Page 45 of Drink Up, Darling
Dariel did not wait for Athens to move first, he already picked his side and lay himself down to the left of Godwin, making sure his robe covered everything. He was joined by Athens, who lay himself down to Godwin’s right with far more artistic control. Their minds touched briefly as they both became offerings to the man who now stood at the foot of the bed, breathing heavily.
“Are you both okay with this?” Their host double checked, unsure in himself still.
“More than,” Dariel said, tipping his head against the soft bedding. “I want you.” He let it all out.
Athens grinned. “I’m waiting.”
The base of the bed dipped as a third body joined them, Godwin kneeling between the pair of them, hands raising to undo each belt at the same time.
Athens sighed quietly in satisfaction.
The silk pooled to each side of their bodies as Godwin traced a calloused hand all the way up from their ankles to their bare torsos, taking his time stroking fingers over every curve, every angle, sending shivers down Dariel’s spine. They had to share the experience; it was going to be exquisite.
‘So rough and gentle at the same time.’
‘He’s done this before, surely, he—’Dariel was the first to make a sound, breath betraying him. If he locked eyes with Athens now, the other vampire would never let it down that he crumbled at the slightest touch, so instead he looked up to a kneeling Godwin, the other man’s eyes flicking from both bodies before him rapidly, as if one may disappear any minute, though he didn’t know which. His hand slowly raised up Dariel’s body until it found his chest and it stilled, wide palm casing the dead heart beneath the ribs.
He trembled slightly, as if he were holding a fragile ornament, but the pressure grew more intense as confidence welled into him. He looked fascinated.
“It is true you possess no heart,” he said to the both of them.
Dariel heard Athens shake his head against the sheets. “Notnoheart. An un-beating one. Our hearts still fill the space, we are human after all. Like you said before, it still beats in our souls.”
“That is true,” Godwin said softly.
Dariel watched the rise and fall of Athens’ chest where Godwin’s other hand was pressed, glad in that moment his heart no longer beat, for it may have betrayed him entirely.
“Forgive me, it was only an observation. A confirmation of my findings.” Godwin pulled back.
Athens adjusted himself to a seating position against the pillows, his body exposed as the silk slid beneath him. He lifted his knees slightly, parting his legs.
Hunger rose in Dariel’s stomach again, throat parched.
Godwin’s eyes fixed to Athens’ body as he repositioned his own to sit back, knees and ankles clicking as he did so. The belt of his own shawl loosened to expose his chest almost entirely. Dariel stayed lying down, too loose to move as his eyes fixed between the pair of them, the dim yellow glow in the room illuminating them both like saints.
“What else did you wish to prove?” Athens asked lazily, desire coating his words.
“Most has been proven, including if it is possible for vampires to experience arousal.” Godwin’s hand wandered over to Dariel’s left thigh, dangerously close to a movement that definitely would have taken Dariel over the edge. “I’m glad I learned that already.”
Now both pairs of eyes burned into Dariel.
“He’s a pretty one, isn’t he?” Athens said.
“An angel,” Godwin added.
‘I’m holding on but I…’
‘Don’t, let go.’
Dariel caved, struggling to quickly drag himself up and remove the sleeves of the gown, baring his skin entirely to the two men before him. “Someone touch me, I can’t take this.”
Godwin moved first, grabbing Dariel’s pulsing cock and rubbing slow and hard, thumb circling the tip. Athens moved to cover Dariel’s body with his arms and sunk down into a kiss, stealing Dariel’s breath.
The two men worked effortlessly to pleasure Dariel, allowing him to fully disappear into his own world of bliss. Godwin worked both his hands around Dariel’s thighs and groin, pushing Dariel’s legs up and apart further to work his fingers around sensitive parts, causing Dariel to shake as his body became completely undone. Athens worked his mouth over Dariel’s lips, neck, and torso, leaving no area unexplored. Dariel raised his hips and back, whimpering and yearning to betouched and held deeper by both men. They had to practically pin him down as tension rose and Dariel grew close to release.
Athens pulled away and looked into Dariel’s eyes briefly before turning his head to watch Godwin hard at work.
Dariel reached out to pull Athens’ chin back towards him with grabbing hands. “Come back,” he pleaded, almost silently with the remaining breath in his lungs, lips sore.
