Page 49 of A Subtle Scar
Charon, instead of dealing Hermes a deserved slap, pushed back into Hermes and at the same time, he reached forward to grab Hermes’s golden hair.
Hermes screamed. My cock twitched. Those two were indeed better than porn, Hermes, his strong muscles straining as he took Charon up the ass, the half-moon curve of his spine underlining his strength and submission, and Charon, mysterious and seductive, but also playfully viscous the way he flexed his hips and held Hermes in position.
“Ronny! Ah! You said—oh, yes—no hair pulling. Yes, there!”
Charon stopped, pulled Hermes’s head back farther, and Hermes whimpered. “I told you not to pull my hair. I’m giving you a taste of it.”
I licked my lips. My skin felt dry and overheated, and I was thirsty. Hermes’s eyes met mine, and he grinned at me.
“I don’t understand why you’re complaining about it. It’s…not all bad,” Hermes said, never mind that he could barely move with how tightly Charon’s hold on his hair was. “Ronny, keep going. I want to suck Chandler off while you fuck me.”
“I…” I had not been at a loss for words for a long, long time. It made me tingle all over, made me feel like I’d stumbled into a fantasy world that was all wrong, different from reality in details that felt grander than they truly were.
Charon turned to regard me with his pleasure-brightened eyes. “You want him?”
My heart thundered in my chest. I didn’t think. I nodded.
“Huh. You’re getting whatever you want, darling, but—” Charon pulled out, and instead of landing another slap on Hermes’s pink ass, he reached down and grabbed on tightly, judging by the wide-eyed squeal. “Behave.”
Hermes nodded as best as he was able, then focused his amber eyes on me. “I’ll be good,” he said. His Adam’s apple made me take in the sweat-slick skin on his throat when Charon released him and Hermes swallowed.
Charon was still hard as he allowed Hermes to move across the bed on all fours. I hadn’t known how hot it could be, watching one immortal with his lace panties around his knees leading a second immortal by the hair, but it was hot.
I could smell their combined musk, the undertones of cloves and cedarwood when a smiling Hermes peeled my boxers off my legs, tossed them away, and took up position. He pulled the sheets out of the way and almost off the bed before nudging my knees apart. He licked his lips when he knew I was watching. Fuck, but he was one of those rare finds, someone who was all the more dominant when they were in the seemingly submissive role.
I wondered what Hermes was like when he wasn’t the one on his knees, and my cock gave an involuntary twitch.
Hermes noticed and looked down. “Straining to let me taste you? Baby, you’ll love my mouth. Come morning, you’ll be addicted. And you’ll—”
Charon hissed. “You cannot suck if you’re talking that much.”
“I won’t be able to talk at all once I fellate our boyfr—erm, Chandler into delirious ecstasy, so give me this, Ronny.”
Charon and I locked eyes, and for a second, he looked like a comic book villain, a really pretty one. He leaned to the side until he literally had Hermes by the balls. The latter opened his mouth to groan, and Charon pushed Hermes’s head forward until I felt the warm breath on my cock and thighs.
“Get to work, Hermes,” Charon said.
I looked down at myself and at the objectively hot immortal who was being pressed toward my cock by another objectively hot immortal. It was not a sight you saw every day, and going by the look on Hermes’s face, it showed. His cheeks dimpled briefly before he stuck his tongue out—and licked over my tip.
I had self-control, but I still jerked my hips forward toward Hermes, whose movement was still restricted by Charon.
“He could not pay for his pizza,” Charon said and finally let go of Hermes’s hair. “He will be paying like this.” Charon took a moment to slip his panties off and walked around Hermes on his knees and casually spread the latter’s legs to give himself room. “Although technically, he will be getting an additional treat if he does well, won’t he, darling?”
“Sure. Extra treat.” I sounded like an idiot. My only excuse was the warm suction that engulfed me as Hermes worked his way down, taking me deeper. And deeper.
“He’ll have to think of a way to compensate you for it,” Charon said. I watched him spread Hermes’s cheeks and slide back into the other immortal, and just like that, I wasn’t sure where to look.
One immortal was between my legs and staring up at me while he sucked and licked, and the other was thrusting. And thrusting. All while he gazed at me as if he wanted to be inside me rather than Hermes.
Hermes, now that he no longer had someone push his head down, ran his fingers and hands over the insides of my thighs and up toward my belly button, which got him my attention. If his slow blinking and gagless deepthroating was any indication, he liked that.
I was mesmerized—and massively turned on—by how he used his tongue, his hands, by how he swallowed without any indication it was work for him. The sounds that Charon made while he leisurely fucked into Hermes, the way it rocked his body in a rhythm I felt in the shivers that started at the soles of my feet and went up all the way to my hairline, all of that was the most perfectly lewd background noise I could have ever hoped for.
“Shit, you can come up for air,” I said after Hermes hadn’t done so in way too long. His color didn’t look off, but I didn’t want to have him pass out from swallowing me and stopping to breathe. “Slow down,” I said to Charon.
Charon did and Hermes pulled off, wiping his chin. He was drooling all over the place, and it was sexy.
“I could stop if you turn around and you—ow!”
