Karim made a frustrated sound and pulled back just enough to rip it up and off. When he kissed Luis again, there was warm skin, Karim’s chest hair soft under his hands. It was addicting, getting to touch him.
In reward, Luis raked a hand over Karim’s shoulder dragging his nails and feeling the muscles move and bunch. Karim groaned, hips pressing into his.
There were still too many clothes.
Before Luis could put it to words, Karim was being pulled away from him. He blinked his eyes open to see Karim pushed down on his back and Julien taking a seat astride him.
Julien kissed him firm and deep, hands slithering up Karim’s arms to pin them against the bed. Luis was close enough to see everything, the tongue sliding into Karim’s mouth, the way Julien moved his hips smoothly against Karim’s.
The way Karim just melted under him.
He couldn’t look away.
When they parted, Karim looked thunderstruck.
“Undress me,” Julien commanded, hands lifting off of Karim’s.
It took a second for Karim to act, and then he reached for the buttons of Julien’s shirt. It was a practiced move, each button undone quick but neat. The shirt eased off Julien’s frame, sliding away like silk.
“Keep going,” Julien said when Karim set the shirt aside.
Karim undid the closure on the slacks and Julien slid easily back to his feet, stepping out of his slacks and then briefs. These too were folded and set aside.
Julien stood before them all pale skin and svelte lines. He was stunning, tall and commanding, even nude. Where Karim had dark chest hair, Julien’s was sparse, the same white-blonde shade. Only around his cock was there any color.
Luis flushed.
This time when Julien stepped back toward the bed, Karim acted. He wasted no time pushing Julien down onto the sheets and kissing him. Julien allowed it, but Luis could see the satisfied curl of his lips as they kissed, like even this outcome was one he’d planned for.
When Karim broke their kiss, he turned to Luis, one hand reaching out to draw Luis in. Luis pushed up enough to be reached, and was given another ravenous kiss.
“Karim, would you?” Julien said, motioning at Luis’s still dressed state.
He crawled off Julien as Luis sat up. Between them, they managed to get the rest of their clothing off in short order. None of it was folded, instead cast away onto the floor.
Luis had only a second to be nervous about his nudity in front of them, before Karim was back on top of him, kissing him. He was warm skin and a heavy weight, and when they pressed together with finally nothing between them, Luis wanted to cry because it was so good andnot enough.
Karim kissed him for molten seconds longer, and then worked his way down to Luis’s throat. His head tilted to see Julien watching them.
Karim bit into his throat with regular, blunt teeth, and Luis gasped. Julien traced Luis’s bare shoulder and then up to his throat on the other side, stroking over his pulse point.
The touch was casual, intimate. Luis’s eyes fluttered, meeting Julien’s. His sharp attention was somehow also tender and sweet. He could see in a glance the affection, the care Julien was pouring over him.
Luis felt it soak into his skin, and he felt painfully exposed and grateful for it. No one had ever looked at him like this, ever wanted him with such clear desire.
Karim sucked harder at his throat, marking Luis for longer than bitemarks would stay. It was possessive too, their desire.It wrote over his insecurities, leaving no room for him to doubt them. How could he, with Julien’s hands on him, with Karim doing his best to leave a permanent mark.
Luis arched into both touches, nerves pinwheeling down his body with pleasure. Julien’s hand slid down, grazing Luis’s nipple and then doubling back when Luis cried out. Karim made a breathy, excited sound against his skin and kept sucking marks.
“Sensitive?” Julien asked. His nails skirted around, down over his ribs, and Luis huffed a laugh at the ticklish sensation.
“Yeah,” Luis said, “I–it’s a lot.”
He meant that in more ways than one.
Julien hummed in approval. “That’ll be fun to play with later.”
Julien’s nails then trailed down to Luis’s hipbone and stopped. Luis groaned at the loss, then felt the searing heat of Karim’s cock lifted off where it had been pressed to his lower belly. Luis tilted his head to look and found that Julien had taken it in hand, leaving just a sticky trail of precome behind.
