Page 43 of Drink Up, Darling
“Wait!” Athens held up a hand to him. “Slow down. You had your fun, that’s hardly fair.” He stood and prowled over to Dariel, who continued to step back as a tease until he hit the desk on the far wall and had no choice but to give in.
Athens pressed his frame against Dariel’s, palming his cock beneath the trousers, the only remaining barrier between them.
“I thought about this years ago, can you believe that?” Athens whispered into Dariel’s ear while his fingers pulled at the zip and Dariel shimmied his hips to allow the material to fall to a puddle at his feet, his underwear following immediately after.
“I used to touch myself thinking about you.” Athens pushed Dariel back with a giddy mumble, Dariel’s bare arse biting into the glossy wood behind them as he was bent backwards and Athens slid down his body like a predator and his prey, all the way down until his mouth found Dariel’s hard cock and he took it inch by inch as if he’d already done it many times before.
They would have continued if it were not for the knock on the door.
Athens pulled back, saliva on his chin that he quickly wiped as he rose to full height. Dariel stood, mind whirring with the delirium of unfinished satisfaction.
‘I believe that’s the master of the house.’
Chapter Eleven
It took Dariel a moment or two to travel back to himself, feeling the warmth of Athens’ mouth disappear as the other man pulled back. He had been embarrassingly close to finishing, blinking away stars. The knock almostannoyedhim.
Athens walked over to the door, pale body lithe and angelic; fine, red-black hair flowing with the movement of his hips. Dariel watched as the taller man leaned his ear against the door, hand already reaching for the handle as he called out to the other side. “Godwin? Are you ready?” Athens looked up to where Dariel was still resting against the desk and winked.Cruel.
Dariel blinked as a response and stood up, suddenly very conscious of his nakedness, ready to pick up his discarded shirt.
A muffled sound came from behind the door. “I am, yes. I… would you both…” Godwin still sounded unsure of his words, nerves radiating even from the landing.
“How would you like us, Godwin?” Athens asked sincerely.
How would you like us served?Dariel held his shirt against his privates, hoping it would dull every overwhelming sensation coursing through his veins.
“There’s some… behind you, to the right, in the wardrobe. Inside there are two silk robes. Dressing gowns. If you wouldn’t mind putting them on? I had to guess sizes but…”
Athens bit his lip and closed his eyes, suppressinglaughter?
Dariel frowned, then his companion stared at him, face back to being serious.
‘This man is too sweet.’
Dariel relaxed into a smile. Athens wasn’t judging, he was holding back joy.
“Well then, we better do as the master of the house says,” Dariel said, loud enough to be heard from beyond the door. He dropped his shirt and walked over to the other side of the room to trace his fingers over the mahogany wardrobe before pulling the pin that held the doors closed. Athens was by his side a second later, the taller man’s presence gracing Dariel’s back with the warmth of breath. Athens’ hand wandered around to Dariel’s cock, snaking around his length as Dariel reached up to pull out the silk shawls.
Dariel closed his eyes and melted into the touch, but the first moan of pleasure he let out shot his eyes wide open in realisation.
‘We need to wait for him now. It’s unfair we’re leaving him out.’
‘Oh, I know,”Athens’ grip loosened slightly.‘But I still wantyounow.’He pleaded into their minds.
The two separated with mild difficulty and examined the gowns they’d been left with. The finest deep red silk embroidered with black lace with a sash of black and gold ribbon woven through the belt loops.
Athens held his robe up, eyes the size of golf balls as he examined the material. “Damn, this has my name written all over it. It’s a dream.” He scrunched the fabric between his long fingers, intensely analysing.
Dariel rested his flat on the bed. “It’s a beautiful design,” he said, dusting his fingers over the detailing within the lace. He then turned around to see the other man had already slipped his on, and was twirling around in it, hair blending into the colours almostperfectly.It truly was made for Athens; the vampire tying it loosely at the waist to still show off the triangle of chest in the middle. The silk hung off him as smoothly as flowing water.
Dariel quickly dressed himself in his own robe, wrapping the flaps of material around his body slightly tighter. It felt like heaven over his back and shoulders, truly one of the most divine things he’d ever allowed himself to wear.
“May I come in?” Godwin called out, and after absorbing each other’s appearance, the pair of them strode back over to the door, approving Godwin’s entrance.
The older looking man entered slowly, dressed in a robe not too dissimilar, though his was much less fancy. It was the deep green of a forest, but instead was trimmed in a simple strip of pale gold. No lace or extra detailing, though still of the finest silk.
He looked hesitant, chewing the inside of his cheek, causing his moustache to twitch. He smelled of pine, the fresh shower scent swirling into Dariel’s nostrils.
