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Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 16
Title: Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 16
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1089
Many thanks to Meridae. She knows what she did.
Follows from Part 15
‘Connell’s driving would be better on a racecourse,’ Everett cringed as the car took another swipe at a turn. ‘Guess I don’t have to worry too much about pre-maturely coming. The upholstery is going to have permanent indents from my nails.’ There was a laugh from the front of the car from Connell and then he moaned. Connell did an overlong glance down into his lap in Everett’s opinion and then Everett noticed where Stephen’s head was and what its movements entailed. ‘Oh shit,’ and he was back to hard discomfort again; Connell was usually the one giving not receiving.
“You,” Connell pointed at Everett, “cockring. You,” he pointed at Stephen, “Bed now and if either of you like those clothes you’ve got on, you’d better get them off. I’m going to go get the orange juice. You’re both going to need it.”
“What?”
With a smug smile, “they don’t like it when someone challenges what’s theirs. They don’t consider us things but we are theirs. You are going to feel very owned by the time morning comes around.” Stephen was quickly divesting himself of clothing sparing a moment to look at Everett. “He wasn’t kidding when he said if you liked them. You’ll look like Cinderella after the step-sisters got a hold of her.”
Everett went with less tidy folding and more throwing the clothes anywhere to get them off. Wrinkled clothing could be washed and ironed if need be. Shredded was dust cloths if there were large enough pieces left. There was barely time to finish and he was trying to snap the cockring on as Connell came through the door carrying a bucket filled with ice embedded around 2 glasses and the container of orange juice. His fangs gleamed as he smiled at Everett’s anxious fumbling to fit on his only allowed clothing.
“Let me sweetling.” Everett found himself accurately tossed onto the bed next to Stephen, Connell’s cool mouth sucking him up to full hardness and the cockring snapped firmly into place.
Turning his attention to Stephen, “Now what to do with you,” Connell grinned and reached down for a piece of ice popping into his mouth. “We wouldn’t want you to come before you’re properly sweetened and not enjoy the fullness of the loving.” The crack of the lube bottle on opening was loud in the room but it was Everett that got the first chilled fingers on him stroking over his cock, as Connell lowered his icy mouth onto Stephen. That was when Everett discovered that vampires could purr, as Stephen, in spite of the ice, cried out his completion. Everett didn’t last long the first time either as Connell switched his attentions to him and barely warm fingers stroked him inside.
The orange juice with the glasses rested comfortably in its melting bed of ice where the lube bottle somehow found its way after each use. It was Everett or Stephen who complained but Connell said that it made it easy to find it when he wanted it. Stephen punched him on the shoulder but the lube stayed easily found.
“Can you move?”
“Think so.”
“We’ve got to close the drapes.”
Everett groaned grumbling, “Why doesn’t he have an electric closing system again, that we can just push a button to do it?”
Mentally, “modern things sometimes glitch. Why trust important necessities to something like that when two sexy delicious men can do it and provide a much more appealing view.”
“YOUR EYES ARE CLOSED!”
“It’s restraint. I could gaze upon my lovelies and be struck by a hunger that would prevent the draperies being drawn until after the sun was up. We wouldn’t want that,” was said sleepily.
He said ‘thank you’ afterwards and gave into the daylight’s slumberous effects, Everett and Stephen curled up once again on either side.
“Why did he spank you like that in the parking lot?” Everett asked as they drew the draperies across the other windows in the house.
“Remember what I said about respect and vampires? My comment and what you said after, being disrespectful. Connell had to provide a show of discipline.” Stephen shrugged. “Warren knew that Connell would make it better once he’d left and they both were probably relieved that we broke up the confrontation they were swiftly escalating towards. It wasn’t a big show of disrespect and the discipline might have been meant to show you what could happen if you did enter into a contract instead of freelancing but he didn’t want to scare you into fleeing this area or even not considering him as a possible substitute.” He put the orange juice back into the refrigerator as Everett loaded the glasses in the dishwasher. “It’s all silly vampire games. Warren’s Connell’s friend.”
“Connell was still going to fight him for me?”
“If you don’t think that Connell is attached to you, you weren’t listening. He mentioned courtship. And even if that wasn’t the case, vampires are possessive of their food sources. That why there’s the Blood Donor Clinic. It’s controlled, safe for both individuals, and more importantly anonymous so that the vampire is less likely to become emotionally attached. You and Connell clicked.” He grinned, “and I’m glad to have a donor partner.” He moved to wrap his arms around Everett, “I like you,” he rubbed his hardening cock against Everett’s leg.
Laughing Everett pushed him away, “Tease, I can’t believe you have anything in you left after last night. I think my balls are empty.” Giggling, “You told him not to talk with his mouth full when he was whispering sweet nothings of what he was going to do to me.”
“The man needed to keep his mind on business and he was going to make you come while his mouth was on me if he kept that up.”
“I wouldn’t have, you know. Don’t know how he does it but I wasn’t going to be coming until he wanted me to. Believe me without the porn, I’d still have lost it from watching you with his fingers appearing and disappearing into your hole and you fucking into his mouth.” Everett grabbed for his crotch squeezing. “Fuck! I was nearly humping my tits on the wall at work, but this is just as bad and I’ve nothing left inside to give.”
Reaching into the refrigerator to retrieve the orange juice, “Bet you will … tonight,” was said with an evil smile, “if only for a snack. He should still be pretty full but that never stopped him.”
