A rumbling laugh escaped Drude.Ephraim waited out the kiss with his own breath caught in his throat.
“Good?”Drude murmured against Hull’s lips.
Hull gave him a dreamy nod in reply.
Then Drude, to Ephraim’s amazement, turned his gaze upon him.His eyes swept down to where Ephraim’s own stand had begun to stir and back up again to fix Ephraim with a look that seemed to run him through.
“And you?”Drude enquired.
Ephraim’s face felt very warm.“Well, I—I don’t need?—”
Drude held his gaze.“But do youwant?”
Ephraim hardly dared voice his own desires.Unable to meet Drude’s eye, he looked instead to Hull.
A warm and encouraging smile gleamed through the dark blue beard.
Ephraim drew in a steadying breath and returned to Drude with a stiff nod.
Drude arose.Hull’s cock slipped free from his crimson sheath.He crawled across the bed to loom over Ephraim, his brawny arms bracketing Ephraim’s own far narrower shoulders, and lowered himself to capture Ephraim’s mouth in a kiss.It was no less strange and no less wonderful a second time.
“I’m afraid,” Ephraim gasped when they broke off for breath, “I’m not quite enough for…” He trailed off, not knowing quite what to call it in polite terms, and not wishing to offend.But his gaze dipped between Drude’s sinewy thighs as he spoke, and this glance sufficed to make himself understood.While his mast had certainly stirred a great deal in the course of this adventure it yet remained nowhere near firm enough to plumb new depths, no matter how welcoming.
Drude appeared nothing daunted.“Something else, then?”
Ephraim nodded.
A sly smile slid up Drude’s cheek.“My mouth, perhaps?”
Ephraim’s pulse stuttered in his throat.
It was nothing he and Hull hadn’t already done together many times over, but to hear it from such a new acquaintance, and in that deep guttural rumbling voice, sufficed to make Ephraim’s cock twitch again.A moment after, he remembered to nod.
The sly smile broadened into an eager grin.Drude slipped lower, bestowing kisses as he went, on Ephraim’s throat, his collar, his bosom, the swell of fat beneath his shirt, and from hence onto the hem over and between the tops of his thighs.This Drude didnotraise, but rather delved through, and the heat of his mouth found Ephraim’s root with naught but thin linen—rapidly warming—to divide them.The root rose feebly to the challenge, but rise it did.Drude did not bear sole responsibility for how wet the linen became.
Hull, meanwhile, couldn’t take his eyes off Ephraim.More astonishing still, he looked as though he beheld something wondrous in his mortal face.
Ephraim had but the briefest moment to marvel at it before Hull descended upon him with a devouring kiss.
In the same instant, Drude took him fully into his mouth.
“Oh,” gasped Ephraim, breaking off the kiss to do so.“This is all rather—rather?—”
Both fae ceased their ministrations at once.Drude withdrew his mouth from Ephraim’s root.His breath ghosting over it would’ve sent a stronger man than Ephraim spinning into madness.
“Too much?”asked Drude.
“No, not at all,” Ephraim hastened to reassure them both.“Only—very new.”
“Slower, perhaps?”Hull suggested.
“Perhaps, yes.”
Ephraim had braced for what felt inevitable; that his lover and his guest alike should think him cowardly, frigid, and woefully dull.
Instead, both gazed upon him with a tender awe that defied all explanation.
Hull nodded to Drude, who descended again.He slipped his shoulders beneath Ephraim’s knees.His long dark hair cascaded down Ephraim’s thighs to pool in the crevice of his hips.Gently he took Ephraim’s hand and brought it to his horn, wrapping his fingers around the base where it met his skull.
