Page 22 of Inhuman Natures #1

Rake

Rake pulled DJ and Shaun along by their hands into the bedroom, eager to get started.

But before things got more heated, he needed to establish some better practice.

“Now that Lawrence isn’t here, you can speak freely and tell us what your real limits are,” he said.

Shaun gave him a helpless look. “I don’t know, honestly. A lot that Lawrence did, I think I’d enjoy under other circumstances. He would go too far, but I like a bit of pain, and I don’t have a dominant bone in my body.”

“Not yet, anyway,” DJ said, pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek.

“Deej, I swear I will gag you if you can’t be serious,” Rake said.

DJ pressed his lips together, giving Rake a solemn nod.

Rake continued, concentrating on Shaun. “Even just one limit is a good start.”

“The cane.” Shaun shuddered. “I hated that as a punishment.”

Rake didn’t imagine that any infraction of Shaun’s would warrant the use of an implement as harsh as a cane wielded by a vampire. He had to let go of his anger for now, though, and show Shaun how a good Dominant acted.

“That’s good. No more caning. What about the crop?” Rake asked hesitantly, conscious that he’d already used that on Shaun.

“I liked it. Felt different. Warmer? Not so hard?” Shaun didn’t seem sure of his answer.

“How about we focus on what you like instead? Acts, toys, positions…?”

“I enjoyed everything you did with me before, and everything I saw you do with DJ.”

So bondage was a definite yes, as well as mild pain play. That jibed with Rake’s kinks.

“How about anything you haven’t tried that you’d like to?” DJ asked. “I never knew I liked or even wanted to be rimmed until Rake just dove in one day. Now I can’t get enough.” He shot an exaggerated wink their way.

“I’ve never done that. Either way,” Shaun clarified.

“We need to start a list of things to try,” Rake said.

DJ groaned. “We are not becoming the kind of kinksters that keep contracts, Rake. I know the idea of paperwork turns you on, but that’s a hard limit.”

“Admin does not count as a hard limit,” Rake huffed.

“Bad Dom,” DJ said as he attempted to flick Rake on the nose. “You need to respect my boundaries.”

“I do! Fine. No lists.” Rake tried not to pout but, judging by the small smile playing on Shaun’s lips, he didn’t quite manage it. “Anything else you haven’t done that you’d like?”

Shaun looked nervous. “Um. Blowjobs.” He spoke so quickly that it took a few seconds to decipher the words.

“But…” Rake frowned, not understanding. He’d seen Shaun give Lawrence one. Then it dawned on him. “Receiving?”

Shaun’s head dipped in the smallest of nods.

“Oh my god,” DJ said. “I call first time!” He pounced on top of Shaun. “I’m gonna suck you so good. I’ve been wanting your dick in my mouth ever since I first saw it.”

Shaun still looked embarrassed at the divulgence, but Rake saw how DJ’s enthusiasm set him at ease. Rake mimed writing on a fake note in the air. “Receiving blowjobs. It’s first on the list.”

DJ shot him a secretive little smile over Shaun’s head.

They went back and forth about a few more general expectations, with a focus on Shaun’s sensitivities.

It was difficult for Rake to tell how Shaun felt about some of the acts he described, but anything he seemed nervous about, Rake put off the table for now.

He reminded Shaun several times that they could stop whenever he wanted, to the point that Shaun politely but firmly told him that he was fine and didn’t need to be told again.

Still, Rake would make extra sure to pay attention to Shaun throughout the scene. Better safe than sorry.

Another benefit to going over their limits was discovering how Shaun’s vampiric nature impacted their play.

They didn’t have to use condoms, as Shaun was technically dead already and so couldn’t carry any disease.

Shaun was also far hardier than any human—with no need to breathe and no blood pumping through his veins, more extreme forms of play weren’t as risky .

Not that Rake intended on doing anything extreme, but it was fun to know he had the option.

DJ began to bounce between the bed and the floor as he got himself amped up. Soon enough, that energy would dissipate, and Rake would have a sweet, docile DJ on his hands. Until then, however, Rake faced a challenge.

“Deej,” he said, steering DJ away from where he was trying to tickle Shaun. “Get the toy box out.”

DJ was at their wardrobe in seconds, ripping the doors open with such alacrity that Rake half-expected them to come off their hinges. Shaun watched on with interest, but Rake decided he should distract him as well.

“Shaun.” Rake waited until he had his full attention. “Get undressed. I want you naked and standing at the edge of the bed.”

Shaun’s hands trembled a little as he reached for the waistband of the shorts he had on. Rake’s own shorts, which made him inordinately pleased. Having Shaun wear his clothing felt right in a primal sort of way.

