Page 44 of Drink Up, Darling
Godwin closed the door behind him and stepped before the pair, hands grasped loosely in front of him.
“Oh,” Godwin sighed with a smile, pulling at the chord around his waist, “you both look so handsome.”
Dariel was still warm from his previous endeavour with Athens, but hearing Godwin’s soothing voice again sent him spiralling. His breathing went entirely out of control as he eyed Godwin up and down. The other man’s chest was slightly exposed, showing the bed of greying hair rising up his sternum, matching the coarse, pale hairs on his solid calves. Dariel gulped, fully hard.
There was a brief pause of ‘what next?’before anyone spoke again. Dariel was already imagining all the positions he hoped to give and experience over the course of the night, and tried to hold back the begging he was so close to doing.
Athens stepped forward, hands loose by his side. “You know the man I am, yes?” He took a sharp inhale and held on in anticipation of Godwin’s response, standing eye level with the man in front of him.
Their host smiled, lowering his head. “Oh, yes. I do. I believe I figured it out a while ago. You are okay with… going ahead, yes?”
Athens breathed out. “Of course, it’s nice not having to make a big deal of it.”
“Well you are one of the most beautiful men I have ever encountered, dear Athens.” He held Athens’ shoulder and squeezed. “I’m very glad I found you. Glad it will be you.” Mild melancholy laced his voice.
Dariel inwardly winced.He still thinks he’s going to die tonight.
Athens just smiled.
“And Dariel,” Godwin had a nervous cough, looking down slightly at Dariel’s body, “have I, erm…” their host blushed, pulse quickening at his discovery, “or was that Athens’ doing?”
The only thing Dariel could do was laugh, eyes closed to save embarrassment, until a warm, rough hand found the shape of his neck and entered his space. He reopened his eyes to meet the deep browns, greens and golds of Godwin’s irises; thick, light brown eyebrows hanging over his brow in a permanent but soft scowl. His glasses had been removed, allowing Dariel to fully admire the beauty of the man’s eyes. He gulped again. “Both,” he panted out, maintaining focus as he stepped even closer so their bodies were almost touching. Godwin was a good few inchestaller than Dariel, so he let his head press into Godwin’s chest, focusing in on the strong beating of his heart.
A ghost of a hand reached for his erection, and he almost pushed fully into it. If it were not for the sudden hunger pangs he felt, causing him to push away abruptly in a panic.
He shouldn’t feel hungry, but sometimes arousal clouded his senses. He couldn’t think straight.
Godwin staggered back a little, fear in his eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry, was that too soon? Are you not… you don’t have to…”
‘You okay?’
‘I’m fine, sorry, yes. He’s… I need to fuck or be fucked in the next half hour, or I might scream.’
Athens answered for him, making a small noise from deep in his throat. “He’s hungry. He’ll be fine in a moment. You can have your fun with him soon.”
Godwin’s gaze settled. “And you?” he questioned innocently.
Athens raised his head but looked down slightly, walking over to Godwin and placing a finger under his chin, indicating he had maybe an inch or two on their host. “My body is yours tonight, dear Godwin. Do as you please,” he promised in a sensual whisper.
Dariel watched Godwin’s lips part slightly as Athens held him up, desire in both men’s eyes.
“Shall we?” Letting go of Godwin and pacing backwards, Athens lifted an arm and pointed towards the bed as elegantly as the Creation of Adam, his long sleeve flowing alongside his hair in one fluid motion, like a fairy prince from a childhood tale.
If the vampires of fiction were truly real, Athens was the closest thing to a king to Dariel. A regal vampire lord who lived in the crumbling ruin of a castle in the deepest shadows in the corner of the world.
Maybe this could be their castle.
Godwin looked to be moving over to the bed, but he held back, turning to face Athens again. The way Athens looked down to Godwin then flicked his gaze over to Dariel almost sent him to his knees. It did not feel like only moments ago his tongue had been between Athens’ legs, the man above him fully surrendering to the touch. No, now he believed he would need to win back that privilege again, as the taller man lifted his head high and held the room with a ten-foot presence.
Ruin me, Athens.
“Tell us how you hoped this evening would begin,” Athens practically demanded; a lord to his subjects.
Dariel stayed silent, stepping over to stand side by side with Godwin, their arms brushing.
“The bed, please. I want you both lying on the bed. So I can take my time. Sowecan take our time.”
Oh, this is going to be fun.
