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falling yet. How close was he to losing
himself, Marc wondered, worry muting his own desire. As close as
Kate was to finding pleasure, maybe?
    Marc lifted his hand off
Blake’s head and rested it on Kate’s left breast instead, his
fingertips caressing her nipple. He had let Blake pleasure her so
far, but maybe if he helped she would come sooner, and Blake would
be able to pull back from that dangerous edge. Kate moaned Blake’s
name again, then Marc’s, and Marc froze.
    The thought ran through him
like a jolt of electricity. He was going at it the wrong way. Kate
was close. She would come soon whether Marc intervened or not, come
at Blake’s hands—or mouth, as it were—for the first time since that
dreadful night. Would it help Blake to see her pleasure, the
pleasure that he alone had given her?
    It had to help. What else
was there if it didn’t?
    Marc took his hand off her
breast again and rested it on her stomach instead, holding her as
she bucked against Blake’s mouth.
    “ You’re beautiful,” he said
in a choked whisper, looking down Kate’s body to where Blake was
fucking her with his tongue. “Both of you, so
beautiful…”
    Kate’s orgasm started with a
low, keening noise that soon blossomed into a wordless cry. Her
body turned rigid against Marc’s, and he wondered if her fingers
were as tight in Blake’s hair as they were clutching Marc’s hand.
After a couple more seconds, Blake pulled back and looked at her,
his mouth and chin shiny with Kate’s desire, his eyes glowing gold
with his own.
    For a short but beautiful
moment, Marc forgot how far they still had to go before he could
get more than glimpses of the Childe he remembered and missed so
much. That reality, however, slammed back when Kate breathed out a
shaky, “Kiss me. Please, God, kiss me.”
    The words were for Blake,
Marc was certain of it. And he was just as certain that Blake would not kiss her, not when his eyes suddenly became so wide and
startled and his nails dug harder into the skin of Marc’s thighs,
drawing blood. Could Blake even make himself let go?
    “ Not finished yet,” Blake
offered with a grin that might have tried to be cocky but trembled
too much. And then he was lowering his head again, this time to
engulf Marc’s cock.
    Marc had not expected this,
and electricity seemed to shoot through him as Blake’s mouth
resumed the blowjob from earlier as though he had never stopped.
Marc’s hips jerked upward, and Kate’s still-trembling body started
to slip to one side. Marc tried to hold on to her and not moan
quite so loudly, but she turned her head to press a kiss to the
corner of his mouth and murmured a quiet, “Let me help him,” that
turned Marc’s will to little more than a memory. He unwound his
arms, and she immediately shifted off of him, sliding down the bed
to join Blake.
    Be careful , he wanted
to warn her. Don’t rush him .
    But it was difficult to form
coherent thoughts, let alone express them, when Blake was still
sucking on his cock. More difficult still when Kate’s hot little
mouth joined Blake’s, the tip of her tongue stroking along the edge
of Blake’s lips against Marc’s cock.
    Marc struggled with himself,
wanting to grab both their heads but afraid he’d be too rough if he
did. He clutched at the sheets instead, clenching his hands tightly
as he shut his eyes. If he looked down at them and watched them
play with his cock together, things would end much too
fast.
    He felt Blake slide upward,
and moaned at the wet little popping sound when his dick slipped
out of Blake’s mouth.
    “ Now will you kiss me?”
Kate asked, and her smile rang so clearly in her words that Marc
could picture it in his mind.
    He opened his eyes again and
started to sit up, a weak protest at the back of his mind, but
forgot what he was about to say when he saw—felt—their mouths press
against each other, right against the underside of his cock. A
tongue—warm; it had to be Kate’s—caressed him before