“Fuck,” Zack hissed. “Not fair.”
“Not fair is not touching all of you.” Takashi slipped from underneath the covers and joined Zack to lie on top of them. As he settled in again, his hard, silk-covered cock pressed against Zack.
“You still have pants on,” Zack said. “We all do.”
“Let’s change that,” Roger said. His husky voice reverberated through Zack.
What would have taken only a few seconds became a slow caress and tease as Zack helped Takashi strip and then Roger. They both took hold of his jeans and underwear and slid them down his legs. The socks went, too, and Zack fought an urge tokick and giggle when Roger accidentally tickled the arch of his right foot.
Takashi claimed his lips again and latched a leg over his as their kiss deepened. Zack was careful to avoid the sharp points of Takashi’s fangs, twirling to either side of them instead. A needful groan vibrated through Takashi, felt more than heard, and he pinned Zack to the bed.
“I want a taste,” Takashi muttered in his ear.
“Go for it,” Zack replied.
Takashi moaned, and his lips moved down Zack’s cheek, toward his jaw, to his neck.
Roger kissed him while Takashi sought a place to bite, and Zack caressed his cheek, then rested his hand on his shoulder. When Takashi bit his shoulder, Zack gasped into Roger’s lips. Roger returned his hand to Zack’s cock, wrapping it around so only a hint of friction came any time Zack attempted to seek more.
With a wicked, gorgeous smile, Roger kissed the palm of Zack’s hand, then wrapped his free hand around his wrist. He nuzzled over one of his previous bite marks.
“Yeah,” Zack panted. “Do it.”
Roger sank his teeth into Zack’s wrist.
The heady rush pounded in Zack’s ear. His pulse raced, but for once, his mind didn’t cloud with worries and concerns. He stayed in the moment with them. Roger placed his palm flat against Zack’s lower abdomen and kept his hips pinned. At first, their bites were a sharp pain, but that dulled. Their lips and tongues worked the wounds, and they drank his blood. Takashi was too close to watch, but Zack could keep his gaze locked on Roger. Lust and wonder danced across his features, a sort of rapture playing out.
Takashi broke off first, though Roger quickly followed. Blood continued to slip from the wounds, but Zack checked his wrist and saw that it’d slowed to a trickle.
“Fucking exquisite,” Takashi said into Zack’s ear. Then he caressed down Zack’s chest, skipping over Roger’s hand, and gently stroked his cock. After sliding up and down once, he continued his drifting exploration as far as his hand could reach.
Roger grasped Takashi’s chin and pulled him up into a kiss. Their mouths were coated in blood, somehow artfully messy with it. And Zack’s cock stirred, his own internal engines revving because they had his blood on his lips. They were making out over him and chasing every last drop of his blood from the other. Roger groaned and pressed closer, only Zack was in the way of him reaching Takashi, so his hardened cock nudged roughly into Zack’s side. The moan that escaped from Takashi seemed to come from his core.
Zack couldn’t get his hand on his cock through the tangle of limbs, and neither of them was touching him there. Choking back a whine, he attempted to pump up into the air and find something, anything, to touch with his dick, but Roger and Takashi held him down. He was theirs.
And they’re mine. Zack reached up between them with his bleeding wrist. The scent of his blood seemed to startle Takashi, and he broke away from kissing Roger to licking the thin stream that slid down Zack’s arm.
“We haven’t forgotten you, sweetheart,” Roger murmured. His irises were a faint red rim around the wide darkness of his pupils.
“You’ve forgotten something.” Zack lifted an eyebrow and then did his best to glance down at his cock.
Roger laughed, and the sound was so relaxed and free that something in Zack uncoiled and stretched. He stroked Zack’s inner thigh and coaxed his legs farther apart. The chill of hishand was less but still there, and Zack shivered. The reaction was electric, coursing up his spine and to his toes and fingertips.
“Whatever should we do?” Roger teased Zack’s thigh, so near to his balls and not quite close to his hole.
“Come on,” Zack whined.
Takashi was the one who chuckled this time, and he nuzzled Zack’s ear. “Are we being cruel?”
“You’re being incredibly fucking hot, and I’m going to explode if we keep messing around with foreplay.”
“You’re not the only one,” Takashi replied. He rolled his hips against Zack’s side, and his cock pressed harder.
“I can do something about that.” Zack grinned and pushed Takashi onto his back. Pressing quick, feverish kisses to Takashi’s cool skin, he made a line to Takashi’s hard cock. Doing so scooted him out from between them. Somehow, the room’s air was chillier than the two of them. Zack grasped Takashi’s member at the root and lightly kissed his tip.
Takashi groaned, and the sound only deepened as Zack slid his mouth over him. Soon, Takashi’s hand flew to the back of Zack’s head, and he slid his fingers through his hair, unable to find purchase in the short length in the back.
“My gorgeous loves,” Roger said. His voice sounded distant and yet in Zack’s ear at the same time. He pressed a kiss to the center of Zack’s back, then gently nudged him into a position with his ass in the air. At first, Zack thought he pressed a finger into his hole, but wetness was left behind.