But Rake didn’t like how nervous Shaun looked, so he put his hands on top of his, helping to steady them.

Shaun looked up at him with such trust that it gave Rake pause. Shaun might have been stronger, older, and more durable than Rake, but something in his being came across as vulnerable. It wasn’t his size or his softness—Rake knew better than to assume that. Perhaps it was his eyes.

Even though Rake was terrible at intuiting most people’s moods, he could decipher every emotion flickering through Shaun’s grey-blue eyes at that moment. It was like a superpower, where he could peer into Shaun’s mind and read his every thought as easily as words on a page.

Rake would value Shaun’s submission as the most precious of gifts and repay Shaun’s honesty in kind.

Rake hadn’t felt this way about anyone other than DJ. He’d never intended on feeling like this about anyone other than DJ. He’d been sure the two of them would spend the rest of their lives together, and now he couldn’t imagine Shaun not being there with them too.

It was fast, sure. But Rake had nursed his crush on DJ for two long years after meeting him during Freshers’ week. He wasn’t about to wait around this time—he knew what he wanted.

And, currently, that was for Shaun to be naked.

Rake guided Shaun’s hands, pulling the shorts down his slim legs. It left Shaun bare, just how Rake wanted him. He kept hold of Shaun’s hands until DJ placed their oversized box of toys beside them.

“There you go, Sir,” DJ said. DJ’s hands hovered over the latch, waiting for permission.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Rake said. “I think you ought to join Shaun in getting undressed before anything else, however.”

DJ was more haphazard than Shaun, shucking his clothes off in an order that confounded Rake.

DJ discarded one sock before unbuttoning his shirt, then took off his trousers and boxers, and only then did he remove the other sock.

For some reason, he left removing his open shirt till last. Rake was pretty sure that if it were possible, DJ would have tried to remove his boxers first. He didn’t put it past him to try one time .

Rake enjoyed staying clothed until the last possible second.

There was nothing that turned him on more than having DJ, and now Shaun too, accessible to his every look and touch.

Knowing that his lovers wanted to see him in the same state of undress and denying their wishes until he deemed it permissible was the kind of heady control he craved.

It had him hard and straining inside of his boxer briefs already.

But first, Rake needed to get DJ into his collar. It didn’t feel right, collaring only DJ for the scene, but it wasn’t like he had any spare collars lying around. Besides, Shaun wasn’t fully his.

Yet.

So, he fetched DJ’s collar from its home in his bedside table.

DJ bowed his head as Rake approached, letting him fasten the supple leather around his neck.

There was something so deeply right about a collared DJ—the sight of it always made Rake’s chest burst with pride that DJ would wear his devotion to Rake around his neck.

Only then did Rake remove the small silver chain DJ wore every day, unclasping it and placing it in the box where they stored his play collar. This way, he would never be without one.

Rake didn’t miss how Shaun’s eyes followed every movement he made. Whilst Rake was glad Shaun no longer wore Lawrence’s collar, Shaun’s bare neck looked like it was missing something. Rake would have to think of some way to rectify that, and soon.

After giving DJ and Shaun a quick forehead kiss each, Rake was ready to begin. “Don’t touch each other yet,” he said as he opened the toy box. “And no coming without my permission. ”

He didn’t miss the mumbled and sarcastic, “Of course not, Sir,” from DJ. Rake smiled to himself. Just for that, DJ was coming last.

Rake had organised their toy box into a logical system: each item with its own demarcated space, with the most frequently used items near the top. He picked out the same cock ring he’d had DJ wear at the club when Shaun had been watching them.

“I don’t suppose I need to tell you what to do with that, DJ,” he remarked as he chucked it onto the bed.

“ Sir ,” came the whiny and expected complaint.

“Put it on.”

Rake suspected DJ was rolling his eyes. The quiet huff of amusement from Shaun made it worth letting DJ off with it. Rake had promised Shaun that they would have a good time, and to him, that meant fun and laughter as much as it meant kink and orgasms.

Rake brought out a few coils of black rope and laid them out on the bed, as well as some simple padded cuffs.

“DJ,” Rake said. “Turn around.”

DJ did as he was told after shooting a wicked grin at Shaun. Rake fastened the cuffs onto DJ’s wrists, then signalled for DJ to sink to the carpet. “I want you to kneel and watch, in silence, as I tie Shaun up.”

“Yes, Sir.” DJ knelt as commanded on the floor, eyes following Rake as he made his way over to the bed where Shaun was waiting.