Perfect.
He waited impatiently for one of the lions to get the scene started in earnest.The entire room seemed to hold its breath, waiting with him.A full minute passed.
“They won’t do anything until you give them your answer.”That was the deeper voice again.
Marrick blinked in the darkness behind the blindfold as he finally realised they weren’t waiting with him, butforhim.“Yes.I understand.Safe word’s spear.Got it.”
Marrick had been wrong—the words Luther said before hadn’t been a purr.But the noise Luther made as he pressed his lips against Marrick very definitely was a purr.The vibrations shot down Marrick’s spine and went straight to his cock, making him moan as he parted his lips and invited Luther to deepen the kiss.
As the lion behind him pulled him closer, Marrick rocked his hips, rubbing his arse against one lion, his cock against the other, and any other bit of skin he could against any available portion of the lions’ bodies.
Tugging at the bindings around his wrists, Marrick tried to work out if he could squirm his way out of the cuffs.The blindfold was fair enough.Anonymity—a few hours stolen away from the real world where a man could do whatever the hell he liked without ever having to face the other guy, or guys, in the morning.Marrick was all on board for that.The blindfold was hot.The cuffs were just bloody well annoying at this point.
Either the lions didn’t notice that he was trying to get rid of them, or they didn’t care.The lion in front of him, Luther, broke the kiss.A nudge against Marrick’s cheek turned his head, and his mouth was captured again.
A rough tongue thrust against his lips demanding to taste him.Marrick slid his tongue against the lion’s, eagerly sparring with him as he tried to explore the lion’s mouth in return.
The lion tried to catch hold of Marrick’s hair as they fought each other for control of the kiss, but the lion’s grip provided scant advantage.Marrick’s hair was too short for real leverage, and anyway, he’d always kind of liked it when a guy tugged at his hair.
Marrick was no scared little novice.He was almost as good at leading a kiss as the lion was—almost.Pleasure spiked in Marrick as the lion finally wrangled control from him and refused to give any scrap of it back.
As one kiss ended and the other lion took his turn possessing Marrick’s mouth, someone wrapped his fingers around Marrick’s cock.His grip was strong, his strokes rapid, but at the same time, Marrick could tell the guy was holding back, gentling his touch when Marrick could easily have enjoyed him being rougher.
Sod that.There was no way he was going to stand for being treated like some fragile little virgin.That was not what he’d signed up for.He’d proven he could hold his own in the best leather clubs in the city, and he’d be damned if he wouldn’t prove he could do the same in a bloody lions’ den, too.
Shrugging his shoulders, shaking off the lion standing behind him, Marrick leaned up and blindly fought for command of the kiss.
Luther seemed a little startled, it took him a second to catch up and try to snatch control back, but his grip tightened around Marrick’s cock, and that was all that mattered.The lion behind Marrick seemed to respond to the change in his attitude, too.Sharp points, like the tips of claws, caught at Marrick’s skin, biting into him as he tightened his grip on Marrick’s sides.
Marrick moaned his approval against Luther’s lips as he pictured the marks the guy’s nails might leave on him if they really were claws.The second’s distraction was all Luther needed to re-establish his dominance over the kiss.And, a second after that, Marrick felt them all being lowered onto the rug.His knees hit the floor with a bump.
Hands stroked down his back, pushing him forward, toward Luther.Two lions had to mean there were only two pairs of hands exploring Marrick’s body, but it felt like more.
There was no way a simple little threesome—even a threesome with an audience and a bit of bondage thrown in—should be able to make him so hard, so desperate to come.As Marrick felt his head being tugged back for another kiss from the lion behind him, he felt two mouths caress his lips at the same time.
The lions’ mouths met past his, and, for a second, Marrick knew he was completely forgotten.He gasped for breath, wishing the leather blindfold away, if only for a few moments, just long enough to see the kiss.
Muscular bodies moved, pinning Marrick more tightly between them, as each of the lions’ hands slid past Marrick and found their way onto the other lion’s skin instead.So much heat and muscle.And perhaps Marrick would be lying if he said he wouldn’t mind sneaking a peak at some bits of the lions other than their faces if he ever got the chance…
Fumbling awkwardly, he twisted his wrists until he was once more able to wrap one hand around the cock behind him.One of the lions purred into the kiss, but it was impossible to tell which one.They pulled each other closer, trapping Marrick in an even tighter space, making it almost impossible for him to draw breath.
Lowering his head, Marrick found Luther’s shoulder with his lips.He pressed a kiss against the lion’s skin and butted his head against his shoulder, trying to push him far enough away that he could kiss his way down to his cock.
It took Luther a lifetime to realise what he was trying to do.When he finally pulled away, Marrick didn’t waste any time.He’d had enough of cocks rubbing up against him.He needed to taste one.Blindly sensing Luther’s retreat, he leaned forward and down, mouth already open as he licked his lips in anticipation.
The lion behind him caught Marrick’s hips just in time to stop him falling face first into the rug.Another pair of hands settled on his shoulders, steadying him perfectly.
Leaning further, Marrick finally found the tip of Luther’s dick with his mouth.He immediately wrapped his lips around it, murmuring his satisfaction as he felt pre-cum leak onto his tongue.
One of the hands on Marrick’s hips disappeared for a moment.Off balance already, Marrick felt the entire weight of his torso fall into Luther’s hands.
Well, Luther seemed strong enough—and he was about to get a very good blow job.All things considered, Marrick decided not to feel too guilty for letting the guy support some of his weight for a little while.
Slicked fingers slid down between Marrick’s arse cheeks, and he immediately pushed back against them, encouraging the lion behind him to hurry up.
The first touch against Marrick’s hole was gentle, cautious, as if the lion half expected him to freak out about nothing more than a couple of fingers.Marrick groaned his frustration, desperate to tell him to hurry the hell up, but not wanting to give up possession of the cock in his mouth for long enough to get the words out clearly.Finally, his mumbled demands seemed to get through to the lion.Two, then three digits were soon thrusting into him, hard and fast, preparing him as quickly as possible.
The lion’s fingertips rubbed against Marrick’s prostate, making him squirm and suck Luther’s cock more deeply into his mouth.Then, just as they found the perfect spot, they disappeared altogether.The tip of a cock pressed against his arse just a second later.A lifetime had passed since Marrick had been ready to feel the lion’s cock plough into him, but it still felt just a fraction too soon for a red flag not to go up inside his head.
