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slipping away.
A deeper kiss, then, and Marc was right in the middle of
it.
Slumping back down against
the pillows, he scrunched his eyes shut tightly again. They were
sharing wet, sloppy kisses all around his cock, sometimes right
against the very tip, sometimes closer to the base. The combination
of their touches drew continuous moans from him, but he was barely
aware of it. All he could hear were the whispered words they
shared, “Here,” and “Like this,” and “Doesn’t he taste good?” and
finally, “Up or down?”
That last question puzzled
him for a second before he understood. Hot breath and a warm tongue
were suddenly caressing his balls, while a cooler mouth, a little
bit warm still from kissing Kate, was closing over the head of his
dick and sucking hard.
His body jerked, trying to
press up against them, but four hands on his thighs and hips held
him in place. Blake had also shifted upward so that he was now half
resting on Marc’s stomach, pinning him down but also leaving more
space for Kate between Marc’s thighs.
“ Be good, now,” Kate
demanded, her laughter just a breath away. “Let us make you feel
good.”
Her mouth only left him for
an instant. When it returned, she carefully sucked on one of his
balls. Marc gasped, only to cry out the next moment when Blake
swallowed over and over around his dick, his throat constricting
and releasing rhythmically.
“ Slow down,” he grunted,
twisting his hands in the sheets. The fabric ripped, the sound like
thunder in his ears. “Too much.”
“ Just let go,” Kate said,
pressing the words like kisses against the most sensitive part of
him.
“ Can’t—”
But he did. It might have
been her teeth that pushed him over the edge, carefully closing at
the root of his cock for a painless bite. Or it might have been
Blake’s tongue, swirling and slurping around Marc’s shaft as he
pulled up again. Or maybe it was the fact that the three of them
were together at last, the way they had wanted for so
long.
As his orgasm rippled
through him, one wave followed by the other, each stronger than the
last, he came in Blake’s mouth then Kate’s and clung to the hope
that it would be only the first of many times, and that each would
help Blake heal a little more.
It felt like hours before
they stopped licking him clean, sharing slow kisses again around
his softened flesh. They both rested their heads against his chest,
and now Marc allowed himself to thread his fingers through their
hair. Kate’s was still a little damp, and he combed his fingers
through it like he did to Blake.
“ That was…”
His voice trailed off. He
had no clue how to finish that sentence. Apparently, he wasn’t the
only one with speech difficulties, because Kate laughed—oh, God,
how he had missed her laugh—and said, “It really was. And it’s not
over.”
She raised her head then,
and when Marc did the same, he saw her give Blake a wicked
look.
“ Someone didn’t get a turn
yet,” she said in a sing-song voice.
Laughing quietly, Marc drew
Blake higher onto the bed. His amusement faded when he saw the
traces of wariness at the corners of Blake’s eyes. Everything
wasn’t as good as it seemed, then, was it?
Marc kissed Blake lightly,
just enough to taste both himself and Kate on his lips, then asked,
“What do you want, Childe? Tell us how to make you feel good,
too.”
Having moved higher on the
bed, Kate now sat on Blake’s other side. She didn’t say anything
but rested a hand on Blake’s chest, well above the place where his
cock waited, hard and full. Had she also guessed that Blake’s mind
might be more clouded than they both would have liked?
Blake licked his lips, his
eyes going back and forth between the two of them before he finally
murmured, “Can you… Will you…touch me? Just… Together?”
Marc kissed him again. Kate
reclined on her side and pressed her lips to Blake’s shoulder.
Their hands found each other over his cock, and their
A deeper kiss, then, and Marc was right in the middle of
it.
Slumping back down against
the pillows, he scrunched his eyes shut tightly again. They were
sharing wet, sloppy kisses all around his cock, sometimes right
against the very tip, sometimes closer to the base. The combination
of their touches drew continuous moans from him, but he was barely
aware of it. All he could hear were the whispered words they
shared, “Here,” and “Like this,” and “Doesn’t he taste good?” and
finally, “Up or down?”
That last question puzzled
him for a second before he understood. Hot breath and a warm tongue
were suddenly caressing his balls, while a cooler mouth, a little
bit warm still from kissing Kate, was closing over the head of his
dick and sucking hard.
His body jerked, trying to
press up against them, but four hands on his thighs and hips held
him in place. Blake had also shifted upward so that he was now half
resting on Marc’s stomach, pinning him down but also leaving more
space for Kate between Marc’s thighs.
“ Be good, now,” Kate
demanded, her laughter just a breath away. “Let us make you feel
good.”
Her mouth only left him for
an instant. When it returned, she carefully sucked on one of his
balls. Marc gasped, only to cry out the next moment when Blake
swallowed over and over around his dick, his throat constricting
and releasing rhythmically.
“ Slow down,” he grunted,
twisting his hands in the sheets. The fabric ripped, the sound like
thunder in his ears. “Too much.”
“ Just let go,” Kate said,
pressing the words like kisses against the most sensitive part of
him.
“ Can’t—”
But he did. It might have
been her teeth that pushed him over the edge, carefully closing at
the root of his cock for a painless bite. Or it might have been
Blake’s tongue, swirling and slurping around Marc’s shaft as he
pulled up again. Or maybe it was the fact that the three of them
were together at last, the way they had wanted for so
long.
As his orgasm rippled
through him, one wave followed by the other, each stronger than the
last, he came in Blake’s mouth then Kate’s and clung to the hope
that it would be only the first of many times, and that each would
help Blake heal a little more.
It felt like hours before
they stopped licking him clean, sharing slow kisses again around
his softened flesh. They both rested their heads against his chest,
and now Marc allowed himself to thread his fingers through their
hair. Kate’s was still a little damp, and he combed his fingers
through it like he did to Blake.
“ That was…”
His voice trailed off. He
had no clue how to finish that sentence. Apparently, he wasn’t the
only one with speech difficulties, because Kate laughed—oh, God,
how he had missed her laugh—and said, “It really was. And it’s not
over.”
She raised her head then,
and when Marc did the same, he saw her give Blake a wicked
look.
“ Someone didn’t get a turn
yet,” she said in a sing-song voice.
Laughing quietly, Marc drew
Blake higher onto the bed. His amusement faded when he saw the
traces of wariness at the corners of Blake’s eyes. Everything
wasn’t as good as it seemed, then, was it?
Marc kissed Blake lightly,
just enough to taste both himself and Kate on his lips, then asked,
“What do you want, Childe? Tell us how to make you feel good,
too.”
Having moved higher on the
bed, Kate now sat on Blake’s other side. She didn’t say anything
but rested a hand on Blake’s chest, well above the place where his
cock waited, hard and full. Had she also guessed that Blake’s mind
might be more clouded than they both would have liked?
Blake licked his lips, his
eyes going back and forth between the two of them before he finally
murmured, “Can you… Will you…touch me? Just… Together?”
Marc kissed him again. Kate
reclined on her side and pressed her lips to Blake’s shoulder.
Their hands found each other over his cock, and their