Chapter Fourteen: Sweet perfumes of incense, graceful rooms of alabaster stone…
Adam's POV
Drake had tried so hard to be on his best behavior, but his body had been rigid with tension all through dinner. Whether he was uncomfortable or nervous, I wasn't sure. Perhaps there was both. He seemed incredibly stiff in his words and actions up to the point that I was walking out of the small dining area with my hands pressed to the small's of both his and Tommy's backs. Tonight was our night to unwind together. First time in two or three weeks, if I remembered correctly.
The familiar ache of want was already tightening its sinful coil in the pit of my stomach as we neared the doors of my chamber. My hands felt heavy against their skin and I had a fleeting urge to shove them through the chamber door. Something was clawing in my stomach to dominate. To mark them both. The reason for this want was unknown to me, but the painful desire was familiar enough to me.
Tommy reached forward, pulling open the door and stepping aside for me and Drake to enter. I took Tommy's wrist in my grasp, tugging him forward. He pulled the door with him, and it slammed shut behind us. Drake jumped, turning to me as I brought him close to me, pressing a hard kiss to his mouth. He moaned instantly, his fingers digging into my broad shoulders. Tommy stood directly behind me, his thin body pressed to mine. His lips left feathery touches between my shoulders, his tongue marking the outlines of the tattoos in my skin.
My tongue darted into Drake's wet mouth, tasting the caverns of his cheeks and the muscle, sliding back and forth. Heated moans were pouring from his throat into mine as Tommy's nimble fingers worked effortlessly to strip us of our necklaces and jewels. We would have no need for them tonight. The tedious yet necessary matters were done and taken care of. Now… Now it was just us.
My hands palmed Drake's face as I kissed him before I broke it, pressing another to his cheek before turning my head to face Tommy. He was standing on the step above me, just barely towering by an inch or so. He leaned down, his lips meeting mine in a gentle kiss. His tongue slid along the edge of my lower lip before splitting the seam and sliding inside, warm and heavy. I groaned, taking another step down and winding an arm around his waist.
"My Pharaoh—" Drake's voice was soft, needy. I broke mine and Tommy's kiss sooner than I had with Drake, and I glanced back over to him. In the moonlight, his eyes were glittering with desire, his hands gripping onto my arm and my hand, pulling me towards the bed.
My heart stuttered in my chest as I stared down at him. He held onto me like he needed me for more than what his presence was required of. He squeezed my hand in his, lacing our fingers together like he needed me for more than what I requested of. He held me like he needed me for me. My mouth opened in a soft gasp— his face was so young, looking so innocent. Like I had never marked him, never touched him. But he needed me… Drake… I blinked, and, for a moment, he appeared older…
Alexander…
No. Drake was not Alexander. Drake was Drake— my beautiful boy. Mine. He pulled on me again, turning away to guide me to the massive bed in the center of the room. The moon seemed to spotlight his shoulders and back, illuminating the tattoos, the marks that claimed him as mine. I glanced back at Tommy, reaching out for him and taking his hand in mine. We were a chain. A chain of lovers taking the path to our home…
Drake turned back to me as I stepped closer. One hand still held mine, but the other slid up my stomach, resting along the curve of my neck as he stood on his toes to kiss me again. I moaned, letting go of Tommy's hand to weave fingers into Drake's hair, pulling it free of the ponytail that it had been pulled back in. The hair I was not holding cascaded around his face, hanging around his shoulders. I could hear Tommy climbing onto the bed, waiting for us while stripping the last of his jewels as well as his sandals.
When my lips parted from Drake's, a small band of saliva connected them, and I chuckled, snapping it. I pressed another kiss to his mouth before taking both of his hands and pulling him up onto the bed next to Tommy. Drake helped me remove my sandals before discarding his own, and we were all left in only the articles of clothing that covered the most private aspects.
