A/N:I'm so sorry for the long wait! I think I had some writer's block; everything I wrote for awhile seemed awful and I needed to take a little break.
Since you had to wait so long, this chapter is stupidly large (is that terrible? Should I be making these chapters shorter?). Its also pretty much all smut so... yeah. If you hate that kind of thing then perhaps skip this one!
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Part Twenty-Two
Adrian may have felt like the luckiest man in the world in the night, but there was no denying the effect that being sandwiched between two unfairly attractive people had on him in that time.
It had taken hours for him to calm down enough to separate his reeling thoughts from his overstimulated body's reactions. When he first crawled between them he was almost buzzing, still riding the high that came with the return of his power. By the time his companions fell into a deeper sleep and were snoring and drooling beside him it had begun to subside, leaving in its wake a tingling energy and an embarrassing mixture of impulses and sensations that had the blonde dhampir flushed and helplessly aroused.
His head swam with myriad thoughts of blood and sex, mingling in a way he hadn't dared to entertain before. His vampire side had been thoroughly stimulated by the feeding and refused to lay quiet. He wanted to force it down and lock it away, but he knew that would be counter-productive. He needed to accept that some things he was used to ignoring easily in the past might be harder to dismiss now.
His life was changing; he was involved with human partners both emotionally and physically, and now he'd drunk their blood as well. It wasn't a surprise to find himself turned on by it. He knew that was a completely normal thing for any vampire to experience. It was only that it felt wrong to him, because he had spent so much of his life trying to go against what came naturally. Anything to do with human blood still felt taboo, especially sexual things.
In the quietest, darkest part of the night when nothing else was astir, Adrian found himself rigid with want. His partners' familiar scents and their bodies so close against him were both a comfort and a temptation.
It began innocently enough; he'd curiously slipped his hand between Sypha's legs to stroke the still raw mark left there by his teeth. He could smell her wound. His fingertips played gently along her thigh, caressing the imperfection left in her skin over and over. He couldn't stop touching it. He didn't want to. Adrian had never allowed himself to think this way because he had accepted that he did not bite people. Fantasizing about it only made existence unpleasant, but now the floodgates were open and he was damned horny as a result.
He was ashamed of the inappropriate things going through his mind while his fingers stroked the bite and Sypha's incredibly soft skin. Truthfully he felt like an awkward teenager, like his body was refusing to listen to reason and was just doing whatever it wanted. He was more disciplined than this; he should be able to just ignore it and think of something else.
He tried. He really did. He removed his hand from the tempting injury, dragging his fingers along Sypha's body, gently running them over the small mound of curls between her legs before withdrawing from her completely. Sypha mumbled in her sleep and shifted, yanking the last corner of the blankets off of him and around herself. The cool air juxtaposed sharply with the heat of his erection, which stubbornly refused to subside no matter how he tried to distract himself. It wouldn't go away; he was too worked up.
Exasperated, he moved to rake his fingers through his hair but paused when he realized that the scent of Sypha's body and her wound were on his fingertips. He put them to his face, inhaling the mixture of her sex and her blood and he shuddered, his engorged prick bobbing heavily over his stomach. He clenched his thighs, trying not to move so he didn't disturb his bedmates. His free hand slid low and encircled the turgid flesh, his thumb playing at the slippery, weeping tip. He stroked slowly, finding himself hypersensitive and more than ready for attention. He resorted to stuffing his hand into his mouth to keep from making noise. Her smell was there still and he was unable to stifle a groan as he tried to take care of his stubborn need as quickly and quietly as he could. He'd get it out of his system and he'd feel better afterwards, he was sure.
It wasn't difficult to find release, considering he'd been aroused for hours. He tried not to think of anything too shameful while he touched himself; he tried to focus on Sypha's breasts, her face, and not the little cut on her lip left by his fangs, but it was a lost cause. It was all intertwined and in less than a minute he'd bitten the back of his hand and drawn his own blood because his fangs were straining and his jaw unconsciously wanted to clamp down into warm soft flesh at the moment of capitulation.
Adrian lay still afterwards as his breathing evened out, licking the healing furrows he'd made in his own skin while the uncomfortable puddle where he'd spent himself cooled on his belly. He burned with shame at the wrongness of his twisted psychology and scolded himself for giving in to it.
He found something to wipe himself clean, but he could still smell ejaculate and the tang of his own blood in the air. At least his body relaxed somewhat. He closed his eyes, determined not to lose himself in something like that again. It was only a natural reaction to everything that had happened. There was no reason to dwell on it, or to ever admit to another person that the mere scent of the wounds was enough to make him hard as a rock.
It wasn't only that. There was another facet to all of this which had taken Adrian by surprise. It was easy enough to control himself during the act of biting Sypha, but he had failed to consider the aftermath. He was acutely aware of a growing compulsion to hoard Trevor and Sypha to himself as if they belonged to him. This conflicted directly with Adrian's personality, with his view of himself. He wasn't greedy or possessive. He certainly didn't want to own anybody, but there was no denying the powerful desire to see his mark on his humans. He despised even thinking it, but it was there in his mind nonetheless.
Oh he was screwed up.
Laying in the dark wide awake and still crushed between Trevor and Sypha did nothing to relieve this uncomfortable revelation. There was no denying the simple, avaricious voice that was clearly his vampire side in its purest form. It was there. It had always been there, he'd just learned to temper it or ignore it when it told him things that went against his beliefs. It was quieter before – more of a whisper – but now it had been provoked and he found himself investing a considerable effort to restrain it.
Adrian was no stranger to this 'voice'. After all, it wasn't actually some alter ego whispering in his ear, it was simply an aspect of himself which he found distasteful. It was his hunger. It was the unnatural force which preserved his life no matter how he starved and wasted. He never forgot the cold, murderous thing that he'd first discovered lay inside him during his imprisonment. When everything else was stripped away, what remained was a demonic countenance that wanted to tear something apart and feast. It was a horror, but it had also cushioned his mind when all other coherent thought deserted him, and had receded back inside him once he found sustenance again.
That demon was not only an appetite, however. In the cage it had been too ravenous to be capable of anything beyond killing, but now, fat on the blood of his lover and the return of his full power, Adrian felt it preening and crowing, gloating in delight, and it was difficult not to succumb to its primitive simplicity. Because it wasn't 'something inside him' that was feeling this way, it was him. He was this indulgent creature. He was basking in his two lovers, sated for the first time in a decade, and he couldn't deny the extreme pleasure of having them both in his arms, trusting and vulnerable and his.
He sighed, ashamed at his own feelings. Every vampire experienced these things. And he was only half – it was less intense for him. He just had to learn to cope with it. It certainly wasn't going to stop.
