Page 79 of Refrain
As he sucked the salt drops from his fingertips, his blood pressure spiked. The throb of it beat in his sinuses. His breathing got raspy, then his balance became shot. Didn’t matter, Luthor held him up. Better still, the filthy bugger started dirty talking into his ear. Voice all husky and low, telling him how fucking horny it was making him watching his boyfriend swallow Spook’s cock, and suggesting other things he might like to see.
Spook reached behind him and grabbed Luthor’s arse. The feel of Luthor’s cock poking him in the back made him jerk, but his words were soothing. His lips traced Spook’s skin as he spoke. “You never need to worry about me taking more than you’re willing to give. You’re so fucking sexy when you let go, do you know that?”
It wasn’t something he readily believed, but in that moment he did. Nor did he care that it was all happening lightning fast. He had nothing to prove. No need to peacock. And the best, absolute fucking best thing about Xane, was that the party was never over once you were spent. This was the just the warm-up.
Xane’s eyes were streaming. There was drool all over his chin. It dribbled all over Spook’s thighs.
“You might need to ease up on him.”
Fuck that.
“You really are a sadistic fucker.”
That was it. He was done. The words. Xane’s mouth. His tears… The pleasure snapped through him, cruel and keen, the joy of it shooting straight into Xane’s throat, while his teeth dug fast into his bottom lip.
Pulse after glorious pulse of it. Luthor holding him steady, refusing to let him sag into a boneless heap even when his legs threatened to buckle. A low rumble of pleasure escaped Xane’s lips as he finally took a deep breath. He rose, swiping his arm across his mouth, and kissed him so his mouth filled with the taste of his own come. When they broke apart, Xane smiled at him like the cat who’d got the cream. “That’s fifty quid you owe me,” he teased.
Spook, still breathing through the last of the shivers, coughed around a bubble of mirth. “You undercharge. Always did.”
Luthor reached out and dabbed the smear of come from the corner of Xane’s mouth with his little finger. Then leaned in. The two of them set to kissing right over Spook’s shoulder. He wriggled sideways, allowing them the space to make their bodies clash. Immediately, they started drifting towards the bed. They almost reached it, before the pair of them turned as one and dragged him along too.
“Not done with you yet.”
“Not remotely.”
They fell onto the bed, a tangle of arms and legs, too much hair, all of which got caught and knotted them up. It didn’t matter whose hands were touching who or where, whether the mouth around his nipple belonged to Xane or Luthor, or whose arse he was kneading. His blood was alight despite his recent orgasm. His clothes were already gone. Luthor relieved Xane of his jeans, tearing them down his legs. His own shorts seemed to fall away on command.
Xane’s breath whispered against Spook’s ear ahead of his tongue circling the lobe. “This really the future you’re looking for?”
Maybe. It certainly had things in its favour. Simplicity of a kind for one.
“Quit asking him questions. Let the man live in the moment,” Luthor chastised.
That, he did like the sound of. The opportunity to exist outside his head for a while. To revel in sensation, live for it and nothing else. He smothered whatever Xane meant to say next with a kiss. Felt the tingles of it through his throat and chest, and down into his limbs. Meanwhile, Luthor got busy with them both, filling his hands up with their cocks. He’d just come, but that didn’t seem to matter. After being parched of sensation and affection for so long, the button for his libido seemed to have jammed in the on position. He eagerly rocked his hips.
“Need you,” Xane gasped. For a fleeting moment, he imagined those words were directed at him.
Luthor dispelled him of that notion. Not intentionally. “Yeah?” he groaned, and rolled onto his back, while Xane got a condom on in record time. Then, he was leaning over Luthor, pushing his knees up towards his chest, while his tongue went places with such confidence, it burned off any residual shame Spook felt over his presence.
“Here?” Xane asked softly.
His answer came as a gasp, and eventually, “You know it. Use me however you need.”
“Ah yes, because it’s all about what I need.” The burr of warmth and humour in Xane’s voice created fluttery sensations in Spook’s stomach, and he wasn’t even who they were directed at. “Never exactly hear you saying no or preaching restraint. Face it, Luth, you’re as horny as I am most of the time.”
“Can’t imagine why that might be.”
Even a saint could be corrupted to sin by Xane’s radiant sexuality. Spook recalled that was the name Ginny called Dani, but not even that shimmer of guilt could knock him out of this sexual haze.
Lube came out of the drawer and went places daylight didn’t see. Then, Xane rose over Luthor’s body, drawing a line along the groove of his boyfriend’s arse with his hard-on.
“Fuck, yeah. Come on, give it to me.”
“Oh, I’m going to give it you. That’s a promise.”
Xane lined them up.
“Please.” A blush scored Luthor’s cheeks. “Need you.”
