Sebastian wondered what Viggo meant, but then Bjorn bit down and he understood.
Bjorn sucked a patch of skin between his teeth, tugging and pulling before releasing it with a satisfied little hum of pleasure. Sebastian whimpered, caught between pain and pleasure, and Bjorn soothed the bite with his tongue.
Sebastian arched his back in shocked pleasure.
He’d never known that having his shoulder licked could feel so good. The chewing he could do without, but the licking and sucking was excellent.
Dragging his mouth down Sebastian’s arm, Bjorn repeated the process. When Sebastian tried to twist away from the pain, big hands pinned him down with ease.
Sebastian closed his eyes, feeling caught, his body going limp in surrender. The heat of Viggo’s thighs pressing against the sides of his head, thick with muscle, coupled with Bjorn biting him, had him feeling strangely loose and submissive.
For a brief second, he had the strangest thought that if Bjorn and Viggo weren’t pinning him down, he’d simply float away.
Lightheaded and wondering why he wasn’t panicking over the way Viggo and Bjorn treated him, Sebastian cried out in true pain when Bjorn bit down on his deltoid hard enough to break the skin.
The floaty feeling lifted like fog in the sun. He screamed.
“Gentle!” Viggo growled, smacking the back of Bjorn’s head.
Bjorn let out a whimper, releasing Sebastian’s skin from between his teeth and pushing his face into Sebastian’s stomach with a whine of frustration. Ignoring him, Viggo reached down and inspected the place where he’d bitten Sebastian’s shoulder.
The touch of his finger made Sebastian flinch.
“You’re okay,” Viggo said, rubbing over the abused skin with more force than strictly necessary. “He bit you pretty hard, but he didn’t break the skin.”
Sebastian didn’t believe him and bent his neck to see for himself. Viggo was right. His shoulder was red and abused looking, but he wasn’t bleeding.
“I don’t like it that hard,” Sebastian said, needing Viggo to understand thatbleedingwasn’t the point where he drew the line.
Viggo gave Sebastian’s shoulder a perfunctory stroke before pulling his hand back. “That’s all right. He’ll be more gentle from now on, won’t you, Bjorn?”
Bjorn made a sound of reluctant agreement, his face still pressed into Sebastian’s stomach. His beard felt scratchy and weird, but the way his hot breath warmed the skin over Sebastian’s belly button felt kind of nice.
“You, too,” Sebastian demanded, Viggo’s casual attitude rubbing him the wrong way.
“What?” Viggo tilted his head and looked down at his face, his brow furrowed. Sebastian couldn’t have felt more vulnerable, but he forced himself to meet Viggo’s eyes.
“I didn’t like how hard you bit my thighs,” he said, his voice trembling. “It hurt really bad.”
Sebastian’s heart raced, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he waited to see how Viggo would react to his demand.
Viggo blinked, looking surprised, but then he nodded with a solemn expression.
“I’m sorry, Sebastian. I got carried away. The next time I feel like biting you, I’ll ask for permission first, all right?”
Sebastian breathed a cautious sigh of relief. He wasn’t sure he believed that Viggo wouldn’t get carried away again, but the fact that he was apologizing was a good sign.
“All right,” he said, biting his lip and wishing that Viggo would go back to looking at Bjorn instead of his face. He lowered his chin to his chest, looking at the top of Bjorn’s head to avoid Viggo’s intense gaze.
Viggo moved back, swinging his leg over Sebastian’s head and climbing off the bed. He adjusted his bulge and fixed his shirt, standing next to the mattress and smiling down at Sebastian and Bjorn.
“You must be starving. How about we go down and eat and give you a break from being mauled?”
Bjorn tightened his hold on Sebastian’s waist in protest, pulling himself back up so that he was pinning Sebastian to the bed and blanketing everything but his head with his body.
“I’d like that,” Sebastian said. He had to struggle to get the words out, Bjorn’s heavy body compressing his chest and making it difficult to speak.
“Perfect,” Viggo said, reaching down and pulling Bjorn off him. “Come on, you big lump. Get off. You don’t want Sebastian to think we aren’t going to provide for him, do you?”