For the moment, dawn was approaching. The birds had begun to sing and a small bar of light filtered in through the shutters, growing brighter as the minutes ticked by. It lanced over the three of them, making Sypha's hair glow like an orange flame and highlighting Trevor's slack face. His lovers. He studied them for the thousandth time since they'd laid down together. They were beautiful, and he wanted to begin this day by letting them know how much he appreciated everything they had endured on his behalf. He was loath to leave the warm nest, but he needed to if he was to get anything done. Already he was becoming distracted; it wouldn't take much to convince him to remain buried between them for the foreseeable future.
He silently extricated himself from the tangle of limbs. As soon as he vacated the middle spot Trevor rolled towards Sypha, pulling her back to his chest and palming her breast as he tucked his nose into the nape of her neck. Adrian's eyes raked over them, appreciating the dense musculature of Trevor's arms and shoulders, the cords of his neck, and the way his face was smooth and expressionless in sleep. Sypha was dwarfed in his arms, her body all pale curves and inviting softness.
That was all it took and Adrian was already growing hard again, his traitorous body rising to attention at little more than the image of the pair sleeping together. What was wrong with him?
He hastily turned away, endeavouring not to look at them as he dressed – carefully tucking his annoyingly persistent erection into his clothing – then went about starting a fire and putting water on to heat for tea.
The fresh outside air helped to clear his head. He made his way to the barn and had a look around. A sticky dark bloodstain pooled in front of the doorway; a grim reminder of the fact that they were not actually on a blissful country vacation despite the quaintness of their lodgings.
When Adrian entered the barn he was greeted by the scents of animals, feed and hay. There was a goat who was desperate to be milked; she was painfully full and wasn't quiet about it. She didn't recognize him and they both stared at each other for an uncomfortable moment. He tried talking soothingly to her. She bleated in protest and bit his hand. In the end he managed to squeeze a portion of fresh milk from her, blushing when he gripped her teats and pulled on them because it was wholly unfamiliar to him and because she kept looking at him like he was an idiot.
He set the pail of milk by the door of the barn and entered the roost where several colourful hens were warming fresh eggs in their nest boxes. They clucked nervously as he reached under them, but he managed and he left them some feed in thanks, and after some deliberation offered some to the goat as well because she was still eyeing him dubiously out of the side of her paddock.
There were two horses – healthy, strong animals who were well-groomed and nickered in greeting. Adrian was more accustomed to dealing with horses. He gave them some fresh hay and a few oats from a nearby sack, then returned to the house to see what he could do for breakfast.
He was met with a pair of sharply blue eyes when he came in. Trevor was awake, propped on a few pillows with Sypha still asleep beside him. Adrian gently set his pail of milk and basket of eggs on the table.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked, knowing already that he had, because Adrian had watched him do so for hours.
Trevor raised a finger to his lips, looking at Sypha in explanation. Adrian smiled at that and obliged him, falling silent as he poked through the larder. He wanted to ensure Sypha got plenty of calories to replace what he'd taken from her. Truthfully both his companions had been living lean in the past weeks and needed a few good meals.
It was difficult to remember that they were probably not feeling nearly as energetic as he was at the moment. Despite not sleeping in three days, he was acutely focused and aware. Every sense was sharply honed, his body thrumming with energy and vitality. He felt more alive than he had in ten years. His movements were quick – he found himself flitting around at what was a comfortable speed for him – certainly too fast to be considered 'normal' if the way Trevor's eyes were following him were any indication.
He rolled up his sleeves and secured his hair out of the way with a strip of leather then set to combining yeast and warm water with some sugar, giving it a few minutes to bubble before he added in flour and salt and kneaded out a nice wad of dough. He covered his creation with a moist towel and set it in a warm corner by the cooking hearth to rise.
While he was cleaning the flour off his hands he heard Trevor getting up. He nearly forgot what he was doing when his eyes fell on the muscled nude figure stretching indulgently across the room and throwing him a sidelong glance, obviously trying to garner his attention.
It worked.
He appeared beside the hunter in the blink of an eye. If Trevor was at all put off by his inhuman speed he certainly didn't show it. Adrian found himself pulled into a warm embrace, his body fitting neatly against the well-formed chest. He peppered Trevor with kisses and dug his fingers into his dark hair. He buried his nose against a temple, breathing in his scent. In the back of his mind that simple voice insisted that this man was his. He told it to be silent.
"Well you're in a good mood," Trevor observed.
"I am," he said with an easy smile.
He shifted, pressing himself closer. It would be an understatement to say he was feeling frisky. Laying between his lovers the entire night had left Adrian wholly preoccupied with them. The relief he'd garnered by masturbating once was a mere drop in the bucket in the face of his sudden renewed energy. He felt like a horny teenager, finally free from the paralyzing anxiety of the past weeks and the tension between them all in recent days. Now his body was urging him to make up for lost time.
He slid his hands confidently over Trevor's sides, running them along the chiseled planes of his back. "You were left out yesterday, Sypha and I had all the fun."
Trevor laughed a little sharply. "I think you had most of the fun, actually," he teased, and Adrian frowned.
"I am not apologizing for enjoying myself," he insisted, pulling away from the hunter. "I didn't do anything that Sypha wasn't comfortable with."
Trevor caught Adrian's waist and shook his head, making his hair swish over his eyes. "You don't need to be defensive, I was teasing you."
"Oh."
Trevor pulled Adrian back against him and smoothed a stray lock of blonde out of his face. "I know I made a really big deal out of the whole biting thing, but... I think I overreacted. All the shit I thought about vampires going crazy over blood seems a bit ridiculous now. It wasn't like that. Watching you bite Sypha wasn't what I expected."
Adrian tilted his head in question. "It wasn't?"
Trevor shrugged, but he was wearing a crooked smile. "Nope. I thought it was gonna be awful, but it wasn't. I saw how much you wanted her. You were actually shaking just touching her, but you only gave in when she offered. You were really careful with her too, considerate of how it felt for her. I didn't expect that. The tenderness. Not really a word I'd use to describe a vampire bite, but you proved me wrong," this last was said as Trevor cupped Adrian's cheek in his large, warm palm.
"I told you I would never hurt her, that I would be careful."
"I know Adrian, but I had to see it for myself to understand. I can't say the blood part does anything for me because its kind of gross, but I uh…" he blushed lightly, just a hint of colour coming to his cheeks as he dragged his hand along Adrian's jaw, thumb tracing his lower lip. "Seeing how good its making you feel is pretty incredible. You're almost glowing. You're darting around with this energy I've never seen in you before. You look happy."
"I am happy," he answered, molding himself against Trevor's body affectionately. "I feel good."
"I can see that. I could see it last night too. You didn't hide anything. And..." he coughed a little, flushing harder. "I never thought I'd be saying this, but it was fucking sexy as hell to see you get all possessive over her when she said she wanted me to join in. Its a side of you I didn't know existed. Fuck, I can't believe I'm talking about this," his ears were burning now and Adrian found himself enjoying Trevor's unadulterated honesty and accompanying embarrassment.
Their bodies were close enough together that Adrian felt Trevor's steady heartbeat against his own chest.
