(Dianne) Fox Writes

Set after Angels Come to Visit, but before “Naming Day”, this was written to a prompt by Kathleen Bradean on the Torquere Social LiveJournal.

Keir arched, pushing his cock deeper into Christophe’s mouth. He was so close, and Christophe’s fingers sliding in nearly sent him over the edge. He cried out a warning, his tail whipping out to curl around Christophe’s neck, keeping him near.

The heavy wooden door to Keir’s suite slammed shut and Keir’s eyes slammed open. The guards. Rachel, Sylvain, Artur. They were watching, but Keir couldn’t stop. He fucked Christophe’s mouth until he came, then fell back, gasping for breath.

“What?” he demanded unsteadily, fighting down a blush and trying not to squirm or grab for a sheet to cover himself. The guards never should’ve rushed into his private suite like that, not without permission. He wasn’t the one in the wrong, and acting ashamed would only make things worse with Artur, who was glowering at him over Rachel’s head.

“We… we heard you yell,” Sylvain stammered. He was speaking to Keir, but his eyes were on Christophe.

Christophe’s face was buried between Keir’s legs; he was hiding. It probably looked far more erotic, though, given that he and Keir were both naked, and Christophe’s hard dick hung low as he knelt between Keir’s legs.

Keir wasn’t sure who was more embarrassed at the tableau: himself, Christophe, or the guards.