I palmed Drake's face again, leaving sweeps of feather kisses with the barest teases of my tongue, pulling the most beautiful moans from within his chest. He was sitting on his knees, threading his fingers into my hair and pulling, expressing with his body that he wanted more. Tommy shifted behind Drake, pressing gentle, soft pecks into the youth's shoulders and neck, digging the pads of his fingers into Drake's sides and dragging down, adding pressure before digging his nails in. Drake arched into me, crying out and tilting his head back.
I stared at the two of them for a moment, watching as Tommy pressed a kiss to Drake's hairline before attacking his mouth, digging his nails deeper into the boy's hips. I moaned softly, my eyes locking onto Tommy's lips, red and slightly swollen as they pulled away. I reached forward, caressing Drake's cheek before moving past him, sliding my fingers into his hair. A simple, careful gesture. But my fingers tightened and I tugged Tommy forward by his hair. Drake gasped, staring at me with wide and fearful eyes. I looked over at him, keeping my hand tight in Tommy's golden locks, but my expression was soft.
"I'm not hurting him, Drake… Tommy… Tommy can handle my rough nature…" I whispered, pressing a kiss to Drake's forehead. He seemed to relax, but his eyes were warily watching my hand, still fisted tightly into Tommy's hair. The blond's eyes were closed, his jaw slack in a moan. I glanced over to Drake again, "Watch," I told him, tightening my hand and pulling Drake onto his knees and off of his shins. He moaned, eyes closed in ecstasy as he arched, one hand curled around my wrist, the other on my hip.
Drake's eyes glazed over for the briefest of moments in what looked to be the deepest, richest lust I'd seen yet. I inhaled slowly, bringing Tommy down to kiss him hard. Tommy moaned into my lips, dropping the hand that clenched my wrist, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer. I tugged on his locks again, forcing another moan out of him. I was so focused on kissing Tommy and pulling on his hair I almost didn't feel Drake's hands on my hips, his lips pressing delicate kisses into my sticky shoulder.
"M-my Pharaoh…" Tommy whined, grinding his hips into mine. I shivered, pleasure spiking up my spine before I glanced down, seeing his shorts failing miserably as hiding erection that had grown. I smirked, kissing Tommy again before turning towards Drake. I had an idea in mind, and I wanted Drake to be a part of it… I ran my fingers through his hair, ghosting a kiss against his cheek.
"My boy… I want you to watch… Pay close attention. Learn." I emphasized the last word, before motioning him to sit where he could, clearly, see everything Tommy and I did. His eyes were wide, curious and yet eager to know, eager to learn.
I turned back to Tommy, trailing my fingers along his cheekbones. His eyes were dazed, clouded with lust and desire. He leaned into my touch, his lids fluttering closed as he leaned in. I kissed him gently, our lips barely touching, tongues barely grazing. My hands slid down his shoulders to his hips, my thumbs hooking into the material of his shorts. One slipped in, stroking his member before I palmed it. Tommy arched into me as I stripped him of the one thing that was covering him.
I barely registered Drake moaning, but I didn't turn and act on it. I was focused on Tommy. I was focused on giving a lesson to the new pupil… I mentally chuckled to myself, taking Tommy's hands and guiding them to the waistband of my pants, helping him to pull them off. It took him a moment to understand my motive before he grabbed them himself, slowly stripping me, our lips still ghosting together. Tommy tossed the pants aside, gently kissing the underside of my jaw before touching my neck. I tilted my head back, moaning softly. His lips were warm to my already sweating skin. The night was hot— hotter than most.
Moonlight poured through the ceiling windows, sweat soaking my skin as well as the bodies of my boys. Tommy pressed kiss after kiss into my neck, on my chest and on my thighs. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling every few moments and hearing moans falling off his plump lips. I smiled slightly, tilting my head back as he exhaled against my member, his tongue darting out and licking the underside. I arched, my hands lying flat on the sheets of the bed, my head tilted back as my chest rose and fell with breath.
