Harm's excitement at realising that vampires could watch each other's memories was obliterated by Ben leaning closer to him. His breath caught and he instinctively turned his head, bumping his cheek against Ben's. His face zinged and a throb of desire shot through him as he anticipated Ben was going to kiss him. He didn't but what he said travelled all the way through Harm and curled his toes, the lust making his cock throb and thicken.
He only exhaled when Ben pulled back, his lips parting and his breath a little less even as he watched Ben intently. Fuck, he could think of nothing other than what it had been like in bed with him, the way he'd fucked him and left him dripping with his cum, like he was the vampire's (willing) soiled property. He licked his lips as he looked from the blond and over his shoulder to Kerr, the brooding older vampire. He knew what fucking him was like. It was so weird to think about.
~*~
Kerr stepped in behind Ben, winding his arms about his waist, his hands splayed over Ben's hips in such a way that his fingertips were applying pressure around his groin, encircling it as a tease, while his thumbs stroked his abs lightly. He fitted the bulge of his flaccid cock into the valley of Ben's ass and ground it subtly from side to side because it felt nice and the sexual tension in the air made him want to fuck. He'd vowed to only be with Ben... but inspiration could come from elsewhere, surely?
Harm's pupils were dilated with desire, his body ripe with the scent of it and it was affecting Kerr. Was he seriously not aware of what a tantalising package he was? It appeared entirely guileless, which was fascinating. It wasn't even his blood calling to the predator in Kerr, it was Harm's manner. No wonder Ben had enjoyed him so much. There was something about him... a curious presentation of innocence mixed with honesty and confidence that made him intensely alluring.
~*~
Harm's gaze slid back to Ben after Kerr moved closer to his lover. The pair of them certainly looked like delicious slices of bread that Harm would delight in being the meat between. The fact that they both knew what it was like to be inside him - sort of - blew his mind and made him want to know more. He barely registered Ben's question for considering what it would be like to experience his first ever threesome with these two, chastising himself immediately afterwards for thinking such inappropriate thoughts at a formal event (but it was impossible not to, with Ben whispering sexily in his ear and Kerr looking at him with dark, hungry eyes while he felt Ben up).
"What?" he asked stupidly, then blinked, clearing his throat and licking his lips again. "Oh, the carnival. Yeah, it's really cool! I actually spent all day here, on a date," he smiled, feeling suddenly shy as thoughts of Trick finally resurfaced. Guilt followed. He ran a hand through his hair, fluffing and settling it to soothe his nerves. Everything was feeling a little surreal and overheated; his jeans were too tight and his breath was too loose and it was hard to look anywhere besides Ben's amazing eyes or his mouth.
Thinking about Trick was good. He needed to do that, to keep himself honest and the water nymph real - and to stop him thinking that just surrendering to these urges and meeting Ben and Kerr at their hotel later would be a good idea. It wouldn't, if he had hope for Trick.
"I met him a week ago and he's supernatural so we met here. It was a great day, we did a few rides, got some food, played some games. He won me a giant unicorn and a stuffed frog," Harm laughed. A little voice buried in his brain was panicking, saying,
'What are you doing? Shut up about Trick! Stop talking about him NOW! They don't want to hear about your stupid boy troubles!' but he couldn't stop, once he'd started.
"He's so great. His car broke down, though, so we had to go back to his place with his dad and sister - which was a little weird but they were super nice and they fed me dinner - then Trick dropped me home in his dad's car. We were making out and I took my shirt off and Trick freaked out and left. That's weird, right? It's not just me? Like, he wanted to calm down so we wouldn't get too worked up so I agreed to slow it down and I was hot so I took my shirt off and then he just... ran away. I don't know what to think. Should I call him or wait til he calls me? Wait for him to call, right? It's his move?" Harm asked then pressed his lips together so he really would stop.
Well, if he'd wanted to turn Ben off, he was pretty sure talking about another guy would do it. "Sorry," he apologised, blushing again.
Kerr dropped his forehead onto Ben's shoulder to hide his smile. He didn't want Harm to think he was laughing at him (even though he really was).
Jesus fuck, he's ridiculously adorable, he pressed into Ben's mind, his amusement flowing with it. Harm was an unexpected palate cleanser in an evening fraught with tension and pressure. His date left when he took his shirt off. Un-fucking-believable. Kerr was having a hard time not bursting out laughing.
