No wonder Karim had been so quick to comply. Adrenaline dumped into his body, and Luis’s heart quick-pattered to catch up.
He forced himself to focus on what he’d been asked. “I’m okay going without, if uh, there’s no risk.”
Julien nodded. “Is there anything you’re not comfortable with when it comes to sex right now?”
Luis wanted to immediately say no, that everything was on the table, but stopped himself. Was it? Luis didn’t know the extent of what he liked, but there was at least one thing he wasn’t interested in tonight at least. “Pain? Like… a lot of pain.” Luis remembered the sharp prick of the bites, how that much had felt good. How Karim’s hand pinning his wrist down just shy of too much had felt good. He wasn’t talking about that.
“I’d never throw you in the deep end so soon,” Julien promised. “Tonight, if you say stop, we’ll stop. If you cannot speak for whatever reason, three taps on either one of us will do the same.” Julien gestured on himself, tapping three times quickly on his own arm. “Understood?”
Luis nodded.
Then Julien was stepping up to the bed, taking a seat next to him. “My plan tonight is to have us both bite you, and see where that leads. Get you some relief to the pressure.”
Karim said something under his breath that Luis didn’t catch, but Julien’s mouth quirked.
“Any questions before we start?” Julien asked.
His head was empty except for the buzzing anticipation. “No, I’m ready,” Luis said.
“Karim, keep time,” Julien said. Then he was scooting closer, encouraging Luis to bare his throat. Luis’s pulse was hammering, almost faster than it had been the first time Karim had bitten him.
But he was excited. Ready. He wanted this.
The sharp puncture of teeth was familiar by now, as was the pleasure that spread in after, washing away the pain. Luis sighed, his body slackening as Julien took more control. He felt the first hard suck, the heat of his blood spilling from the wound. Heard the wet swallow that sent a shiver down his spine.
Luis was hard already, the deep violet scent of Julien blanketing everything. He sucked again, and Luis’s hands found purchase in Julien’s shirt, clinging.
They’d barely started and he felt close. He was so pent up.
It went on and on. Time slowed to a crawl. He heard himself moan, but it was from a distance. There was another suck, and it was like the floor dropping out, all the heat and desire drowning him.
“Time,” Karim said.
It took another second for them to part, and then Julien’s hot tongue was swiping over the bite. Luis forced his eyes open and he felt glassy. Softened.
Julien let go slowly, making sure Luis stayed sitting up under his own steam. Then he was stumbling to his feet, being helped out of the room by Karim.
It took long seconds to put together why they’d left, and then another shiver of pleasure rocked through him. Because his blood was potent. Because it had some intense effect on Julien.
Was it pleasurable? Erotic? Luis hadn’t asked exactly what the effect was, but now he desperately wanted to know.
Karim returned and took a seat on the bed. One of the juices ended up in Luis’s hand.
“Drink,” Karim ordered. Luis did. After a few sips, Karim’s hand found his free one. “How’re you feeling?” he asked.
“Good, fine,” Luis said. He squeezed Karim’s hand. “Ready for another.”
This close, he could see Karim’s pupils blow out, felt the hand tighten in his own.
“We have to wait for Jules,” he said.
Luis sipped his drink and smiled, teasingly. “Whatever you want.”
When Julien returned, his cheeks were still flushed with color. Luis had seen him after two drinks at the bar dozens of times now, but he only flushed like that after tasting Luis’s blood.
“My turn?” Karim asked. He took the empty bottle from Luis and set it aside, then moved into his space.
“Is it?” Luis asked, even as he tilted his head to offer his neck.
