Once they were in the elevator, Kerr leant against the side wall (so he could watch Gabriel and Ben) and pulled Charlie against him, between his splayed legs. Knowing he wouldn't have to keep himself under control because they wouldn't be roaming the floors of the hotel to tour it allowed him the freedom to do as he would with the mortal. It didn't matter how aroused he got, only they were likely to see it.
He did have to make a phone call to Michael at the front desk, though, which he did as perfunctorily as possible, his left hand squeezing Charlie's ass and grinding him against his crotch while his right held his phone. He made the call with his mouth in the crook of Charlie's neck, his eyelids fluttering every time the mortal contacted his throat with his warm lips in response. He had to check Gabriel's surname and was told which suite on the twenty-sixth floor he was in but the phone call was over as quickly as possible. He used his mouth to explore Charlie's for the rest of the excruciatingly short ride up, disappointed to break away from the kiss in order to traverse the empty hallway.
Gabriel's suite was on the corner of the building, the benefit of which only became clear in the bedroom - and that wasn't immediately obvious when they walked in. The suite was separated into a living area with a walled-off bedroom/bathroom. When they entered, they were between an enormous, curved couch facing a gas fireplace on their right and a kitchenette on their left. The flames of the fire provided the only light in the room, apart from what was coming through the huge glass door from the balcony, directly ahead of them. There was an elegant dining area before it; upon the table sat Gabriel's welcome basket of goodies.
The bedroom and bathroom took up most of the space to the left, beyond the kitchenette. More view was visible through the bedroom's open doorway. The king-sized bed was up against the wall separating it from the dining area so that the occupant of the suite could lay in bed and look out at the city through two glass walls. The view wasn't for the fearful of heights. Even the bathroom boasted an open wall (the flick of a switch sent a current through the glass that turned it opaque for privacy) of glass, with a spa bath up against it.
Because Charlie pulled away from him, Kerr found himself closest to Gabriel and Ben, watching as the other vampire began to strip his lover. He walked up to them, undoing his own jacket and shirt hastily but dipping down to kiss Ben's stomach and up his chest as Gabriel revealed it. He kissed Ben's throat once he'd straightened, pausing to divest himself of his upper garments as Gabriel removed Ben's shirt also. They got dropped near Gabriel's luggage, not far from the door.
"I think the couch looks good," Kerr murmured, reaching around Ben to pull Gabriel close and kiss him, Ben squashed between them. Kerr ground into Ben's front and his hold on Gabriel's ass told him how he was pressing against Ben's back but he was most interested in tasting the other vampire. Their kiss was slow and exploratory, Gabriel's tongue sliding over the stud in his a few times, like he wanted to be sure that that was what he'd felt.
Smiling, Kerr pulled back into a kiss with Ben that was just as soft and sensual and then he broke away altogether. He kicked his shoes and socks off and stripped his pants down in one smooth movement, walking out of them to regather Charlie. His cock was mostly parallel with the carpet, swinging eagerly with every graceful step. He stopped at the goodie basket to nab the bottle of lube on the way to grasping the mortal's hand and tugging him over to the couch.
Kerr sat first, his body slouched across the broad, armless settee, his feet close to the large square wooden coffee table between the seat and the fireplace. He pulled Charlie down on top of him, directing him to recline along him, his back to Kerr's front. Kerr kissed his neck as he opened the bottle of lube, discarding the plastic wrapper behind the couch before he put the bottle on the seat beside him, still capped. His hands roamed Charlie's body then, starting with removing his shirt. He wasn't as quick with the mortal's pants, preferring to thrust a hand inside to fondle - firstly, over his underwear and then inside it. Kerr's other hand got a little lube on it (he mentally lifted the bottle and squeezed it onto his fingers) and then he reached down to stroke himself over Charlie's hip. When he finally freed the mortal from his pants, he pumped both of them with light, warming-up strokes, grunting his pleasure as he turned his head to see what Ben and Gabriel were up to.
He hoped to be the one to penetrate Ben but with his hands full of Charlie and Gabriel being the lure, Kerr doubted he'd get to do it. He felt like, if Ben was going to be able to go through with this, he deserved that reward for his patience but he wasn't game to insist. It was best to let Ben feel free to do what he wished... but still, he was watching for an opportunity.
