They started to move against each other. It was at first a slow wave, and then something hungrier. Luis’s hands found the hem of Karim’s sleep pants and tugged meaningfully.
He kept making sounds, burbles of words that sounded likeplease. Karim kissed them out of his mouth, his own hunger a graveled grunt.
“Mon cœur,” Julien’s voice cut through eventually, soft. It demanded their attention. Luis’s eyes flickered open to see Julien’s hand in Karim’s hair, guiding him back. “I think that’s enough for tonight.”
Karim came up off of him clumsily, guided by the gentle hand in his hair. He was flushed, and his own lips were swollen, fangs prominent.
Julien guided him down onto his side of the bed, leaning to give him a soft, thorough kiss. “Good boy,” Julien whispered against his mouth as he pulled away.
He did the same for Luis, getting them both tucked in under the covers, before kissing him slow and deep. Luis ached, his cock throbbing from the lack of attention.
But he was powerless under Julien’s guidance.
“Good, you’re so good. So perfect,” Julien said as he pulled away. The words were a balm against the arousal. They felt almost as good as getting off would have.
Luis sighed, his eyes fluttering closed. On his other side he felt Karim scoot in close and nuzzle his shoulder.
This was definitely something he liked.
##
The next day, Luis was on Karim’s lap. What had started as an after dinner make-out session on the couch, had quickly gotten hot and heavy. Karim’s hands were all over him, touching, teasing.
Now they were both hard, and Luis was starting to move, following the push and pull Karim started with his hands moving his hips.
They’d been left alone mere minutes while Julien cleaned up from dinner, and hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other. There’d been two nights of buildup and no relief. Desperate was now an understatement.
Luis whined into Karim’s mouth, his hands curled tight in his well-worn band t-shirt. He already felt so close, so pent up.
“Ah, of course,” Julien said with amusement as he came into the room.
It jarred the two of them out of the bubble. Karim pulled back panting.
Then fingers were slipping in under Luis’s chin and turning his head. “Not that I blame you,” Julien said. His blueeyes were piercing, looking over Luis’s face. “He’s so very pretty like this.”
Julien leaned down and kissed him. In contrast to what he and Karim had just been doing, this was achingly soft. A careful, tender press of his lips. Luis loved the way Julien kissed. Like he needed no force, no hurried passion to make an impact.
“Good, so good,” Julien said when he let Luis go. His attention turned to Karim. “And you…” he cupped Karim’s face, thumb tracing his lips. “We haven’t had something wind you up this well in ages. I’ve missed it.”
Julien leaned in for another delicate kiss. Luis watched his fingers slide over Karim’s throat and then trace the shell of his ear. Luis, still on his lap, felt the shiver that went through Karim.
Then Julien pulled away, standing straight once more. “Now, since we didn’t make it out to the bar yesterday, I thought we might go tonight? I could use a drink.”
Luis blinked up at him, trying to make sense of the words.
Julien wanted them to go to the bar? Now?
“Uh,” Karim said, then cleared his throat. “If that’s what you want.”
“Luis?” Julien prompted.
“Yeah, okay,” Luis said slowly. He didn’t think he could stand at just that moment, but with a minute or two to cool down, he could drive them.
“Excellent,” Julien smiled. “Let me just go use the restroom and then we can go. I’ll be right back, be good.”
Julien left and then slowly, carefully, Luis slid off of Karim’s lap and onto the couch beside him. He reached down and adjusted himself, and Karim did the same.
“How long does… this go on?” Luis asked.
