Karim growled and Julien took his seat in the chair across from the bed.
“Whenever you’re ready,” Julien said.
Karim leaned in, arm wrapping around Luis’s back. It took just a second to find the spot, almost exactly where Julien had bitten, and then teeth were sliding in.
Luis moaned. He was still in the pleasure from the first bite, and it doused him anew. Karim made a rough sound, sucking as the blood started to spill.
For the first time during a bite, Luis felt the blood loss. His fingers tingled and his belly swooped as his blood pressure dropped.
He hated the feeling when it’d come attached to a needle, but here he didn’t mind it so much. It felt more like a rollercoaster thrill the way his heart was beating.
Another suck and he gasped, grabbing at Karim. The arms tightened around Luis possessively. Karim was a messier drinker than Julien, and the sound was loud and wet. Luis pressed his thighs together, his cockaching.
“Time.”
Karim pulled back with a panting breath, his tongue swiping over the wound. Luis almost shivered. When he turned his head to meet Karim’s eyes they were still just as hungry.
“Fuck,” Luis said, voice garbled. Karim licked his lips, Luis thought he could still see a bit of blood, just at the corner of his mouth.
This time, he gave into the urge, reaching up to swipe it with one finger and then, inexplicably, pushed that finger into Karim’s mouth. The vampire sucked it clean immediately.
Luis pulled his finger back out, shiny with spit. Karim looked like he was a second away from having another taste.
Long, elegant fingers interrupted, sliding through Karim’s hair, taking a tight grip.
“Let me,” Julien said, soft and seductive. He guided Karim down to laying on the bed, and Luis followed. Julien’s hand curled around the back of Luis’s neck, drawing his attention from Karim, and then the man leaned down and kissed him.
Luis tasted the blood, a heavy copper flavor, but it didn’t disgust him. It washisblood, his taste.
These kisses didn’t stay soft and sensual for more than a few seconds. It was all different tonight. Julien licked into Luis’s mouth with a hunger befitting Karim. Luis groaned at the first graze of a fang, wanted to squirm at how each kiss was more than the last.
When Julien moved off his mouth, Luis was panting. Kisses trailed across Luis’s jaw, then to sucking marks into his throat right over where the bites were freshly healed.
For a second Luis thought he might bite him again.
“Sweetheart,” Julien crooned against the shell of his ear. “Tell me, have you touched yourself yet?”
“N-no,” he said, cheeks burning. “I’ve–I haven’t touched–I wasn’t sure–”
“Good, that’s good,” Julien crooned. “It wasn’t an order, but I was curious if you’d hold off anyway.” Julien caught the lobe of his ear and gave it a nibble. Luis had to clamp his eyes shut not to just shake apart right there, untouched.
“I–I wanted to be good,” he didn’t know where the words were coming from, but they were true. He hadn’t touched himself in over a week because he’d suspected that was what Julien wanted. And he wanted to give him what he wanted.
“You are such agood boy,”Julien said. A hand slid down Luis’s center, stopping just short of his jeans.
Luis whined with want. “Please.”
“Don’t worry, I’m going to give you your reward,” Julien whispered in his ear. Following was a pinprick of a fang against Luis’s throat.Fuck, how Luis wanted him to bite again.
But Julien was pulling away.
Before Luis could miss him, Karim was there, crawling on top of him. He kissed Luis rough, thrusting his hips down, pinning Luis to the bed.
“Watching you two like that–fucking hell.” Karim growled, licking back into Luis’s mouth.
Fingers found the hem of Karim’s shirt, tugging at it. Luis needed skin, needed them to touch him. Karim’s fingers shot down and started making quick work of the button and zipper to his jeans.
Luis tugged again at the shirt, “Off,” he demanded.
