But he wasn’t scared. It felt almost sacred to get to see it.
Everything escalated quickly after that. Luis squeezed a hand down between them to take Karim’s cock and slot it against his own. It was ungraceful how they rocked together, but Karim was leaking enough to make it work.
Behind Karim, Julien picked up the pace, bearing down on them, fucking into Karim with the stamina only a vampire could maintain.
Between Julien’s teeth grazing Karim’s neck and Luis squeezing their cockheads together, Karim broke quickly.
He moaned as he came, and there was a flood of liquid heat between them. It dragged Luis over the edge, and he started to come, working his hand to get them through it. His whole body pulsed in waves of pleasure, thicker than the first orgasm had been. It sank him suddenly into the floaty, sweet headspace he’d experienced before.
Above, he was only distantly aware of Julien finishing, sucking a kiss into Karim’s skin.
The moment crested and began to fade. Karim collapsed part of the way onto Luis, head tucked in his throat as he gasped for air. Julien had enough grace to move back and lower himself to the bed next to them.
When the cogs in his head began to turn again and Karim was getting too heavy, Luis tapped three times at Karim’s shoulder. The man grunted, shifting over and rolling onto his back.
“Darling?” Julien inquired, a hand delicately tucking his hair back out of his face.
Karim turned his head to press against Julien’s thigh with a sound of contentment.
“Good. And you, sweetheart, how’re you?” Julien looked at Luis.
“M’good,” Luis said. His throat was bone dry and he definitely needed a shower, but he felt amazing. Absolutely amazing. “Ten out of ten.”
Julien smiled. “I’m glad.”
Minutes passed in silence. Julien pet through Karim’s hair, finger combing out the tangles, and Luis luxuriated in the post-orgasmic bliss as his overheated body cooled down.
Eventually Julien reached out and took his hand, giving it a squeeze. “Ready for a shower?” Julien asked.
Luis weighed the idea of standing with the desire to rinse. “Can you carry me?” He joked.
“Of course,” Julien said, completely serious.
“No I–I can stand, that was a joke,” Luis said. Then he yawned.
“Mm,” Julien said, hand slipping out of Luis’s. He tapped Karim’s cheek gently. “Alright, can’t have you two falling asleep before clean up.”
Karim groaned in protest. He looked just as wiped as Luis felt.
“Want me to carry you too?” Julien offered.
Karim snorted, then was pushing himself up slowly. “I can stand, take Luis.”
“What?” Luis mumbled sleepily. Then Karim was standing and Luis was being scooped up bridle style by Julien.
“I can walk,” Luis protested, but with less energy than he should’ve. Julien was already carrying him to the bathroom, and he had to admit… it was nice. He was sore and tired and his head was still cottony from the scene.
That had been a scene, right?
Luis was distracted from prodding at that by the bathroom. He hadn’t seen inside the bathroom before, but it was larger than it’d looked from the doorway. There was a stalled shower and a jacuzzi bath, all gleaming in a vintage looking blue patterned tile. Karim headed for the shower, turning the water on to warm up.
It was ready in seconds, because then Karim was sliding the door open and Julien was carrying him through.
“Julien,” Luis said, tucking his head closer to avoid spray to the face.
“I’m putting you down, here,” Julien said with amusement, gentling Luis down onto the seat built into the tile, just on the edge of the water. “Let me take care of Karim, and then we will do you, hm?”
“I’m fine,” Karim gruffed.
