“Okay sweetheart, we’ll keep going. But you’ll tell me if that changes.”
Luis tucked his face into Julien’s neck and gave him a kiss. A promise that he would.
Eventually Julien started moving, a slow roll of his hips that required nothing from Luis. He let himself sink into the ache of it, his body moving from overstimulated and back into arousal. The teary, tender thing in his chest abated for the moment.
A kiss to the back of his neck told him Karim was still close. His broad hand trailing down Luis’s spine made him sigh.
“Beautiful,” Karim said.
Then that hand dipped lower, down to Luis’s ass. Fingers slid through the wetness between them and touched where he and Julien were joined. The intimacy of the touch was startling, and Luis moaned.
Karim pressed closer, his heat all along Luis’s back, and a moment later Luis could hear the sound of kissing. Julien kept moving inside him as they kissed, and it sent fresh spindles of desire through him.
“You two look so good like this,” Karim mumbled. “Fuck, the way I want you both.”
Luis shivered and Julien made a sound when he clenched around his cock.
“You have us,” Julien said. They kissed. “We’re yours, right Luis?”
Luis could only make a breathy cry of agreement. Julien kept moving and Karim’s hands were all over him, touching his rim, playing in the mess dripping out of him. It was filthy and sweet and overwhelming.
One more shift had Julien’s cock knocking right into that spot inside him that Karim had found. Luis’s head fell back against Karim as he moaned. He couldn’t keep anything in now.
“He’s close,” Karim said, kissing his throat.
“Yes,” Julien said, velvety sweet. “Don’t hold back sweetheart. Let me have you, let me make you feel good.”
Luis’s nails dug into his shoulder as it started to build up that final crest. He could hear the wetness of their coupling, the shift in Julien’s breathing.
Julien kissed Luis’s bared throat, and Luis couldn’t help but think of him biting down. Being bitten when Julien was inside him, when he was so full of pleasure he couldn’t think.
He could. He could have that if he just–
“Please,” Luis panted, canting his neck further.
A hot gust of air tickled the skin. “What, sweetheart?” Julien asked, though it sounded like he already knew.
“B-bite me,” he tightened around Julien’s cock, so close now.“Please.”
Karim swore in a language Luis couldn’t understand.
“Luis,” Julien sounded rung out, his lips grazed over Luis’s pulse point. “Je ne peux pas.”
“Il a dit que c'était permis,” Karim replied in French.
“Jules,”the nickname slipped out before Luis could think better of it.
A second later fangs punctured his skin. Luis arched, the pleasure rocketing through him. Julien kept moving, thrustinginside him, hands vice gripped on his hips. Blood welled up from the bite and Julien drank, making ragged, hungry sounds.
Luis teetered at that impossible height for a second, and then a rough hand closed around his cock, and he broke. He came, body shaking through the hot scour of pleasure. He spilled everywhere, crying out, feeling Julien inside him, all around him.
Then he was coming too, groaning against Luis’s throat, his cock kicking inside him. It was a bliss like nothing else he’d ever experienced.
When his orgasm started to fade, Luis closed his eyes, letting his body slacken. Teeth slipped out of his neck, and there was the familiar swipe of tongue. Luis sighed, content.
At some point he was moved, cock slipping out of him as he was lowered down on the bed. He was floaty, deep in it. Deeper than he’d ever been before.
When his eyes opened briefly, Karim and Julien were above him, matching expressions of adoration. He smiled up at them, eyes drifting closed again.
