And tonight, Luis wanted to have them close again, wanted that pleasure-pain of teeth in his neck. It was too soon to justify it as treatment, so this one would be just for him. For the enjoyment of it.
Karim grabbed him instead of answering, but a hand on both their backs kept them marching.
“I call first,” Karim said against the back of his neck. Luis almost stumbled from how close he was.
“Luis?” Julien prompted, a clear check-in.
Luis laughed, turning as he got to their door. Karim was there, fanged smile and eyes alight as he walked Luis backward into the room. “Works for me,” he finally answered when the backs of his knees touched the bed.
Instead of pushing him down like Luis expected, Karim took a seat and then yanked Luis down into his lap.
“Demanding today,” Luis teased.
Karim grunted, one hand moving Luis’s curls off his neck. They’d gotten long and needed cutting, but Luis hadn’t gotten to it. Or maybe he enjoyed the way both of them touched them, played with them.
“I didn’t like the way he looked at you,” Karim said, the thumb finding Luis’s pulse that immediately sped up. “You’reours.”
“Did someone harass you two?” Julien asked from the bathroom. There were sounds of him washing out his mouth.
“No,” Luis said. “I think the guy was genuine. Left as soon as Karim snapped at him.”
“Karim,” Julien chided.
“What? Luis doesn’t need any more attention at bars.” Karim was stepping around saying exactly what had happened, and Luis was grateful.
Julien sighed as he finished and returned to the bedroom. “Fine.” Then his attention turned to Luis. “A drink might also help calm his possessiveness,” he said with a sly smile.
There were hot, molten butterflies in Luis’s stomach.
“Well, we should… do that,” Luis said, breathy as Karim pulled him in tighter, tilting his head.
“Fuck, you always smell so good, taste so good,” Karim said against his throat.
The moment jerked Luis’s memory to the bickering they used to do when Karim would get in the car.
“I thought I smelled like shit,” Luis said with a smile.
Karim huffed hot against his throat, the fangs grazing his sensitive skin. “Don’t be stupid,” he mouthed.
He bit then and Luis groaned. There was the now-familiar flush of blood, followed by the heat and pain before the pleasure washed in. They’d had some version of sex every night this week, a few with light scenes directed by Julien, but none of them had involved biting.
Luis was realizing now how much he was looking forward to this. A bite plus what came after. It was an extra closeness, a headier thrum of pleasure he wasn’t sure he could experience any other way.
Plus, it did something to him knowing they were tasting him, enjoying him in the truest sense of the word.
He shivered at the next suck, his hips starting to move, grinding down against Karim.
“Time,” Julien said.
Karim pulled back with a gravel groan, licking at Luis’s neck. Then his head was being turned and Julien was there, kissing him, licking the taste from his mouth.
Luis cursed.
When they parted, Julien’s expression had darkened. He looked a little like he did after biting Luis.
“I think I–” Julien touched his mouth, his eyes on Luis. “I might wait; I don’t want to compromise myself too much.”
“Compromise yourself and what? You’d want to fuck him? That could be on the table if you’d just ask,” Karim said, blunt as ever. It sounded like they’d had the conversation before.
