Page 47 of A Subtle Scar
“So how are we doing this? We could wrestle like usual or—”
Charon was faster, moving like a sheet of black fog, although that was just mostly his hair. He fused his lips to Hermes’s and dove right into a punishingly hard kiss, his arms tightening around the much broader immortal. I may have gasped.
Charon shifted fast the moment surprise registered on Hermes’s face, the moment those honey eyes went wide.
With the approximate strength and litheness of a cobra, Charon executed something that was more martial art than foreplay, forcing Hermes to lean forward on the bed and guiding him further with a hand on the golden-haired immortal’s neck until Hermes was perpendicular to me, one cheek on the sheets, puffy breaths coming out of his mouth.
“I don’t need to wrestle you to have you on all fours, but it is enjoyable,” Charon said, his voice sweet, tender, and heated with just a trace of sharpness. He looked at me. “I’ll take him from behind. He looks good on all fours.” He let go of Hermes’s head and massaged the immortal’s ass, tilting it so I got a good look. “Don’t you think?”
“I…I…” Speechless. Those two had rendered me speechless, which did not happen. How?
“Just put it in. I want to have a go too,” Hermes mumbled into the sheets.
Charon cocked his head. “Oh, do you? You made me take care of myself the last time. Payback is a bitch, Hermes.”
“What? C’mon, Ronny, you liked it.”
Charon slapped Hermes’s butt without preamble, and as a result, Hermes yelped. As another result, I drew the sheets closer to me, because my cock was filling. Charon glanced back with a knowing smirk.
“You also hogged the comforter.”
“Less slapping, more fucking. And you stole the comforter back during the night.”
Charon massaged Hermes’s cheeks. “It was mine to begin with. And I’ll make this mine as well.” With zero warning, he slapped Hermes again.
Fuck, that was hot, and it was inappropriate. What were they thinking?
“You like that don’t you?” Charon purred.
“No, I fucking don’t. How about I—” Hermes started to push himself up off the mattress, but Charon leaned forward, and I saw his own swollen cock, still barely covered by his panties, rubbing between Hermes’s cheeks.
“I wasn’t talking to you. Darling, you like me playing with Hermes, don’t you, darling?”
Charon looked at me even as he ground his hips against Hermes. Damn, that was a sight. Charon was coiled strength wrapped in a pale package with silky black hair for a ribbon, and those small, ineffective thrusts were enthralling.
I realized he was waiting for an answer, and Hermes had gone still, craning his head my way as best as he could, waiting as well.
“Yeah,” I croaked out. “But look, this isn’t what I meant about the porn channel.”
“Hush, darling. We’ll take care of your needs.”
Hermes said, “You could take care of mine. And okay to the slapping, but don’t leave any handprints on me or the next time I rail you—’’
Charon pulled back, slapping both of Hermes’s ass cheeks so fast, there was barely time for a scream to escape from the blond immortal’s lips.
Hermes writhed, his topaz skin shimmery with sweat. He looked lickable. No person at all had the right to look that lickable, but with my cock almost painfully stiff now, I would have licked him, even though I knew it would send the wrong signal. To those two. To my own sense of boundaries and control. This kind of stuff—I went to clubs to get this. I didn’t take it home. If I ever took anything home, it was for a casual night between the sheets, not this.
Whatever this was.
“Darling, look at me.” Charon’s voice sounded commanding now, and I obeyed.
I had no idea what it was about Charon, but my eyes flicked to him, then down so I saw him through the awning of my lashes. He used that moment to push his panties down with one hand and rub his own cock in slow, languid strokes. “You can touch yourself while you watch. That’s what the porn channel is for.”
It sounded so utterly…caring, and the smile with which he delivered the words, rattled something in my mind.
My eyes misted. I wasn’t sure what it was about Charon that made him have this effect on me, but I didn’t like it. He was that hidden strength, and when it peeked through, I unraveled, and I didn’t understand why that was.
“Or you could let me move, and I could suck Chandler’s cock. Baby, I have a skill set. I can make you cum in under—ow!”
