“I’m going to brush my teeth,” Viggo said, turning around and heading back into the bathroom. He made quick work of cleaning his teeth, rinsing and spitting into the sink before he hurried back to the bed.
He found Bjorn squeezing Sebastian even tighter, nuzzling his cheek into the top of the boy’s hair.
“He’s not a teddy bear,” Viggo chided, the reprimand undermined by the wide stretch of his grin. He slid under the covers, taking up the position facing Bjorn and Sebastian, pressing close enough that he could feel Sebastian’s breath moisten the top of his right pectoral.
He looked into Bjorn’s eyes, their faces just inches apart, his smile turning soft and happy. Sebastian, trapped and sandwiched between them, started squirming, and Viggo laughed. He leaned back, looking down at the captive human.
“Are you okay?” he asked, stroking Sebastian’s cheek, his thumb brushing gently over his lips.
“Yeah,” Sebastian said, his eyes wide and dark, his breaths coming just a tad faster than before. Viggo pushed his thumb into Sebastian’s mouth, tracing the bottom row of teeth, and flashed his molars in a wicked grin. He lifted his knee and slid it between Sebastian’s legs, his thigh meeting Sebastian’s raging hardon.
“Do you want me to take care of that before we sleep?” he asked, his voice sinking down an octave.
Sebastian’s answer was to rut against his thigh as much as Bjorn’s hold on him would allow, close his eyes, and let out a whimper.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Viggo pushed the covers aside and moved down the bed until he reached Sebastian’s straining cock, his own member hard and aching between his legs. He studied the hard length, already leaking, contemplating how he was going to attack this.
Fast and intense, he decided, taking hold of the throbbing length and aiming it at his mouth.
He froze when he caught sight of Sebastian’s inner thighs.
The bruises were vivid against Sebastian’s pale skin, dark red and purple indentations matching Viggo’s teeth, layered on top of each other and covering the entire area of Sebastian’s inner thighs.
To his shame, Viggo’s first reaction was a dark thrill of possessive arousal. Those werehismarks, and anyone who looked between Sebastian’s legs would know that he was owned and spoken for. Viggo’s balls pulled tight, his teeth clenching as he bit back a groan of pleasure at the evidence of his abuse.
Viggo’s second reaction, delayed by too many seconds for him to be anything approaching a good person, was guilt. If he’d known Sebastian was this fragile, he would have been so much more careful.
He would have to do better in the future.
Viggo leaned in and took Sebastian into his mouth, trying to convey how sorry he was. He sucked on just the head of Sebastian’s cock first, wrapping his lips around the crown and licking into the tight slit, pre-come bursting over his tongue.
Being slow and careful, trying to give only pleasure, Viggo hollowed his cheeks and worked Sebastian’s cock to the best of his abilities. He reached up and stroked his finger over Sebastian’s taint, milking his prostate from the outside, before letting his finger slide further up and push into his crack and over his hole.
As he stroked his finger between Sebastian’s cheeks, the back of his hand brushed over Bjorn’s hip, the side of his palm nudging his husband’s cock for the first time since he’d gone feral. Viggo froze, the pad of his finger suspended over Sebastian’s hole, Bjorn’s cock throbbing against his hand.
Viggo pulled his hand back, cupping Sebastian’s balls instead. Bjorn was hard, but he wasn’t interested in doing anything with his erection. Touching him there now, when he was like this, felt wrong.
Rolling Sebastian’s balls in the palm of his hand, squeezing and tugging to elicit small gasps of pleasure, Viggo increased his suction on Sebastian’s cock, taking his whole length into his mouth and working the shaft with as much tongue as he could muster.
It didn’t take long before Sebastian’s body tensed, his balls pulling tight up against his body as he shot his load. Salty come spilled into the back of Viggo’s mouth, the first shot the only one with any real volume, and Viggo marveled at how little sperm humans produced.
Reaching down to the base of Sebastian’s cock, Viggo wrapped his fingers around where he expected a knot to be, only to remember that Sebastian was human and didn’t have one.
Viggo felt sorry for him. The absolute best part of an orgasm, in Viggo’s not so humble opinion, was having your knot milked. The initial spurt of come was nice, but nothing beat the bone-deep satisfaction of tight pressure pushing down on your knot as come gushed out of your cock.
Sebastian writhed, his balls milked dry, his body twitching at every swipe of Viggo’s tongue. Remembering his intention to be kind, Viggo released the oversensitive organ from his mouth and pressed a soft kiss against his hip.
With the taste of Sebastian’s release coating the inside of his mouth, Viggo crawled back up to the top of the bed and lay down, pulling the covers back over his body.
Sebastian watched him with wide eyes, his face flushed and his hand clutching Bjorn’s arm over his stomach like he was holding on to a seatbelt.
He looked happy and well fucked, even though Viggo hadn’t done more than give him a blowjob.
“Better?” Viggo asked, smug in the knowledge that he’d given his human pleasure.
Sebastian nodded, taking a deep breath and licking his lips.
