Page 47 of Drink Up, Darling
It had been a long time since he’d had a man inside his mouth, and yet now he’d had two in one night, so close together. He remembered the taste of Athens as he eased his mouth up and down Godwin’s length, the new flavours warming his taste buds; Godwin crying out.
Athens wasted no time in joining in, wrapping his arms around Dariel’s waist behind him, and squeezing his hands around Dariel’s filling girth. If his mouth wasn’t occupied, he would have screamed.
Godwin held tightly onto Dariel’s hair, Athens on Dariel’s back as the three of them moved together as one.
‘I never want this to stop.’
‘It doesn’t have to.’
‘We’re still sticking to the plan, yeah? He’s not… we’re not leaving him.’
‘Of course, none of us are going anywhere any time soon.’
‘He tastes…’
‘Better than me?’
‘Different. But I’d have to taste you again to be sure.’
‘Whatever you say, darling.’Athens quickened his hand actions, cupping and squeezing Dariel’s balls at the same time; the slender, tattooed arm keeping him locked tightly in place.
Dariel struggled to swallow, nearly gagging—he was out of practice.
‘Touch yourself.’
‘Demanding again, are we?’
‘I want to feel your hand against my back.’
A few minutes passed before Godwin cried out, nearly pulling Dariel’s hair out and calling his name.
Godwin fell back as Dariel swallowed all he could, blinking deeply. As they parted, Athens lifted Dariel up and pulled his body flush against his chest, leaning back to sit against the pillows so both their legs could stretch out, and Dariel was sat on top of him. Then Athens inserted a finger into Dariel’s mouth, coaxing ragged breaths as he grasped their free hands together and slid Dariel’s fingers between both their legs, forcing Dariel to tease Athens’ entrance.
Dariel arched at the restraint, moaning out, Athens not letting go.
‘Deeper, you can’t hurt me.’Athens shuffled them back slightly to let Dariel bend forwards to work his fingers in more.
‘I… I…’
‘Aww, you can’t even think straight.’
“Gentlemen,” Godwin said, breathing and pulse slowing back to a normal rate.
“Yes, dear?” Athens said completely settled and sure, despite Dariel squirming on top of him, stroking himself in one hand as he fluttered his fingers between Athens’ folds.
“I can’t stop looking at you both. You’re beautiful. Angels sent from heaven. Just for me.”
“Just for you, Godwin. Now touch yourself when you address us, it’s bad form not to,” Athens insisted.
Godwin nodded frantically as Dariel slowed his own hand to match the pace of the man before him.
For a minute there was silence, only heavy breaths and jerking movements, Athens’ fingers slipping down Dariel’s throat, pulling him back once more as Dariel came again, making a mess on his stomach and the sheets around them.
Godwin’s eyes widened at the scene, rubbing himself harder in adoration of the art in front of him.
“Messy little man, aren’t you?” Athens whispered into Dariel’s ear before nibbling the tip of it.
“I need to be inside you. Need to feel you come around me.”