"I didn't mean to behave that way," he admitted a little sheepishly, remembering how he'd caged Sypha under him and struggled to keep himself from growling at Trevor. "When she asked for you I was already caught up in her, I didn't want to share."
Trevor laughed, the sound vibrating through his chest. "I know, but you did. Honestly, you changed my view on the whole thing. I was right before when I said you were a sweet, sensitive guy. You are, way more than me. I spent too much time living rough. I'm selfish and impatient. Self-control isn't one of my stronger points, but you make it look easy."
Adrian snorted at the image Trevor painted of himself. "You describe yourself like some kind of barbarian."
Trevor grinned shamelessly. "I sort of am, if you think about it. Maybe smarter. Barely."
They fell silent after that, simply enjoying being together for a few minutes. Trevor still had his arm around Adrian's waist, and he found himself leaning against the other man, listening to his breathing. Trevor's approval meant more to Adrian than he had realized. It felt really good to receive his complements.
His hands began to explore, sliding over defined pectorals and collarbones. He found himself leaning as close as he could, burying his face into the juncture between the hunter's shoulder and neck. He nuzzled the enticing spot, running nose and lips over Trevor's tanned skin, tasting salt and inhaling his scent. He fastened his lips over the fluttering pulse point and sucked gently to create a small hickey before Trevor pushed him off.
"Hey, jeeze, you're gonna make me look like… like I'm living with a damned vampire!"
Adrian shot Trevor a look, his brow arched, a small smile on his lips.
The hunter studied him for a long moment. "Is that… I mean… does it do something for you? Leaving marks? I noticed how you were looking at Sypha's thigh last night after you cleaned up. You were just staring at it for almost a minute, like you were hypnotized."
Adrian couldn't hide his guilt or the way he shivered bodily at the memory. Still, it was a challenge to admit it aloud. Only someone sick would get off on wounds and bruises. He didn't expect them to understand how the mere thought of his marks on them was arousing. That was pushing beyond what he could ask of them, but at the very least he intended to be honest about it.
"I'd be lying if I said it didn't… have an effect," he finally said after a long pause, trailing his finger over the small reddened spot he'd sucked, anticipating the way it would darken and bloom as the bruising set in. "I'm sorry. That's probably horrible. It makes it sound like I want to hurt you."
Trevor caught the hand that was stroking the spot on his throat, his fingers closing over Adrian's carefully. "Well, honestly, I kind of do the same thing, but that's more to piss Sypha off than for the evidence. I love when she's mad," he grinned at his own statement before bringing Adrian's fingers to his lips and kissing them absently. "Look, we shouldn't tiptoe around this stuff. The sooner we all understand each other the happier we will be."
"I really don't expect you to tolerate-
"I didn't expect to shack up with a woman who can fry my balls off and a guy that can crush me with his pinkie but here we are. We'll consider it a kink. Everyone gets off on something, and plenty of the time its something weird," he gave Adrian a positively lecherous smirk. "Christ knows I've got my fair share of perverted fantasies."
"Y-you do?"
"Of course I do. It's not much of a secret that I like a little play on control. There are other things too, probably some I haven't found yet, and some I'll keep to myself until you aren't still a virgin," Trevor began to walk him backwards, keeping their bodies close together.
Adrian let himself be guided backwards as he thought about the things he'd seen Trevor do before. There was one instance that stood out in his mind because it was impossible to forget.
"I remember the morning before we left the inn. With Sypha on the desk. You were choking her..." Adrian could already feel a flustered heat rising on his cheeks at the mere mention of that morning, which hung clear in his memories as one of the most erotic things he'd ever witnessed. He remembered them arguing playfully. Sypha had slapped Trevor in the face and in answer he'd driven into her hard enough that the desk was hitting the wall. He vividly recalled him gripping her throat, cutting off her air until her face was turning red. It was difficult to forget something so graphic. At the very end Sypha had scratched Trevor and made him bleed when she reached her peak.
Adrian felt his back come into contact with the uneven logs of the cabin wall. Trevor put one hand on either side of his head, caging him in.
"You mean the morning you were jerking off under the covers, watching us fuck?"
"I- yes," this was admitted with a full blush now colouring his face as Adrian recalled masturbating furiously to the unexpected erotic display he'd witnessed.
Trevor pressed himself flush with Adrian's body, grounding their hips together. Adrian's breath hitched and his eyes fell shut. He was already sensitive and turned on before Trevor had even touched him. Their topic of discussion was fanning the flames quite effectively.
"You liked watching us together, didn't you," the brunette stated, punctuating his observation with another forceful crush of his hips that made Adrian's body tighten in answer.
Adrian nodded, his eyes still closed, his focus on the sensation of Trevor's naked figure against him and the hard length poking against his thigh. Trevor's mouth was on his neck then, his hair tickling his jaw as teeth found purchase on his pale flesh, biting down until their dull edges left little crescent marks in their wake. Adrian felt hot all over. He pushed at Trevor's shoulder, trying to slow him down. The biting was making his teeth itch in a familiar way and he was certain this wasn't the time for it. "Trevor, that's-
The hunter withdrew a few inches, giving Adrian a chance to catch his breath. His heart was racing. Everything had become so screwed up recently that intimacy and sex had taken a back seat to other matters, but there was nothing in the way of that any longer except his own diffidence. He found himself more confident than usual today, thanks to Trevor's encouragement and frank observations. He liked the way the hunter spoke to him – direct, sometimes vulgar, always honest.
He threaded his fingers into the hair at the base of Trevor's skull and leaned forward, catching his mouth in a kiss. The hunter's tongue pushed between his teeth and slid expertly against his own. Adrian inhaled deeply through his nose to take in as much of Trevor's strong scent as he could. He smelled so damned good. It was addicting. His hands found their way to brawny shoulders, gripping for purchase as much as for the pleasure of touching the hard body that was pinning him against the logs. Trevor was running his tongue along the roots of his fangs. Did he realize what effect that had? Was it intentional? He groaned as he felt the teasing pressure over his teeth and gums becoming more insistent, waking his instincts, bringing them to the fore.
He was panting, his body responding readily to the stimulation. He was already hard, the muscles in his belly twitching as a roving hand slid beneath his shirt and traced them. It didn't take much to get him going at the moment, he was already there after spending the night laying between the two most attractive people he knew. On the contrary he'd been having a hell of a time convincing his body to stop being ready for sex.
"I want you Adrian," Trevor growled into him, hardly breaking the kiss to speak. His voice was roughened by arousal. He bit Adrian's lip for good measure, pressing himself closer and attacking his mouth again, ruthlessly taking control of the kiss. Adrian allowed himself to be deeply plundered and explored, doing his best to quiet the desire to nick something with a fang – rather a challenge given that there was a man purposely teasing his exquisitely sensitive teeth and biting his lips. He felt everything sharpening, his awareness of the hunter's body, his blood, his heat.
