Page 51 of Five to Love Him
I felt the embarrassment in my cheeks. “A virgin. You’re not a virgin, right?”
An odd little expression passed over the one’s face, maybe wistfulness, or did they look hurt, did they think I expected them to be?
“No. Are you scared?”
I swallowed, my throat tight, and I tried escaping that blue-eyed gaze, but the hive kept my chin in place.
“I think so. And just to be clear, I’m glad you have experience.” I looked away nervously, a tenseness in their jaw almost shutting me up, but then I’d come this far. “I watched porn, you know, and I read stuff. I know what we could do, deep-throating and anal of course, also docking, sounding…”
They released my chin and kissed my forehead. “Did you make a list? We like making lists too when we’re anxious. It helps us calm down. When we met you two days ago, we made one about you.”
I tilted my head, my nose brushing their lips awkwardly. “You took notes about me? Hey, are you taking notes now?”
They grinned. “No. We want to focus on you right now. Or do you think we should be taking notes, Leo?”
“N-no! That would be weird.”
“Good weird?”
Well, their grin had a toxic quality to it, making them really handsome but adding a dash of bad boy vibes. I couldn’t remember ever really craving either handsome or bad boy, but there was a first time for everything, and I wanted this. Wanted the hive.
“You think you’re funny, huh. Is there a joke that starts with, a hive walks into a bar?”
“We’re not really that funny, and if we walked into a bar, it would take us one, two, three, four, and so on. You’d have to count hivelings like sheep, and it would put you to sleep, which is the opposite of a good joke. Would you like us to tickle you instead, Leo?”
I relaxed, laughed. “You are so weird, hive. The good weird. To answer your question, I don’t do that. Make lists, I mean. What I said, the docking and stuff, those are just the things…I guess that’s what people like.” Then realization hit me. I’d watched porn and followed all those tags, had inevitably seen things before I was mentally ready for them, but all the same, it had been…educational. “You’re several. Y-you want to, ah, you want to do double penetration?”
Warm hands stroked over my limbs, and the hive tangled their feet with mine. Only now did I notice that I was warm without having to wear socks in bed. Despite not actually being in a bed, this was already more comfortable than I had been in a long while.
“We can imagine it. We can imagine all the things you said, but just because you know what they are doesn’t mean you have to try them all right away. If you gave us permission, we think we’d like to touch you first. We also want to kiss you all over. We’d want to watch you closely because we don’t want to miss what you look like when you let go, when you cum.”
“Oh.”
It felt as if I was sweating bullets. The hive was calm, composed, sure of themself. Maybe nothing could really shake them because they were several.
“We think you are very pretty.” They ran a hand along my cheek, their touch warm and soft.
With a pang, I realized I wanted more of it, more than I already had with two of them being so close to me. Yes, I was curiously scared about the sex, but it was this, the intimacy and their gentleness that tipped me over.
“Okay, yes.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, consent. Yes. You can…we can. I’m not sure what I should be doing, but if you tell me, I’ll do it.”
Their smile glowed with warmth. “Ah. We’d like it best if you enjoyed.” The door opened, light and three more hivelings filtering into the room. “Is this okay?”
My eyes darted around as the other hivelings sat on the bed nest around me.
“I’m never sure where to look.”
“Wherever you want. Keep your eyes open.”
“Why?”
Their pale cheeks took on color. “We just want you to look at us. We want you to see us.”
“O-okay.”
