth work. That might have alarmed him, but then Julien was leaning down and kissing him again. All his worries floated away.
Julien guided him back and down on the bed, and Luis went easily. He relaxed against the mattress it, giving himself over to the kisses.
Sharper lines of sensation dragged every so often over Luis’s shoulders, then arms, then chest. They pulled him back from what might have been sleep, a pleasure so soft he was drifting in it.
His cock ached, but it was distant. Julien licked into his mouth, fangs grazing Luis’s swollen lips. Luis made unconscious sounds, small wanting things.
“Fucking hell Jules,” Karim groaned.
Then Julien was pulling away. Cooler air brought Luis back a little. Enough to turn his gaze and see Karim. He was still in the chair, watching.
“Are you enjoying the progress?” Julien asked. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? So impatient you couldn’t wait.” He leaned down to kiss Luis slow again. Their lips parted but hestayed close, tilting his head just slightly to address Karim. “Not that I blame you. He’s alluring, isn’t he? So sweet you just want to put your teeth in him.”