"Tommy…" I whispered, hearing a delicate moan. I didn't move from my position though, feeling Tommy's lips wrap around the head and suck gently. My eyes slid shut, my jaw dropping into a breathy groan as his tongue covered every inch, cleaning me of the precum that had dripped out and coated my skin. My fingers tightened in Tommy's hair, pulling hard before pushing him farther down onto me. He inhaled through his nose, swallowing me entirely, humming with a warm breath.
"Mm… Sweet Rah…" I moaned, lifting my head back up to stare down at the blond. It had to have been several months since the last time Tommy pleased me to this degree. So eager, so yearning to serve. So needy to take me in his mouth like this. Yes, it had been months, because I'd found little use for Tommy in the few weeks before finding Drake. And before then I'd only made love to him… Or fucked his brains out. Never this.
Another gentle moan, so soft and serene. I was intrigued and I wanted to look, but Tommy's lips, molding around my erection as he bobbed his head, were just a little more fascinating. I figured that Drake was just turned on, enjoying what he was watching, what he was learning. I smirked, petting Tommy's hair as he sucked. I gnawed on my bottom lip, letting my eyes close again as pleasure began to take over my mind and body. Tommy was so talented that this, knowing every spot that drove me crazy when licked or bit just right…
"Aahh…" It was too loud this time. I moaned, opening my eyes and, blinking once, I looked over to Drake. My heart slammed to a brief stop against the cage of my ribs and I let my mouth drop open in a silent gasp.
Drake's eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw slack ever so slightly. His face was flush, his skin glistening with sweat. He'd pulled his shorts off at some point, for the were discarded to the edge of the bed, just barely hanging on. He had his member palmed in one hand, stroking himself with gentle tugs and twists of the wrist. I forgot to breathe for a moment just by looking at him. I'd never seen him so beautiful… So lost in his own world of pleasure that he wasn't aware that I was staring at him.
I heard Tommy muffle a soft groan, and my fingers tightened in his hair to pull him off of me. He moaned, whining softly before my hand curled along his jaw, forcing him to looking over at Drake. His swollen, precum-covered lips opened in a gasp and he stared with me at the youth. I let go of Tommy's jaw, staring breathless at Drake. He moaned softly every few moments, his chest heaving with pants.
I was transfixed on the way his hand moved; swift tugs and twists, his thumb swiping over the slit now and then. I whimpered, wondering how it would feel to have his hand bring me to my own undoing. How could he have learned so much about pleasure and the act of loving in such a short amount of time. Disregarding his time healing from his brief stomachache, the days after every scene and then his inking, he'd really only been actively serving for, maybe, a week. A week, to learn and perform…
He was a natural. He was a natural in the art of design and paint as well as love. Tommy was too, but there were things I had to teach him, myself. Drake was only, truly, taught to kiss, and he'd picked it up quick, from what I'd discovered on his first night. And with Tommy's guidance, he was the perfect boy, even if he had been a virgin. And now? Now he appeared so pure and delicate, but performed like a true lover…
Drake's breathing was getting harder, more ragged as his hand moved faster. He still hadn't noticed that Tommy and I had stopped in our act to watch. To be honest, I would've stopped watching me, myself, to witness this. But there was something burning in my stomach to stop him. I inhaled slowly, reaching forward and taking Drake's wrist in my hand, stopping his motion. With my other hand, I squeezed the base of his member, forcing his orgasm back. His eyes shot open, meeting mine before his face flushed the deepest red I'd seen it go in weeks.
"M-my Pharaoh…" He whispered, appearing ashamed for pleasing himself. I didn't speak. I moved forward, kissing him softly, one hand holding his wrist and the other climbing up his chest to palm his face. My tongue slid between his teeth, mingling with his own. He tasted sweet, kissed gently and passionately. My heart pounded in my chest like a drum, making me dizzy with emotion and pleasure.
"P-Pharaoh…" Drake moaned into my mouth. I kissed him again before lightly nipping the side of his neck. He tilted his head to the side, groaning quietly as I nipped him again, licking the pink patches. They would not mark; the bites had not been hard enough to even have hope of marking.