Adrian broke the kiss so he could study his partner's face, searching him, trying to gauge the situation, to ensure he was reading it correctly. He relaxed his control over himself, allowing his eyes to darken towards red. Proof that Trevor's attention to his fangs was not without effect. The hunter stroked the side of his face slowly, studying him with a satisfied expression before he reached back and pulled the leather tie from Adrian's hair, sending a blonde cascade sweeping over his shoulders.
"You're so fucking hot like this," he said in a low tone, meeting Adrian's gaze as he smoothed a few wayward strands back into place. "You're incredible."
Adrian gave him a sharp smile. "You aren't afraid I'll bite you?" he mocked, and Trevor gave him an exasperated roll of his eyes.
"No, I'm not."
In a flash of movement their positions were reversed and Adrian had Trevor pinned against the wall, his hands on the hunter's hips. Trevor jumped when his bare skin contacted the logs behind him. Adrian didn't miss the light tremor that ran through him, or the quickening of his heart. He surveyed the brunette's reaction carefully, somehow still convinced he would find him fearful, but there was no evidence of that. Quite the opposite. He… liked it? That seemed to be the case, judging by his physical signals.
"Uh, Adrian what are you-" Trevor was abruptly cut off when his mouth was covered, Adrian's lips closing firmly onto his in a demanding kiss that left him gasping by the time he was released. He panted for breath, leaning his forehead on Adrian's shoulder. His dark hair was a messy tangle, his body taut. He was hard, his tip slick with excitement. The blonde bravely slid his hand between their bodies, grasping Trevor's straining prick, curling his fingers around it. Trevor sucked a breath through his clenched teeth.
"Trevor," Adrian purred, grazing the stubbled jaw with his fangs, careful not to break the skin. "Let me make you feel good."
"F-f-fuck," he stuttered in answer, hips twitching, trying to slide himself against the hand that encircled him.
Adrian met Trevor's eyes and they were a little glazed, his fingers were gripping at the logs behind him for purchase. His mouth was open lewdly and his breathing was ragged. It was an incredibly erotic picture.
Adrian dragged his teeth along the side of Trevor's neck, mouthing him and making sure he could feel just how sharp and close his fangs were. He closed his lips over the pulse point and sucked hard, leaving another hickey beside the one from a few minutes ago. As he leaned back to admire his handiwork his slid his unoccupied hand along Trevor's torso, letting his nails lengthen just enough that the points would dig into Trevor's chest a little. The hunter's next breaths were disjointed and broken by his shuddering; he was trying valiantly to gain friction between their bodies. Adrian pumped his hand along the hardened length between them, which made Trevor groan aloud.
Behind him Adrian could hear Sypha waking up. The blankets shifted and he knew she was looking at them.
He straddled Trevor's thigh, enjoying the sensation of the hunter's heat and hard angles and the way he reacted to every squeeze of his fingers. It felt good to be so close to him. Knowing Sypha was watching them made it better. He fastened his mouth around Trevor's in an exacting kiss as his hand worked faster between them until Trevor was twisting away from his mouth so he could suck in some air and his hips were jerking forward to meet each stroke of Adrian's hand. His forehead and chest were gleaming with perspiration.
"Christ that feels good," he managed, his voice low and gruff.
"Sypha's watching us," Adrian informed him with a little smile. He saw his partner's eyes widen and seek her out over his shoulder.
"Oh fuck me, she never sees me like this," he admitted with evident embarrassment. Despite this, his whole body got warmer, his heart stuttered and then his hands were grasping at Adrian, trying to find purchase. His head fell back against the wall with a thud that he didn't seem to notice. Adrian stared at his exposed throat for a long moment, swallowing carefully. He twisted his focus away, glancing over his shoulder to find Sypha's eyes on them, a light blush on her cheeks and a sleepy smile on her face. She was still laying in the mess of blankets and seemed quite content to let them continue their business unimpeded.
He shifted his body so he wasn't blocking her view of his hand wrapped around Trevor's velvety flesh. Human ears would not have heard it, but Adrian was able to detect the way her heart sped up at the sight of them and he knew he'd been right about her enjoying the show. The subtle change to her scent told him that she was becoming aroused.
He was emboldened by Sypha's audience. He turned his focus back to Trevor, releasing him and slowly lowering himself, sliding down Trevor's body, trailing his clawed fingertips along him until they rested at his hips. He gripped the crest of each hip firmly and pushed Trevor against the wall, kneeling between his legs. Adrian saw the clouded look in his eyes at the realization of what would come next. There was a strangled noise of anticipation when he dug his claws lightly into his skin.
"Jesus fuck," he mumbled and tried to move his hips, but they were pinned easily in place by supernaturally strong fingers. It seemed that the more aroused Trevor was, the smaller his vocabulary became. He was almost entirely limited to simple phrases and expletives by this point.
Adrian could smell him, his prick was drooling a clear fluid and the veins on the side of it stood raised and defined in front of him. He wanted it. He was surprised by just how much he wanted to wrap his mouth around the leaking organ that bobbed in front of him. Last time he had tried this it hadn't gone especially well. He had been nervous and uncertain about so much, both about the act itself and about his feelings, their feelings – really everything. He was still inexperienced, but now he was less self-conscious and more comfortable exploring Trevor's body freely. He found he preferred this arrangement – being in the position of giving pleasure – he was discovering that he enjoyed that. Somewhere inside himself he was deeply grateful to his lovers, and wanted to make them feel good.
He held the hunter in place by his hips and began to kiss the soft skin on the insides of his thighs. He could feel the throb of the femoral artery beneath his lips and it reminded him of last night, of the exquisite pleasure of pressing his fangs into Sypha. That simple voice inside him which had been unusually loud the entire morning whispered at him to do it again. It would be effortless. There was nothing the naked, unarmed man pinned under his claws would be able to do in his own defense.
Adrian wasn't about to give in. If he wanted to both drink blood and have intimacy with human partners he would need to get used to this. They were only instincts; they didn't control him, even if they were very strong at times. His appetite had already been sated and there was absolutely no need to spill blood right now.
He let himself acknowledge the desire rather than shy away from it, then carefully pushed it out of his mind. He could find balance.
It was still a pleasure to be close to the artery and to hear the quickness of blood rushing beneath the skin, to see the blue web of vessels that spread through Trevor's body. Simply being this close was satisfying in itself. He was surprised that Trevor wanted him to reveal his vampire side like this, that it was turning him on. It still seemed unreal that such a thing could be asked of him – he had never expected such trust from anybody, least of all a hunter.
He moved on from the tempting place, licking and nipping a trail along Trevor's inner thigh and sucking lightly at his flesh. He resisted the desire to leave more hickeys on him in favour of burying his nose against the man's genitals and inhaling his scent, the heady, sharp odour of sweat, pheromones and Trevor. He knew that must be an odd thing to do yet he wanted it – scent was powerful to him and pushing his face into this place which was such a concentrated source was deeply arousing. He was fully hard himself, but he ignored his own desires in favour of pleasing the man before him and giving Sypha something to watch. He was shy, but not in front of them anymore. On the contrary he loved that they were both watching him and found that it was contributing to making him throb in excitement.
