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The Imdiko waved at the dual erections his naked clanmate sported. “I’m afraid of being stabbed in the wrong places by those.” He retreated to the chair Avir had recently occupied.
“They are rather enthusiastic,” Avir admitted. He seemed to be in no particular hurry, however, as he propped his cheek on his hand and contemplated Matt. “Hello, clanmate.”
“Hello.” Sated as he was, Matt beamed without reluctance. Youthful recovery was his superpower, after all. He turned on his side to snuggle Avir, trusting the demanding Dramok would exercise his own superpower to arouse him sooner rather than later.
“Happy?” Avir stroked his hair from his cheek.
“Ridiculously.”
“I’m glad to hear it. Gladder if I have any part of it.”
“You’re exactly one-third of everything to do with it.”
Avir chuckled. “Me, Masok, and the new guitar?”
“Hey!” Kom yelled, but he laughed from his position, leaning against the wall.
Avir’s arms wrapped around Matt, pulling him closer. He nuzzled his neck, and Matt burrowed tight against the muscled body. He would have hugged Avir in return, but his arms were trapped in the circle of the Dramok’s embrace.
It seemed Avir might have snared him on purpose. His mouth was wet on the side of Matt’s neck, and the sharp points of fangs stabbed his flesh. Matt yelped at the instant of pain that ended as quickly as it had come. He trembled as Avir fed intoxicant to his veins, making his mind as much a prisoner as his body.
The venom worked quickly, sending euphoria through Matt’s senses as seconds passed. The younger man wasn’t ready to recover his libido quite yet, but he warmed steadily under Avir’s influence, eager to give his Dramok anything he demanded.
Avir released the bite and drew back to look at Matt’s face. “I love it when you smile.”
“You didn’t have to bite me to get me to smile.” Bliss snared him in caressing tendrils. It was easy to feel good under the influence of a Kalquorian’s bite, and he couldn’t deny he enjoyed it when it happened. Kom had bitten him often when they’d first become intimate, because Matt hadn’t initially been able to overcome fear unless he did so.
“I want you to do me a favor, Mattie.”
“Anything.”
“Tell me what you wish to do right now. What pleasure would you like to claim?”
Matt considered. He still wasn’t aroused, though thanks to Avir’s bite, it wouldn’t take long. At the moment, he wanted only to be close to him. To share his love. To share his freedom to love without fear.
He pushed against the strength holding him helpless. “Let me show you what I want.”
Avir released him. Matt pressed his lips to the Dramok’s, kissing him with all the adoration he possessed. Their tongues met in a toe-curling dance and sent Matt the signal desire was opening sleepy eyes.
He kissed his way along Avir’s chin, his throat, to the hollow between his collar bones where he discovered the thrum of his pulse. Matt pressed his lover’s shoulder, and Avir obediently rolled onto his back. The Dramok’s fingers combed through Matt’s hair as he traveled lower, to the broad expanse of chest.
Matt had seldom had the opportunity to explore any of his lovers. They hadn’t kept him from doing so. It had been his terror of acting on his desires preventing him from experiencing any member of the clan so fully. Even the bite hadn’t freed him enough to do so.
Waking from the nightmare of Sven Larsen had at last liberated Matt. He traced Avir’s carved pectorals, investigated the stiff points of his nipples, and tasted them. He kissed and sucked them as he enjoyed his being kissed and sucked. Judging from how Avir’s breathing quickened, he’d learned the skill well.
He journeyed down his abdomen, enthralled by the hills of muscle he encountered. His tongue traced the ridge that formed a vee at the bottom, and he noted how it pointed straight to Avir’s gleaming erections.
He considered the twin cocks. He’d tasted the men, but only when they’d offered themselves. It was his first stab at taking the initiative to do so on his own.
He began with the smaller secondary, investigating its veins. Moisture gleamed on his fingertips from tracing their paths. Glancing at Avir’s fervent expression, he licked the spicy sweetness on his fingers clean. The Dramok’s breath caught.
Matt used his tongue directly on his lover’s cocks. Avir’s shafts twitched in reaction. Matt flattened his tongue on the secondary, lapping sensual juices, his eyes half-closed like a contented cat’s. He licked from base to tapered tip, claiming Avir’s excitement as the Dramok whispered moans of bliss.
Matt wrapped his hand around the base of the secondary. Holding the larger cock out of the way, he went down on Avir, sucking as he descended, taking him to his fist. Still sucking, he retreated, his tongue rubbing a throbbing vein as he went. Down again, swallowing all he could manage, enjoying the taste of his lover.
Avir’s fingers dove in his hair, stroking it as he bobbed over him, then drawing it back so he could watch Matt fellate him. It was exciting to know all three of his clanmates witnessed him fearlessly pleasuring his Dramok. He was getting hard again, though no one touched him there. Warmth crept in his sack and cock, as if it were he receiving the attention. Serving Avir aroused him.
“Beautiful Mattie,” Avir sighed.