"Yes, my pet?" I inquired, ghosting a kiss along the curve of his jaw. He whined, weaving his fingers into my hair, pulling me closer. He did not turn my head to kiss me, he just pulled me close. I frowned softly, letting my hands roam down his sides before crossing around and up his back. He whined again, breathing heavily into my throat.
"It… It hurts, My Pharaoh…" His voice was weak with pleasure. I smirked, kissing his temple before letting go and pulling away. He whimpered, tightening his fingers into my hair, trying to keep me close to him. I reached up, untangling his fingers and kissing his hands delicately.
"Does it, now?" I suggested. He stared up at me with wide, bright blue eyes, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his neck. I dipped my head, sticking my tongue out and licking the bead away. He tasted salty and like himself. He shivered, pushing into me with his body.
"Tommy," I said into Drake's skin. Tommy shifted behind me, "Relieve Drake of his pain…" I said, glancing over my shoulder to the blond. His eyes were wide, unreadable for a moment before turning to shock. Almost as if he couldn't believe that I'd told him to do such a thing. But the moment had passed and he nodded. I pulled away from Drake's arms, shifting and rearranging pillows so that I could recline and watch my boys in comfort.
"How, My Pharaoh?" Tommy asked, looking back to me. I glanced over at Drake, smirking a little, finding delight in the blush that washed over his face.
"Kiss him, touch him, you may even lick him anywhere you desire. You are not allowed to take him, though. I require the pleasure of that, tonight." I said, nestling into the pillows, one hand tucked behind my head, the other lazily stroking along my hard-on. Tommy nodded once, turning back to Drake, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
Drake turned into the kiss, moaning softly as Tommy's fingers pushed his bangs out of his face. Watching them was like watching art in motion. The way their bodies and mouths moved was almost as if they were made to love each other. My heart swelled in my chest and I twisted my wrist, licking my lips and blinking slowly.
Tommy's hands slid down Drake's chest, pushing him down onto his back. Drake inhaled slowly, weaving fingers into Tommy's hair as the older boy left kisses and gentle bites into his lips and neck. I moaned, unable to tear my eyes away from them as Tommy kissed Drake's stomach. His motives were clear— he was going to please Drake the same way he'd been pleasing me just moments ago. I smirked to myself, my eye catching the curve of Drake's back as he arched into Tommy's touch; the blond pressed a kiss to his groin.
"Tommy…" Drake moaned, his fingers tightening into the blond locks. Tommy chuckled softly, breathing along Drake's erection before licking him from base to tip. I smirked, moaning softly as Drake arched deeply, crying out at first before settling down into a soft whine. My eyes slid shut, very briefly, as my thumb circled over the head of my member. Trembles coursed through my body and I opened my eyes again to watch as Tommy's tongue circled around the top before he plunged his head down, swallowing Drake whole.
"Aah! Oh, Rah… Fucking… Rah…" Drake whined and I had to swallow my laughter. He was so perfect. Tommy moaned around Drake's member, his hands gripping the youth's hips. I bit down on my bottom lip, watching Tommy's cheeks cave in as he sucked and watching Drake's back arch, his hands tightening in Tommy's hair.
Tommy bobbed his head for a few moments, the only sounds in the room being that of Drake's whines and groans and my occasional moan. Tommy pulled up, lips wrapped tightly around the head of Drake's member before he came up with a loud pop. Drake whined, breathing hard and I watched closely as Tommy pushed Drake's legs apart. My heart hammered a little harder in my chest, my body trembling from pleasure.
Tommy left a kiss on the inside of Drake's thigh, breathing hard into the brunette's skin before pushing his knees up a little, dipping his head low and kissing the back of Drake's thigh. I frowned, curious as to what he was doing. It didn't take long to understand though. Tommy tilted his head, facing me, his eyes piercing through mine as he licked a strip of flesh along the curve of Drake's thigh, near his entrance. I moaned, shivering as the Egyptian heat washed over me in another brutal wind.