Trevor's eyes followed his every movement. He licked a slow trail along the underside of his length, finding it warm and heavy against his tongue, and very responsive to his attention. He'd already spent a fair amount of time working him with his hand and he was straining, fully erect and jutting forward proudly. Adrian dragged his tongue over the darkened head and Trevor bucked, trying to twist his hips free so he could move. Adrian held him fast. Trevor's hands found their way into his hair and he gripped it tight, holding on for lack of any better option.
"Adrian quit fucking teasing me," he growled impatiently.
The blonde smirked devilishly, intentionally swirling his tongue very slowly along the underside of the head, using only light pressure. Trevor tried again to move and even yanked on his hair, but Adrian was content to tease him. He was feeling a little thrill of excitement at this – he was experimenting with what he liked, what his partner responded to. He could already sense that while his strength, claws and fangs made Trevor weak in the knees, being teased when he was already very turned on was frustrating him. Well, he had no intention of making the hunter unhappy, he only wanted to try something new.
He opened his mouth over the head of Trevor's organ, being very careful of his fangs. Truthfully this act was not the easiest thing for a vampire to perform – his teeth got in the way and he had to keep his mouth carefully positioned. He used mostly his tongue, sliding his mouth down over the length of Trevor's cock until he felt himself nearly gag as it pressed into the back of his throat and his nose was filled with the strong scent of Trevor's dark curled pubic hair. He was rewarded with a long low groan and some very creative expletives. He withdrew his mouth and laved the slickened end of Trevor's organ with swirls of his tongue. He eased his grasp on the man's hips to allow him greater movement and soon they found a rhythm, Adrian sinking down over the engorged flesh and Trevor's fingers digging into his hair.
Adrian was more prepared this time for what to expect when the hunter's climax approached. Trevor's breath quickened to a fast pant. His mouth was open in a pleasured expression. Adrian could hear his heartbeat flying and felt small tremors through the hunter's frame. He increased his pace, bobbing and swallowing around him in a way he imagined would feel good to himself.
"Shit, fuck, I'm gonna come," Trevor groaned between breaths, fisting his hair and trying to push himself deeper into Adrian's throat. His muscles tightened, his testicles drew close to his body and then he was grunting and making a pleasured expression and ejaculate was spurting into Adrian's mouth. He swallowed carefully, his hands tight on Trevor's hips as he felt the hunter's body relax, sagging against the wall.
He slowly withdrew his mouth from Trevor's softening prick, attentively lapping away any remnants of his pleasure as he smoothed his fingers over the light bruises and faint claw marks that were forming over the brunette's hips from Adrian's grip on them.
"Holy fucking lord you got better at that," Trevor said after he caught his breath, favouring him with a satisfied, if drained expression.
If Adrian was to be perfectly honest with himself, he had immensely enjoyed being able to pleasure his lover this way. Now that he was more comfortable with the act itself it was really not terrible. In fact, some salacious part of himself relished the scent still lingering on his face, the taste of Trevor's spend on his breath.
When it came to sexual matters Adrian thought perhaps he might enjoy a more obliging role. He liked his current position. He liked having something in his mouth, and making his partners feel good. He didn't have much experience yet to compare, but he was discovering a deep satisfaction in offering pleasure. This realization was new, but he had some idea of what it said about him. He blushed, hiding his face against Trevor's thigh as if Trevor would somehow know what he was thinking by his expression alone.
He felt a hand in his hair, lazily stroking his head. Eventually he looked up at the hunter, his face still burning. Trevor raised a brow. He tugged on his shoulder to get him to stand up.
"Don't tell me you're going to pick now to get shy again," he said incredulously. He pushed Adrian's hair over his shoulder and kissed him, carefully avoiding tasting himself by keeping the kiss closed.
Trevor looked between them, where Adrian's erection was jabbing rather obtusely at the inside of his breeches, making no secret of how aroused he was. He knew he was still blushing helplessly. Trevor grinned wide and brushed his hand over the taut leather at his crotch, making Adrian jump and lean heavily into the hunter's bare chest. "You're hard as a fucking rock. Did sucking my cock turn you on?"
Adrian thought his voice would fail him if he tried it, and he was having a hell of a time meeting Trevor's eyes. He nodded, flushing perhaps even harder.
Trevor's face transformed into a positively devious expression, seeming to pick up on something that went completely over the dhampir's head.
"You know," he said slowly, turning Adrian's body around so he was facing Sypha. "There is someone here who has been left out this morning, and I really think you owe her some attention."
Trevor guided him to the blankets where Sypha was stretched languidly, naked under the covers and watching their exchange with obvious interest.
Trevor's arms came around him from behind, hands slipping under the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head in a fluid motion. Warm palms explored his chest, fingers grazing sensitive nipples. He hissed at the brief contact but the hands moved on. They slid lower, over his ribs, abdominals, and downwards. Trevor began to unlace Adrian's fly, making the dhampir's breath catch when they grazed the sensitive hardness that was taking up all the space in his pants. Adrian wondered if his dick might actually tear his clothing by some inopportune feat of vampire strength, so hard was he straining at the attention.
Trevor closed a warm hand over the obtuse bulge formed by his erection, sending a tremor through his body. He lowered his head, blonde hair sweeping forward and hiding his flushed cheeks and reddened eyes. Trevor brushed it out of the way and leaned over his shoulder, rough voice at his ear.
"Look at her Adrian," he instructed, and Adrian obliged. He met Sypha's blue gaze. His mind was flooded with images and memories from the night before, and from the times they had been intimate at the inn. He shivered against the hunter's muscled chest, trying to grind himself into his hand.
"It would be horrible of you to leave her out, wouldn't it," Trevor taunted, hand moving over his crotch in a frustratingly unsatisfying way. Adrian nodded helplessly.
"Then I would recommend that you rectify that immediately," the hunter growled into his ear, teeth closing over the pointed tip and making Adrian's breath catch. Trevor slipped so easily into this role, he was obviously suited to it. Adrian was so aroused it was starting to make him dizzy. The way Trevor was talking to him was having a powerful effect on his body. The more excited he became the more easily he did whatever Trevor told him to and the realization made his body twitch with need. He could fool himself into saying that he was just playing along, but the simple fact was that whenever Trevor got like this it made him weak in the knees.
Sypha shared a look with Trevor over Adrian's shoulder. She had a knowing smile on her lips and a glint in her eyes. She tossed the blanket open to make a space for him, revealing her creamy flesh peeking along the edges of the fabric.
Trevor pushed Adrian's pants down, peeling the tight leather from his hips and legs. He stepped out of them shakily – his grace conspicuously absent – leaving him naked in front of Sypha with his hardened organ sticking straight out in front of him. He could feel the open air on it; he was already leaking with excitement. Sucking Trevor and smelling him had been extremely arousing. Now this treatment of being stripped in front of Sypha while Trevor talked to him in such a commanding tone was adding exponentially to that sensation.
