Page 23 of Hellfire & Bowties
Oren’s little hands found Luc’s hips, framing the space above his cock before dipping lower and lower. The tips of his fingers found the ridges, running over them softly, counting each one. Luc hissed and groaned and thrust up into them, smearing some of his natural lubricant against Oren’s shirt, the touch turning him inside out. He’d been edged since the early hours; he was about ready to burst.
“It’s lubricated?” Oren asked.
“Makes things so much quicker and easier.”
Oren shuddered against him, gathering more lubricant on his hands. “Can you do that thing with your tail again?”
Luc ripped the zipper of Oren’s jeans open without a care, and he was lifting his tail to dive straight in when a familiar voice and dragging sound made him pause, much to Oren’s vocal displeasure.
“Can’t you follow anyone else?” Zorun whisper-yelled, getting closer.
“But we’re scared,” Tarik whined loudly.
“Don’t you want to take care of us?” Azoth joined in.
“The kind of taking care of you both need is not in my job description,” Zorun said. He was outside the door now, and Luc prayed to all that was unholy that he just kept on going. “And don’t get that scheming look on your faces!”
“What look?” they asked together, innocently.
“You know what I—”
The door was flung open, and everyone stared. Luc and Oren at the twins literally hanging from Zorun’s horns like ornaments, refusing to let go. And the twins and Zorun staring at Luc’s naked ass and his tail in Oren’s open pants.
“It seems this room is taken,” Zorun said.
“Yes, so if you’ll excuse us—” Luc growled, only to be cut off by an explosion that rocked the hall. Debris fell from the ceiling and dust billowed through the hallway toward them.
Zorun rocketed inside with the twins, squishing all of them into the tight space.
“ZORUN!” Luc bellowed in anger.
“It can’t be helped,” Zorun said, jabbing his spine with an elbow as he tried to fit his massive frame alongside Luc’s. Zorun’s markings lit up the room completely. He was like a walking lamp.
“It smells like sexual frustration in here,” Tarik drawled, and Azoth giggled. They both wrapped their legs around Zorun’s chest, still holding on to his horns quite comfortably.
“You must have great upper body strength,” Oren told them.
“We’re flexible too,” they said together.
Zorun sighed.
Luc growled.
Oren chatted.
Hell calmed down forty minutes later. Forty minutes of pressing against Oren but not being able to have him. Forty minutes of listening to Azoth and Tarik’s inane drivel and innuendos and outright offers of serving themselves to Zorun on a platter.
Luc was about ready to lose his mind.
Any hopes of a romantic tryst had been shattered, so they returned to Luc’s room to get ready for the day. Hell couldn’t run itself, unfortunately. Luc had a number of things to see to out of the office, and Oren had asked to come along.
There was only one thing on Luc’s mind though, and he felt like he was the one undergoing torture.
Twice.
Twice they had been interrupted.
It was patently unfair, and Luc was determined to change it, but his to-do list was as long as his tail.