Continues with Part 17
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1089
Many thanks to Meridae. She knows what she did.
Follows from Part 15
‘Connell’s driving would be better on a racecourse,’ Everett cringed as the car took another swipe at a turn. ‘Guess I don’t have to worry too much about pre-maturely coming. The upholstery is going to have permanent indents from my nails.’ There was a laugh from the front of the car from Connell and then he moaned. Connell did an overlong glance down into his lap in Everett’s opinion and then Everett noticed where Stephen’s head was and what its movements entailed. ‘Oh shit,’ and he was back to hard discomfort again; Connell was usually the one giving not receiving.
“You,” Connell pointed at Everett, “cockring. You,” he pointed at Stephen, “Bed now and if either of you like those clothes you’ve got on, you’d better get them off. I’m going to go get the orange juice. You’re both going to need it.”
“What?”
With a smug smile, “they don’t like it when someone challenges what’s theirs. They don’t consider us things but we are theirs. You are going to feel very owned by the time morning comes around.” Stephen was quickly divesting himself of clothing sparing a moment to look at Everett. “He wasn’t kidding when he said if you liked them. You’ll look like Cinderella after the step-sisters got a hold of her.”
Everett went with less tidy folding and more throwing the clothes anywhere to get them off. Wrinkled clothing could be washed and ironed if need be. Shredded was dust cloths if there were large enough pieces left. There was barely time to finish and he was trying to snap the cockring on as Connell came through the door carrying a bucket filled with ice embedded around 2 glasses and the container of orange juice. His fangs gleamed as he smiled at Everett’s anxious fumbling to fit on his only allowed clothing.
“Let me sweetling.” Everett found himself accurately tossed onto the bed next to Stephen, Connell’s cool mouth sucking him up to full hardness and the cockring snapped firmly into place.
Turning his attention to Stephen, “Now what to do with you,” Connell grinned and reached down for a piece of ice popping into his mouth. “We wouldn’t want you to come before you’re properly sweetened and not enjoy the fullness of the loving.” The crack of the lube bottle on opening was loud in the room but it was Everett that got the first chilled fingers on him stroking over his cock, as Connell lowered his icy mouth onto Stephen. That was when Everett discovered that vampires could purr, as Stephen, in spite of the ice, cried out his completion. Everett didn’t last long the first time either as Connell switched his attentions to him and barely warm fingers stroked him inside.
The orange juice with the glasses rested comfortably in its melting bed of ice where the lube bottle somehow found its way after each use. It was Everett or Stephen who complained but Connell said that it made it easy to find it when he wanted it. Stephen punched him on the shoulder but the lube stayed easily found.
“Can you move?”
“Think so.”
“We’ve got to close the drapes.”
Everett groaned grumbling, “Why doesn’t he have an electric closing system again, that we can just push a button to do it?”
Mentally, “modern things sometimes glitch. Why trust important necessities to something like that when two sexy delicious men can do it and provide a much more appealing view.”
“YOUR EYES ARE CLOSED!”
“It’s restraint. I could gaze upon my lovelies and be struck by a hunger that would prevent the draperies being drawn until after the sun was up. We wouldn’t want that,” was said sleepily.
He said ‘thank you’ afterwards and gave into the daylight’s slumberous effects, Everett and Stephen curled up once again on either side.
“Why did he spank you like that in the parking lot?” Everett asked as they drew the draperies across the other windows in the house.
“Remember what I said about respect and vampires? My comment and what you said after, being disrespectful. Connell had to provide a show of discipline.” Stephen shrugged. “Warren knew that Connell would make it better once he’d left and they both were probably relieved that we broke up the confrontation they were swiftly escalating towards. It wasn’t a big show of disrespect and the discipline might have been meant to show you what could happen if you did enter into a contract instead of freelancing but he didn’t want to scare you into fleeing this area or even not considering him as a possible substitute.” He put the orange juice back into the refrigerator as Everett loaded the glasses in the dishwasher. “It’s all silly vampire games. Warren’s Connell’s friend.”
“Connell was still going to fight him for me?”
“If you don’t think that Connell is attached to you, you weren’t listening. He mentioned courtship. And even if that wasn’t the case, vampires are possessive of their food sources. That why there’s the Blood Donor Clinic. It’s controlled, safe for both individuals, and more importantly anonymous so that the vampire is less likely to become emotionally attached. You and Connell clicked.” He grinned, “and I’m glad to have a donor partner.” He moved to wrap his arms around Everett, “I like you,” he rubbed his hardening cock against Everett’s leg.
Laughing Everett pushed him away, “Tease, I can’t believe you have anything in you left after last night. I think my balls are empty.” Giggling, “You told him not to talk with his mouth full when he was whispering sweet nothings of what he was going to do to me.”
“The man needed to keep his mind on business and he was going to make you come while his mouth was on me if he kept that up.”
“I wouldn’t have, you know. Don’t know how he does it but I wasn’t going to be coming until he wanted me to. Believe me without the porn, I’d still have lost it from watching you with his fingers appearing and disappearing into your hole and you fucking into his mouth.” Everett grabbed for his crotch squeezing. “Fuck! I was nearly humping my tits on the wall at work, but this is just as bad and I’ve nothing left inside to give.”
Reaching into the refrigerator to retrieve the orange juice, “Bet you will … tonight,” was said with an evil smile, “if only for a snack. He should still be pretty full but that never stopped him.”
Continues with Part 17