Tommy turned his head, breathing into Drake. The brunette arched, his eyes wide and clouded with pleasure as his jaw dropped and he moaned breathily. Tommy stuck his tongue out, pushing it into what I was sure was wet heat. I moaned, letting my eyes slip shut and imagining Tommy's tongue sliding into me like that… I choked on a gasp, a twinge of ecstasy washing through my veins as I twisted hard on my erection, shaking visibly and panting. I needed…
Tommy's lips were pressed to Drake's skin between his legs, his tongue deep inside the youth. I choked again, needing to dig my nails into soft flesh and… Tommy. I needed Tommy. I could not break Drake with the act of love I needed to perform. I couldn't do that to him just yet. He needed to watch. He needed to understand that he could say no, that he didn't have to. But he needed to see the side of me he had not…
"Tommy, stop." I said, my voice harsh with desire. Tommy pulled away, forcing a strangled whine to fall off of Drake's lips. I was sure that my face told him everything he needed to know. Tommy pulled himself away from Drake's body, shifting over to me. My fingers dove into the thickness of his hair, pulling his head back and exposing a highway of throat that I could not resist. I bent my head down, biting deeply into his skin, sucking hard.
Tommy let out a cry that chilled my blood. It was not of pain but pure pleasure. I could feel Drake's eyes watching us and, if I wasn't mistaken, he was a little fearful. I moaned, licking the bruise that had already formed into Tommy's skin. I bit into his shoulder, my nails digging into the skin of his hips, pressing so hard I was sure that I was drawing blood.
Drake whimpered, but I was preoccupied with Tommy and his skin and the uncontrollable desire, powered by heat, that was telling me to mark it… Tommy turned his head, somewhat, towards Drake, speaking softly, reassuring him, "Drake… It's alright… He knows— aah— he knows what he's doing…" I groaned, pushing Tommy onto his back. I hadn't been this rough, this primal, in months. Bottling it up had been a very, very bad idea… The heat was almost too much…
"He's not… He's not hurting you?" Drake asked, coming closer. I moaned as his fingers slid into my hair. I licked a strip of Tommy's neck before licking my palm several times, stroking myself. I had no patience for lotion…
"No…" Tommy whispered, reaching up and palming Drake's face as I nudged his legs apart. Technically, he'd just lied. I was about to hurt him, but the pain would soon give way to pleasure, and, besides, Tommy could handle pain better than Drake could. Whereas, for Drake, this would feel like Hell, for Tommy it would be no worse than some of the other scenes we'd perform… Some involving a flogger…
I spit into my hand again, slicking myself once more before pushing into Tommy's entrance. His hands and arms tensed, as did his legs, but he kept the rest of his body relaxed as best as he could, allowing me to shove myself in completely without too much difficulty or pain. Well, there was pain, but there was less than if Tommy has tensed his whole body. The blond tilted his head back, crying once before breathing hard. Drake hovered above us, watching with wide eyes as I pulled back a little, thrusting hard into Tommy again.
"Aah! Uhnn…" Tommy groaned, tilting his head to the side, to face Drake, and opening up a stretch of neck to mark. I tilted my head down, licking a patch of skin before biting into it, marking it, claiming him more than I had already done before. Tommy shifted, wrapping his legs around my waist, changing the angle and letting me plunge deeper into him. I must've hit the pleasure spot inside of him, because he arched up into me, screaming.
Drake moaned, and when I glanced over at him, I saw him gnawing on his bottom lip, curling his fingers around his erection as he had done before. The boy may've been afraid of such roughness, but that did not mean it didn't excite him. I smirked, growling softly as Tommy pulled on my hair. I inhaled sharply through my nose, rocking my hips hard into his thighs, slamming into him. His eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw clenched as he groaned through his teeth.
"Fuck…" Drake moaned. I chuckled, low and dark, from within my chest before moaning, feeling Tommy tighten around my member. Sweat was falling off my of skin and onto Tommy, our essences mingling on his porcelain skin. Tommy's hands disappeared from my hair, his arms curling around my back and his nails digging between my shoulder blades. I howled, thrusting hard into him.