"Come here Adrian," she beckoned him down to her side, patting the space beside her. He crawled against her and she threw the covers over them both, wrapping him in warmth.
"I'm going to get breakfast started," Trevor said, bending to give Sypha a graphic kiss in front of him. His jaw and tongue worked on her, the cords of his neck shifting as he moved. He could hear their lips and tongues making a wet sound. Adrian's mouth was suddenly dry and it had nothing to do with thirst.
Trevor broke the kiss, nosing Sypha's temple lovingly. "He's really good with his mouth Syph," he said quietly to her, but Adrian could easily hear. He turned to Adrian, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Make her feel good too," he said before rising and striding naked across the room, snatching up the basket of eggs on his way to the kitchen. Evidently he was going to cook naked breakfast. That seemed like a fantastic idea. Adrian found himself staring after the hunter, his fingers on his lips, mind swirling.
Sypha pulled his attention to her then, rolling partly over him and catching his lips in a slow, deep kiss. Her eyes were bright and she looked well rested. He was happy that she didn't seem harmed in any way by his feeding. It was reassuring to finally have her awake – he hadn't had much opportunity to talk to her since he'd bitten her. He wanted to hear her tell him what it was like in her own words.
Presently, however, he was rather past the point of words with an armful of sorceress nearly on top of him.
"Good morning," she said sweetly, punctuating that with another kiss. Adrian felt her warm center on his leg. He smoothed his hands along her figure, following the swell of her rear and grabbing it tightly to pull her closer. Her breasts crushed against him deliciously. She smelled so good – just the scent of her skin alone made him even harder. She was so light and soft on him, and the heat of her core was like a flare burning against his cool flesh.
He kissed her hungrily, exploring her mouth with his tongue. He could feel the marks from yesterday – one puncture on the underside of her tongue, and two slices around her lips. He would be lying if he said that didn't excite him. The barest hint of her blood on her breath made him remember what it was like to pierce her and kiss her with it pooling in her mouth. For all that he wanted to be soft and gentle, that memory triggered all of his instinctual urges to possess her at once. He nearly growled, his tongue pressing against the wounds. He sucked the injured part of her lip into his mouth and shuddered at the sensation of the little scab, at the taste of it and the texture. Sypha allowed him a moment of this before she broke away and put a finger over his lips.
"Hey, slow down," she chided him, kissing his cheek while trailing her finger down his chest. "Let's try something else this morning."
"Sorry," he knew his voice was rough, it gave him away when he was feeling dangerous.
He turned his head to the side, sucking in a steadying breath. Part of him was already planning how he could bite her again, thinking about the taste. He needed to stop. It was too easy to forget himself when she was close and still sporting fresh wounds. He'd spent too long denying himself to control his reaction without great effort. He didn't want everything to be about blood now. He loved her, not for her blood but for the woman she was.
It was only that his nature was fighting itself. His human side wanted to explore her body. He wanted to taste her center, her mouth and her skin in the normal way, and having her so close was making his already aching cock strain and tent the blanket. But he was not only human. He was also a vampire who had spent a decade denying himself real blood and now that he'd had it he wanted more. It came in waves, one side gaining a foothold, then the other winning out. He wasn't hungry. There was no need for her blood, but he wanted it all the same.
He felt her hand sliding over his torso, down his belly to the fair patch of curled hair between his legs. His body was rigid and tense under her touch. She rested her palm over him, warm and teasing, but not touching his organ. He looked at her with eyes full of conflicted desires. She smiled gently and kissed his cheek, giving him a chance to compose himself. She seemed to understand what he was struggling with which only made him more awed by her.
His tension eased. He carefully put an arm around her and pulled her against him. He did just as he had when the instincts had surfaced a few minutes ago, near Trevor's artery. He allowed himself to feel them for what they were, accepted them, and pushed them firmly to the back of his mind. He would not be a slave to such primitive urges.
It was harder this time, but he felt himself slipping back into control after a few moments.
"Better?" she asked, evidently seeing him relax.
"Yes," he answered truthfully, feeling quite relieved and grateful for a partner who understood him so well.
"Good," she said gently. "Is it because of yesterday? Did biting me make you want blood more than before?"
He flushed, ashamed and feeling like he was acting like an animal. "Kind of. It should get easier. I'm trying-"
The hand over his pubic bone slid lower, interrupting his thoughts as she traced the length of his erect cock. "I think you're doing fine," she assured him sweetly, stroking his flesh with light touches. "You were very gentle with me yesterday Adrian. I'm glad I could share that with you."
He was finding it difficult to focus on what she was saying while her fingers teased him with agonizing slowness. He tried to push himself into her hand but she slid it back to the earlier position, resting over his pubic bone. "I didn't hurt you too much?"
Her fingers curled into the hair between his legs, tugging at it playfully as she considered her response. "It hurt, but it felt good too. Don't worry, I'm still in one piece."
She kissed his cheek.
"I noticed how much you enjoyed Trevor in your mouth just now," she said in a leading tone, changing the subject. Adrian's eyes snapped to hers. They were glittering. She smoothed her hand over the insides of his thighs. "I'd like to try something like that too, if you want to."
Yes, yes he definitely wanted that.
He buried his face against her shoulder suddenly, pulling her fully onto him with ease. She laid over him, her breasts crushing into his chest and his erection poking up behind her, between her legs. He realized that his prick was brushing the hot, wet place at her center. He jerked, his belly tightening, his eyes widening at the sensation. She gave him a devious grin, knowing exactly what she was doing to him as she wiggled slightly. He forgot all about whatever they'd been talking about in favour of rolling his hips. He felt himself sliding between her folds, her moisture slicking over his length.
He groaned loudly, a stunned expression on his face. He could not believe how soft she was, how hot. He grabbed her hips and began to move her against his cock without thinking. She weighed nothing to him, he could move her effortlessly. He couldn't imagine that there were things that would feel even better than this, he was barely touching her and it was already unbelievable.
"Adrian," she said slowly, her voice low and laced with something he'd heard in it before, when Trevor was inside her. Her fingers curled against his chest.
He looked at her in question, realizing what he was doing and he let her go, a guilty expression overtaking his features. She sat up on him, her knees straddling his stomach, her slit right on top of his belly. He stared at it, never having seen this part of her up close. Her scent was strong, stronger than usual because she was excited. He could see how wet she was, the clear slippery moisture darkening the hair around her outer folds. He wanted to touch her. He looked at her for permission and she gave him a flushed smile.
"Trevor said you're good with your mouth," she intoned quietly, and Adrian's dick drooled in answer, he could feel it straining in the open air. His hips bucked unintentionally, bouncing her on top of him.
