Page 132 of Inhuman Nature
“Sweetheart, come here. I want to put it in for you,” Rake said.
“Oh, god,” DJ said.
“You like that idea?” Rake asked. “Me showing you how to fuck him?”
Shaun groaned. “Stop talking about it and fuck me!” He received a resounding spank for that, but he just smiled into the darkness and wiggled his arse in the air. “DJ, Ineedyou.”
“Anything,” DJ promised, spitting onto Shaun’s hole.
Shaun twisted his neck to watch Rake guide DJ’s dick into his arse. DJ kept both hands tight on Shaun’s waist, keeping him in place. Even though Rake had, as he’d said, opened Shaun up for DJ, it was still alot. When the head of DJ’s cock popped inside of him, the pressure knifed through Shaun’s body. Yet when Shaun felt Rake’s fist at the base of DJ’s dick, stopping him from sinking fully inside, Shaun was glad there was more to come.
Rake didn’t seem in a rush to relinquish his hold. “Fuckhim like this for a bit, Deej.”
“Yes, Sir,” DJ gritted out. It pleased Shaun to know DJ was on the edge of coming already, judging by his voice. DJ’s fingers dug into Shaun’s hips as he withdrew and then fucked slowly back into him. After a few strokes, Shaun grew used to the fullness. He was ready for the last couple of inches. Instead of being given the rest of DJ’s cock, however, there was more pressure on his rim on DJ’s next thrust. It was something he hadn’t expected.
Rake pressed a finger in alongside DJ’s cock. Shaun cried out as it stretched him wider than he’d thought he could go.
Rake slapped a hand over Shaun’s mouth. “Shh, sweetheart. You’ll wake the dead.”
Shaun didn’t just hear DJ’s muffled laughter—it vibrated through him. Shaun moaned into Rake’s hand, tasting the slightest hint of his own blood and Rake’s cum. If Shaun thought he was full before, it had nothing on the sensation of DJ’s cock alongside Rake’s finger. Shaun relaxed into it as much as possible, easing his tension.
“One day,” Rake said, voice deep and raspy, “we’re both going to fuck you, both of our thick cocks at the same time in your tight hole.” Shaun whimpered into Rake’s hand at the thought.
“Rake!” DJ gasped, movement stuttering as another of Rake’s fingers slipped into Shaun’s hole. “I’m gonna come.”
“Make Shaun come first,” Rake directed.
One of DJ’s hands went straight to Shaun’s bobbing cock, jerking him fast. Shaun whined as he built towards the crest, orgasm spilling out of him in a muffled scream. DJ moaned as he came inside of Shaun, Rake’s hand strokinghim through the orgasm.
DJ yanked Shaun backwards, turning him around and picking him up. “Can I?” DJ asked, teeth scraping along Shaun’s neck.
Shaun’s head lolled back. “Yes, please, yes.”
As DJ bit one side of his neck, Rake took the other, bracketing Shaun’s body between theirs. Shaun revelled in knowing he was satiating his men, savouring the sting of pain in his neck as they drank from him.
Rake and DJ were both Shaun’s. Forever.
He’d finally got what he wanted. And even better, he knew hedeserved it.
Epilogue
Kit hadn’t seen Shaun, Rake and DJ for a fair few years. They’d tried to keep in touch after the events in Brighton, but Kit knew his own responses—or lack of—weren’t conducive to maintaining a burgeoning friendship. It had all been too raw in those early days.
Shaun’s most recent message had been straight to the point, asking if Kit wanted to meet up. Despite his reservations, Kit agreed, unable to deny Shaun’s innocent enthusiasm at the idea.
A few evenings later, Kit drove down to where they were meeting near the Borders, to a little pub close to a service station.
The trio were there already when Kit pulled in, and he took a few seconds to observe them together. Rake was still the one in charge, quiet confidence radiating from him as the other two talked animatedly. DJ looked comfortable in his skin. Kit hadn’t remembered him being like that when they’d first met. It suited him.
Wedged between Rake and DJ on the bench was Shaun. He appeared at ease. Relaxed. Happy.
Happy in a way that made Kit’s gut twist. He pressed his eyes shut as he willed away the green mist that descended. Instead, he focused on trying to be glad that at least one ofthem had broken free of the shackles their creator had placed upon them.
Kit got out of the car, the trio all turning in his direction when he shut the door a hair too hard. He had a silent, stern word with himself as he walked towards them, putting on a smile and waving as if he hadn’t been seething with jealousy only seconds ago.
“Kit!” Shaun said, wriggling out from the seat and running over to him, ginger hair bouncing around his face. “Can I hug you?”
Kit nodded before properly digesting the question, and a second later, he found himself with an armful of Shaun. Although Kit’s first instinct was to push him away, he persevered and discovered he didn’t mind the contact. As Shaun pulled back, Kit wondered when the last time was that someone had willingly touched him. He couldn’t recall.