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“It doesn’t mean anything,” I want to snarl, but nothing but a raspy groan comes out. As if he knows what I was going to say, he clicks his tongue, his hungry stare still on my collarbone, while he keeps me pinned against the wall with his other hand.
“This means everything, petit amour. This means what we already knew. That you belong to me.”
Before I realize what he’s doing, he’s already leaned in, brushing his lips over the broken tissue. He kisses the precious shape, laps around its curves, suckles at the skin until it leaves a bruise. And all the while, I stand there with a burning throat and a clenched jaw, hating my body for betraying me yet once again.
“Are you already hard for me?” Edouard mumbles.
I shake my head wildly.
When his hand finally leaves my throat, I cough and splutter, and am no competition for the way he roughly rips open the rest of my shirt.
“I’ve wanted you ever since you left that very moment.” He spins me around and I wince when my face hits the wall forcefully. He slides my school pants and briefs down my hips, making the knife in my hand feel clumsy and useless. Edouard lets out a strained sound, then slides down onto his knees and spreads my ass cheeks apart. His warm tongue laps at my entrance, and I jolt in shock at the sudden sensation. His nails and rings dig into my flesh, causing a burning ache, leaving all the space for the wet tip of his tongue to probe and dig, to lap and kiss until my body lets him come closer and find the crease between my cheeks.
“Oh, f-fuck,” I cry out. I shudder when desire blooms, and it’s making my stomach all tingly.
Edouard taps one of my cheeks, hard, and I yelp. “Has anyone touched this since you were gone from me?” He dives right back in, lapping and slurping, humming and pinching. My dick is rock hard within no time, and I grind my hips against the wall as I pant once more, this time not from the chase.
I should. I should run away from him, show him, show him?—
He slaps my other cheek, slowly standing up until he blankets my naked back, and I jolt from the ache.
“I asked you a question.”
“I—I—” He continues licking and I squeeze my eyes closed, needing to get my voice to work. My throat clicks, but no words come out.
“Come here, beautiful. Already impatient to join our play, aren’t you?” Edouard asks. My eyes pop open. The question isn’t aimed at me. I can sense someone else approaching, someone I can’t see from my angle. It makes my muscles clench. Shaking my head, I try to turn and see, but Edouard’s grip on my throat tightens and I stay put, pinched against the wall with my pants pulled down and my cock rock hard, helpless. He rubs his erection against my naked ass, making me shiver. “Show me how you make these fingers nice and slick.”
I see him then, a guy around my size, huddled in a black cloak. He comes close, and this time I can turn my head enough to see how the stranger takes Edouard’s fingers inside his mouth. A guttural rumble escapes my throat involuntarily and I look away, too ashamed, while Edouard chuckles, rubbing his cheek against the back of my head.
“Oh, he feels good, our sweet brother,” he muses. “But nothing like you, baby bird.” And then he slides a wet finger inside my hole, passing my muscle with embarrassing little resistance as he lets it disappear into my channel. I gasp, hips bucking as I moan. Edouard’s mouth is back on the hair on my nape, moaning. “God, you feel so good. So tight. Tell me, am I the only one who has played with your ass?”
I don’t want to tell him. Don’t want to feed that ego of his any more. But his touch is bliss and I’ve missed it so much. Tears well up in my eyes and I lift one arm to hide from sight, afraid of anyone seeing how much Edouard affects me. “Oui.” The word sounds like the exact defeat it is, a mere hush.
“Bien. Alors, maintenant…get down, darling, on your knees, and suckle on my other finger.” I feel the soft fabric of a cloak brushing my ass cheek when the stranger slides down onto his knees, lapping at the finger that’s sitting right by my entrance. I let out a moan at the sensation, then grind my jaw to prevent myself from giving in even further.
“I know, mon chat,” Edouard hushes. “That feels good, doesn’t it?”
God, it does. His second finger stretches me open and I force myself to relax, to give in to the sensation of that licking mouth that’s lingering by my hole.
“I—I hate you,” I stutter.
Edouard’s fingers have found my prostate, and they flick the spot while that foreign tongue drags toward my balls, suckling one in and…
“F-fuck.” My hips jerk and Edouard grabs me by my hair and pulls me in and against his chest, while his fingers are still working my ass. I can’t help myself from looking down to where the stranger has now moved to suckling on my other ball, leaving my cock hard as rock, the tip furiously leaking precum. He releases me, then smiles at me from behind his simple, white mask. He has a gorgeous mouth. Full, soft lips, that are glistening with spit. Then his tongue darts out and he shows me how he licks at my balls once more. I gasp heavily, then whine as Edouard removes his fingers slowly.
“May I?” The kneeling stranger asks, his voice soft and smooth, and I am only a little surprised when not one, but two voices simultaneously reply.
“Oui.”
Who are you? I want to ask him. But a cool, blunt object presses against my slick hole, and my thoughts go numb. Everything. It all washes away when I feel Edouard entering me. He has always been surprisingly gentle, and today, two years after I left him, he’s once more careful, prepared with lube, as he fills me up entirely.
“Look at him,” he muses against my ear, and his breath causes goosebumps. “Isn’t he sweet? His name is Olivier, and he’s my friend’s chosen one.”
I shiver.
“Hmm, feel that, mon chat. And let me tell you the other reason you’re here, aside from being claimed by me, your owner.” He starts rocking, rubbing his tip against my g-spot with every roll of his hips. The knife must have clattered out of my hands at some stage, because when I clench my hands to fists, I no longer hold it. Edouard’s lips trace the curve of my neck as I stare down and right into the eyes of the stranger on his knees, who’s now licking at my cock, licking it like it’s a delicious ice-cream, his eyes flickering with adoration. Edouard’s right. He does look sweet. My entire body jerks. Like this, with both of them working me, I’m not going to last.
“I don’t want to hear it.” I pant. I don’t want to know. Edouard just hums.