He looked across the room to where Trevor was behind the kitchen counter with a towel slung over his bare shoulder. The smell of sausages grilling had filled the room at some point and Adrian had missed it completely. The hunter was watching them with a smug expression. Adrian felt Sypha's hand on his jaw, turning his attention back to her. She held him in her grasp and leaned down, kissing him hard, nipping his lips and sucking at his tongue. They broke apart and Adrian was breathing heavily, Sypha still holding his face in place by his jaw.
"I want you to make me come," she told him, her voice leaving him no room for argument.
Adrian found himself nodding, still staring up along her body. It occurred to him that he had no idea what he was doing, and truthfully at the moment he didn't care. He wanted anything she would let him have. He knew she would guide him if he was uncertain; she would tell him what she liked.
She crawled up his chest until her center was right over his mouth and nose. His hands were trembling slightly as she placed them on her hips. He held her carefully and inhaled, groaning at the overwhelming scent of her so close to him. Looking up he could see the slight curve of her stomach, and the pale underside of each breast, then past that her eyes watching him in anticipation. She knelt over him, keeping a little space between them so he could get a sense for where his face was supposed to fit before she lowered herself onto it.
He pushed his face against her and breathed in the heady scent of her aroused core, feeling his nose and lips already being slicked in her juices as she relaxed onto him. Somehow his erection managed to get even harder and his testicles almost hurt with how excited he was to be near her this way. He couldn't help making some low animal noise of pleasure at just her scent. He pressed deeper between her legs and he tasted her for the first time. She was salty – that was the strongest flavour – but there was far more to it than that; it was Sypha completely concentrated and deliciously spread over his face. His hips were rocking into the open air, his cock weeping freely and he found himself gripping her waist to pull her down onto him, smothering himself with her body. She covered his nose and mouth, and every time he managed to drag in a breath it was laden with her scent.
"Adrian use your tongue," she suggested and he realized that he was just rubbing his face in her, which probably wasn't doing nearly as much for her as it was for him. He had never even seen a woman's privates until last night, and certainly he had no idea what would feel good to her. He licked along her slit, paying careful attention to her reaction and listening to her heartbeat and breathing.
His tongue passed over her entrance and he thought that would be the most pleasurable spot, but it didn't have the reaction he expected. He swiped it higher, and she suddenly mumbled some profanity he'd expect to hear from Trevor and ground herself onto his face. He heard her heart quicken. He repeated the movement and was treated to a similar reaction. Emboldened, he played his tongue over the small nub of flesh between her folds and in moments she was bucking against his face and moaning in pleasure. He pressed a little harder with his tongue and she jumped, stiffening and withdrawing her body. He felt the cold air on his wet face. He blinked at her apologetically.
"Not so hard. It feels better if you try it fast and light," she said, settling back onto him. He did as she said and he felt her body quiver over top of him. He tried rolling the flat part of his tongue over her flesh, careful not to press too hard. In another minute she was clenching and her hips were twitching and Adrian was drowning in how wet she had become.
He fluttered his tongue quickly over her until she was panting and groaning and nearing orgasm, as far as he could tell. Experimentally, he closed his lips over the area and sucked lightly at her most sensitive place and he was rewarded with her legs clamping down on either side of his head and squeezing as she cried out in pleasure and became rigid all over for several seconds before she relaxed, sagging on him, trying to catch her breath while he quietly and happily suffocated beneath her.
"Oh my God Adrian," Sypha said after several seconds, now on all fours over top of him. "How can you move your tongue that fast?"
He was looking up at her body still and watching even more moisture leak out of her. He was certain he had never been so aroused in his life as he was beneath her right now, with her pleasure dripping onto his already soaked face. He was cruelly hard, so sensitive that he thought he would likely explode from the slightest friction on his poor overexcited prick.
Sypha looked over at Trevor while Adrian laid quietly beneath her and tried to keep himself from melting into an actual puddle on the floor. "You weren't kidding Trev," she said between laboured breaths. "That was fucking fantastic."
She sat back, resting on his chest and spreading her legs wide so he could see her completely open to him. His eyes fell on her inner thigh, drawn like a magnet to his bite. In the night the wound had bruised more, the two punctures from his fangs were crusted with small dark scabs and the area immediately around them was darkened blue-black with hickeys and bruising. Around that was now a larger, paler ring of purple discolouration.
He thought his heart might stop at the intense feeling he experienced looking at it. That was his bite. His mark. He recalled the heat of her blood spurting into his mouth. The sensation of his teeth in her flesh. The trust she had shown him to allow him to feed from her. His fingers were reaching out before he could stop himself, grazing along the damaged flesh in awe. His mouth dropped open, staring at the mark. It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. That in combination with her spread in front of him, sopping wet, her smell and moisture all over his face, and he was desperate to find release.
"S-Sypha," he said, his voice shaking as his free hand tugged at her hip and he shifted beneath her. "I really need-"
She met his eyes, her expression sated and still flushed. She pushed some hair off his face which was stuck there with his sweat and her juices, then stroked his cheek. "I know sweetheart," she said considerately, leaning in to kiss him. She didn't seem to mind her taste on him, she even licked it from his lips. She broke the kiss and eased off of him, dragging her hand over his chest.
He was now able to see his his poor suffering erection which had darkened considerably and was probably harder than it had ever been before. His testicles were tight and full, and there was a trail of glistening moisture along the side of his length which had dribbled from the tip. He didn't think he could actually tolerate waiting for release much longer. The room around him was starting to feel surreal. She bent and licked some of the moisture from the tip and he jerked wildly enough that his hips almost left the floor.
"Unnhhh," he moaned loud, his claws digging into the blankets on either side of him.
Trevor appeared beside them, wiping his hands clean on a towel. He was still naked. "I know this is terrible timing," he said apologetically. "But breakfast is ready."
Adrian felt a bit like the ground had been yanked out from under him. Who the Hell cared about fucking breakfast!? Could the man not see-
His frantic thoughts were cut short when the hunter lowered himself at Adrian's side and stretched out against him, wrapping a strong hand around his drooling prick. He was suddenly surrounded by them both, with Trevor lying on his left and Sypha kneeling on his right. He forgot whatever he was going to say in protest. Actually he forgot most of the words he knew at all. Sypha tugged on one of his hands while Trevor began to kiss the side of his face. He could hear the man sniffing him.
"I can smell her all over your face," Trevor informed him, teeth grazing his lip. Sypha's juices were beginning to dry on his nose and cheeks. "I knew you would love it between her legs," the hunter's voice was rough and low. "I've never seen you so hard. I guess now we know you love worshiping cock and pussy."
Adrian managed to make some kind of strangled noise of assent as Trevor's words sunk in and his hand slid expertly along his length.
I guess now we know you love worshiping cock and pussy.
The words echoed in his head.
Did he? Did he love that? Was that normal? Was it okay?
He knew he wasn't going to last long, he was already close and the things Trevor was saying to him somehow sounded so lewd the way he worded them, and Adrian couldn't help picturing himself actually worshiping their bodies, kissing them and touching them all over. It sounded exactly like something he wanted to do.