"Pharaoh…" He moaned, dragging his nails down my back. I arched into his touch, rocking my hips as hard as I could into him. My vision was blurry and dizzy. The coil in my spine was tightening and Tommy was moaning so beautifully— or maybe that was Drake. I couldn't tell the difference. I was aware of Tommy tightening around me again, his nails piercing my flesh and drawing blood when fingers curled into my hair, pulling my head up and soft, sweet lips pressed to mine. I moaned, thrusting again before my body convulsed, and I released into Tommy. Not a moment later did warm, stickiness splatter across my stomach and my chest.
Tommy was a panting mess as Drake pulled away from me, his eyes shining in the light with desire. I moaned, pulling out of Tommy as my hands cupped Drake's face, pulling him close to me, kissing him again. Tommy shifted, dragging himself towards the pillows to relax as I kissed Drake passionately. The more animalistic side of me had burned away, but the rough tendencies remained boiling in my blood. I knew I would not be so rough with Drake, but that did not mean I would not bite him or pull on his hair, nor would I refrain from thrusting harder… Rah…
I pulled away from Drake's lips, licking my fingers and letting them drip before I pressed my mouth over his, dropping my hand between his legs. I let a finger tease his entrance before pushing up and in. He tensed as first, pulling me deeper. He was warm, wet with desire. He moaned into my mouth, pushing down against my hand, forcing me deeper still. I worked him, slowly at first, with one before adding a second. My motions were quicker, sharper and harder than before. His fingers clenched my shoulders, digging in as I worked him open, adding a third.
"Please… Please, Pharaoh," he groaned against my mouth. I trembled, hard again from his begging, from the heat of his body. I licked my lips, kissing him again as my fingers spread and stretched him. He whined, crying out gently and pushing down onto my fingers again. His skin was soaked with sweat before he pressed his chest to mine, and then he was covered with Tommy's release as well…
"Please!" Drake whined. I gasped, kissing his neck before removing my fingers. My member was wet and slick enough that I merely grabbed Drake by the hips, turning him around so that he back was pressed up against me, and I lowered him down onto my second, full erection. He cried out at first, reaching behind and taking a handful of my hair into his grasp, pulling.
I brought him down fully upon me, letting him rest and adjust. He was panting, whining and shaking on top of me. I pressed my head between his shoulders, holding onto his hips as I rocked my hips up into him. He moved with me, pressing down when I moved up, just as Tommy has guided him to do on his first night. I moaned, my mind flashing back to that. It was only a month ago, and now here we were…
Drake's head rested against my shoulder, his mouth open in pants and moans as I fucked him, slow and hard. This wasn't gentle in the slightest, but it, also, wasn't rushed. I held onto him as tight as I could, pushing up into him, leaving kisses in his hair and on his shoulders, along his wings. The contrast of the ink compared to his skin was startlingly beautiful in the moonlight. The wings sparkled with his sweat, and it looked like they were covered in glitter…
"Oh, Drake…" I moaned, reaching around and caressing his skin with my fingers, kissing his jaw and his cheek. He turned his head, catching my lips with his as he reached back, palming my face with his hand. I moaned, thrusting up into him, my motions growing faster, harder with each swivel of my hips. I squeezed my eyes shut before pulling away to breathe, moaning loudly.
"P-Pharaoh… Please, Pharaoh!" He cried out. He was nearing his end. I knew this by the desperation in his voice. The need to be touched. I shivered, pushing up into him again before grabbing his member at the base. I pressed my lips to his ear, whispering delicately.
"Adam… In this room— call me Adam…" I told him. Drake moaned, falling into my arms, his fingers tightening into my hair again.
"Adam… Adam! Please…" I choked, pumping hard on his erection. He whined, loudly, kissing me hard, again, before— "ADAM!" His body tensed and I saw white flash across my vision. I gasped, jerking up into my body as I released, feeling him coming undone into my hand. He fell back into me, limp and breathing hard. I let go, falling onto my back with Drake on top of me, clenched in my arms like he was the last thing left in life on this Earth…