He pointed to the spot beside Luis, and Karim did. Julien got between Karim’s legs, and there was a click of a cap. Then his wet fingers were dipping down where Luis couldn’t see.
“Jules,” Karim groaned, spreading his legs when those fingers touched him.
“Just a bit longer,” Julien crooned, “you can do it. For me.”
Not seeing only made Luis’s imagination paint the details of what Julien’s fingers were doing more luridly. Karim tilted his head back with a punched-out sound, his eyes fluttering closed. His cock was rigid and wet, bobbing against his belly.
“Good, so good,” Julien said.
He took his time fingering Karim open, the entire time whispering to him howgoodhe was being, how he was almost, almost done suffering. The words were almost as ruinous as the way Karim shifted restlessly, his cock drooling puddles of precome.
Eventually Luis couldn’t stand it, and shifted close enough to press a kiss to Karim’s bare shoulder. Karim’s eyes opened to look at him, and the stripped-down desire on his face madeLuis’s heart trip. He felt honored to be here, to be trusted to witness them like this.
Another minute went by, Julien pausing only to add more lubricant.
“I can see how badly you need it,” Julien said, “Look at you, leaking all over. He’s so pretty like this, isn’t he Luis?”
“Yeah,” Luis’s voice was a croak.
“So strong, so rough, but not here with me. Not when you’ve been worn down, when you’re nothing but tightly coiled desire.”
“Jules,” Karim pleaded.
A smile from Julien, made wicked by fangs.
“My perfect, beautiful thing. Alright,” Julien pulled back, shiny fingers sliding out of Karim. “On your knees.”
Karim hurried to comply.
“Hm.” Julien mused thoughtfully when Karim was up. “Let’s try a little left,” Julien tapped Karim’s flank. Karim moved, carefully maneuvering over Luis who was still lying on his back.
“And down on your elbows, you’ll need the support,” Julien instructed.
Karim did so without argument, and suddenly he and Karim were face to face again. Luis leaned up to kiss him, couldn’t help it.
“Yes, that’s perfect,” Julien said. There was movement from the end of the bed, Julien climbing back up behind Karim.
And then Luis was distracted by the kisses, by the ravenous way Karim took his mouth.
“Good,” Julien said, and weight shifted on the bed. Karim was pushed forward by sudden momentum. They broke them apart and Karim groaned, his breath puffing across Luis’s face and making him shiver.
Julien was inside him.
A hand smoothed over Karim’s hip, so pale against Karim’s dark skin.
“There we go, this is what you want, isn’t it?” Julien asked.
Luis’s chest rose and fell quickly as his brain snapped all the pieces together. Karim was above him, hot skin and leaking cock brushing his belly, and Julien behind him, inside him,fucking him.
Luis reached and drew Karim back in, kissing him hard. Karim could barely coordinate a kiss in return, but it didn’t matter. He just had to touch him, taste him.
Despite just coming, Luis was getting hard again.
“I love how you are when I’ve made you wait,” Julien said, starting a slow, seductive rhythm. “Strung tighter than a bow, and so responsive. Almost as responsive as our sweet Luis.”
Karim was shoved forward with the next thrust, and practically fell onto Luis. Luis’s stomach swooped as their bodies came into full contact. Karim was a burning but welcome weight.
Julien curled closer, and Luis could see his pale beauty beyond Karim’s shoulder. He looked transformed, unmasked. For the first time Luis thought he looked like the vampires of fiction, something unspeakably beautiful and viciously hungry in his hedonistic pursuits.