Did sucking my cock turn you on? I've never seen you so hard.
It was true. He could hardly stand the realization, but he knew it was true. He loved it. He loved having his face buried in either of them, as deep as he could go. Maybe something was wrong with him. Maybe he was a pervert. Maybe it was some preoccupation with scent and his mouth.
I knew you'd love it between her legs.
Oh God it was true, all of it.
I can smell her all over your face.
His head spun.
"Adrian feel how wet you made me," Sypha said, breaking his circular thoughts by pulling his attention to her. She had pressed his hand against her so he was essentially cupping her sex in his fingers, and he could already feel it. He knew how wet she was, he'd just had his face there a second ago-
"Shorten your claws," she told him and it took him several seconds to process what she said and gain some understanding of what she wanted.
Oh.
Ohhhh.
He dutifully withdrew the claws on his right hand and she took his middle and ring fingers and pressed them to her entrance.
His fingers sank a few inches into her heat and she pulled them out, then pressed them back in further and Adrian actually whimpered at the feeling of her body and the sensation of Trevor jerking him off. He was so close now that he was straining not to come because he didn't want it to be over. He slid into her deeper and felt her body around him, the slightly ridged texture of her passage, the way she clenched and moved on his hand and how she reacted when he curled his fingers experimentally. His mouth was open in ecstasy, his crimson eyes wide and glazed, hazy red aura hovering all around him.
He looked between them, seeing the way Trevor was studying him, watching him twitch and groan under his hand, bruised marks on his throat from Adrian sucking there. He saw Sypha still flushed from her recent orgasm, guiding his hand inside her and wearing his bite on her thigh.
That was it for him. He'd already been riding the edge and that pushed him over. He came without warning; so hard his vision blanked for a second, his whole body rigid as his testicles emptied and a mess of white spurted from the tip of his cock. He knew he was making a terribly obscene grunting noise that he had never heard come out of his own mouth and he was helpless to stop it.
Moments later he was limp and panting, his eyes hooded and every muscle tingling with satisfaction. Sypha worked his fingers out of her body while Trevor grabbed the towel he'd had before and was wiping ejaculate from his hand. He considerately cleaned Adrian off as well and chucked the towel in some unknown direction. The blonde just laid there with a dazed, spent expression on his face and let them do whatever they wanted while he waited for the world to stop spinning.
Sypha leaned over him to kiss him. He weakly tried to respond but mostly her mouth was moving and he was laying there boneless. Trevor ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it off of his face. They kissed one another in front of him and he closed his eyes for a few seconds, resting.
"Alright, enough fucking around. Let's eat before it gets cold," Trevor said after a minute, disentangling himself and getting up to put the food he'd prepared onto plates.
"I'm starving," Sypha announced from beside him, her stomach growling enthusiastically.
Adrian blinked his eyes open, still reeling and feeling sensitive and tingly all over. He sat up and Sypha brought him a damp cloth, wiping his face and his hand clean before she eased his shirt over his head, helping him put his arms into the sleeves.
He made it into his pants and to the table and a large plate of scrambled eggs, sausage and a few other tidbits was set in front of him along with a glass of fresh goat's milk and a cup of tea. He could feel both Trevor and Sypha watching him as he cut up his sausage and tried a piece with a forkful of eggs.
"Well that was fun," Trevor said after a few minutes.
Adrian looked at them both, feeling the blush creeping along his cheeks.
"Did you like it too Adrian?" Sypha asked him, seeing his embarrassed face.
He nodded and gulped his tea, hiding behind the mug.
Trevor was looking at him with a fond smile. He gave Sypha the same expression. "I hope you both know how fucking incredible you are. I'm going to die a happy man after all," he said, grabbing one of his sausages with his bare hand and biting it in half then proceeding to chew loudly with his mouth open. He chased it with the goat milk, slurping obnoxiously.
Adrian could not seem to find his words, though there were plenty of things playing on a loop in his head. He stared at his plate and picked at his food delicately, knowing that his face was red all the way up to the points of his ears.
A hand on his shoulder startled him enough that he almost choked on a piece of sausage. He looked up at Trevor, swallowing the piece of meat deliberately.
"Adrian you alright?"
He stared at the hunter, feeling like he'd been caught in a compromising position. Was he alright? He didn't really know. Everything they'd done had felt good. Really good. He'd liked it, but he was confused as to what that said about him. It was becoming clear to him that he had certain... tastes. Proclivities. He didn't fully understand them yet and it was embarrassing to talk about. He was obviously very turned on by seeing his marks on Trevor and Sypha, but it wasn't that which made him uncertain. He understood that. What he didn't fully understand was the rest of it. When he spoke his voice came out in a foreign squeak that he was certain couldn't possibly belong to him. "I'm fine," he said, but it came out more like 'I'm fine?' and his voice cracked at the end.
Trevor gave him the most disarming smile then, which he was not expecting. He pushed his chair out and strode to Adrian's side, pulling him up from his breakfast and into a tight hug. Sypha joined the embrace, and they were both holding him between them.
"You can talk to us," Sypha encouraged him, twirling a lock of his hair around her finger.
Trevor hooked an arm around his waist. "She's right. Was it too much? I uh… maybe I read it wrong. I should have-
"You didn't."
"What?"
"You didn't read it wrong," Adrian confessed quietly, encouraged by their supporting arms around him. "It was… exciting. I liked it. The way Trevor talked to me and undressed me while Sypha watched... tasting and smelling you both and making you feel good… I've never been so turned on in my entire life," he admitted softly, cheeks blazing.
"Christ, you can't tell me things like that or we'll never even make it to the castle. I'm gonna fu-
"Trevor!" Sypha cut him off.
"What? He said he liked it!"
"Just… eat your breakfast."
"Fine," the hunter grumbled, but there was no seriousness in his voice. He slid back into his seat to finish his meal, evidently pleased by Sypha's irritated expression. He caught Adrian's eyes and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Adrian found there was a little smile on his lips and he didn't feel quite so embarrassed anymore. There was nobody in the world he trusted more than Trevor and Sypha. There was nobody else he would even consider allowing to know him this way. Since the inn he'd been slowly discovering his own sexuality, albeit with some rather debilitating setbacks along the way. But he had already moved past many of those, and he was stronger for it. He was curious, he found, to learn more about what he liked, and what his partners liked. Hopefully there would be plenty of time for that in the future.
All they had to do was defeat the most powerful vampire in existence and manage not to get killed in the process.
Adrian thought perhaps he would start with breakfast. They could worry about the rest once everyone had a full stomach.
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A/N:... I told you it was all smut. I get the worst nerves writing this sort of thing. This chapter made me crazy and I can't say I'm entirely satisfied with it, but I can't dwell on it anymore, I need to move forward.
I would love to hear what you thought! Should I add more of this type of content? Is it out of place? Did you like it? Hate it? Let me know! Hopefully the inspirational juices will flow a little better now and you won't have to wait so long for the next installment! Thank you so much for reading.