“Alright,” I agreed, my pulse hammering in my ears. I glanced over at Bastien, the top of his trousers undone now, one hand tucked into his undergarments while the other swirled the glass of amber liquid.
“This is a change of pace for you,” he said, giving me a wink.
“You don’t have to speak,” I fired back, returning my attention to Azrael as he leaned forward, gripping my cock once more and guiding it to its destination.
The head of my cock grazed his entrance, and I knew that I was in trouble from the growl that resonated from his chest. With gentle pressure, he pressed into it, his entrance already slickened. He took the entirety of my shaft, his fangs bared as he reached the end.
“Source save me,” I muttered, holding onto Azrael’s hips as he shifted forward again, sliding almost off my cock before ramming himself back down in one smooth motion. He let out another growl, softer this time as he set a pace, riding me with such practiced ease it was like he’d been created for this purpose.
Flashes pulsed down the tethers from both of them—for Azrael, the fullness that stoked the flames of his heat—for Bastien, the burn of the liquor on his throat and the thrill of the sights, anticipation building like water on the edge of a boil.
Azrael stroked the end of his tail with one hand, the other placed firmly on my thigh to give him better leverage as he moved. The tether between us was a live wire, sending electric shocks out in both directions each time our bodies crashed together in synchronized pleasure.
I quickly felt myself being lost to the pleasure of Azrael’s body, my mind wiped clean of anything other than the feeling of his heat wrapped around my cock.
Movement out of the corner of my eye drew focus, and I looked over to find Bastien joining in our carnal activities, cock-in-hand.
“Come here,” I beckoned him over. He didn’t hesitate, abandoning his drink and chair to join us by the desk. I reached for him, taking the length of him in my hand. “Closer,” I ordered, drawing him towards my mouth with greedy intent. Turning my head to the side, I dragged my tongue across the head of his cock, savoring the delicate taste.
“You can’t help but serve,” Bastien teased, pulling himself out of my mouth, only to guide it back with more force.
“Fuhh ooo,” I mouthed around his member, stretching my jaw to accommodate his size.
Azrael let out another growl, leaning forward as his pace picked up, the percussions of our flesh filling the space. His cock was hard and hot against my abdomen, a puddle of his own making pooling at my navel.
“Don’t neglect him,” Bastien ordered, his cock still firmly planted in my mouth. “Or can you only please one person at a time?”
I reached for Azrael, wrapping my hand around his slick rod. I could feel him tense at that, the growl morphing into a whimper as he continued to impale himself on my cock.
“There’s a good boy,” Bastien added, running fingers through my hair. “Keep it up. Look how well you’re doing.”
My own limits were quickly approaching, spurred on by Bastien’s encouragement. Azrael showed no signs of slowing down, his own cock leaking across my stomach and his eyes closed tight as he continued his ceaseless bouncing.
“Mmm!” I groaned around Bastien's cock as my muscles tensed and stars exploded across my vision. Azrael didn’t slow as I reached climax inside of him, and I had to pull myself off of Bastien long enough to grab onto his hips and cease his motion. “Just a moment,” I huffed, the twitching neurons of my orgasm still alight.
Another growl, and Azrael leaned down over me with a mouth of sharp fangs.
“More.”
“Try him,” I said, nodding my head toward Bastien. “I need a minute.”
Azrael’s gaze shifted to Bastien, falling immediately to his cock. He lifted off me, sliding off the desk before turning around and bending over it, presenting himself.
“Is this what you want, Azrael?” Bastien asked, raising an eyebrow.
A growl was his response, but then he nodded, sliding over enough on the desk that he could lean down and plant a wet kiss on my lips. Bastien took up a position behind Azrael, and soon his head was cradled against my chest, his growls dissolving into sweet moans that filled me with such affection it nearly spilled over. I held him as Bastien fucked him, running my fingers through his hair and stroking the space behind his ears.
“Fuck,” grunted Bastien, eyes locking with mine. “This is incredible.”
Azrael purred with pride, bucking his hips back into Bastien in a display of dominance. Just how long would he be able to last like this? Did this heat drive him to such lengths?
It wasn’t long before I was hard again, Azrael’s head drifting lower and lower till he’d wrapped his mouth around my cock once more, his tongue swirling the head with such loving attention that I never wanted it to end.
But then Bastien had a better idea.
Reaching around to grab Azrael’s cock, he locked eyes with me again. “It seems a shame to waste such a nice cock, aye, Cirian?”
It took me only a moment to catch on, nodding with such velocity that I was sure to injure myself. I swiped my hand through the puddle of slick that Azrael had left across my abdomen, gathering it and applying it to my entrance with practiced dexterity. Azrael came out of his stupor long enough to realize what was happening as well, releasing his hold of my cock and straightening while Bastien continued to rut him from behind. I slid to the edge of the desk, allowing Azrael to line up at the right angle. A bit of pressure and a subtle sting, and the head of his cock pressed inside of me, sending another burst of stars across my vision.
