Jackal: Celeste 30 Days

The human tilted his head to the side, amused, "I'm already here. You'll have to ask him properly though," and he cut his eyes down to Lawrence's face.

Bartholomew nodded, impressed that this little human was giving him conditions. He sat up straighter then gripped Lawrence's strong thighs and pulled. Lawrence gasped as his body was dragged down Connor's body until his head was in his lap. Bartholomew leaned over him and pressed the tip of his cock to Lawrence's pulsating hole.

Lawrence placed his palm on Bartholomew's chest and gave him a questioning expression. Bartholomew paused and looked at down at him. He studied his features and saw the uncertainty there and he understood. Celeste was the god of lust, he enjoyed sex and seduced people often. Playing around with him was something Celeste basked in. But the two of them were not like Celeste. Not succubi. They couldn't pin it on Celeste and his seductive personality. They couldn't pretend they were being influenced by some sort of power out of their control. No, this was being done with full understanding of what was happening. They were two brothers who had made each other horny and primed to fuck and if they went through with it they were officially embracing this new dynamic. Bartholomew, for his part, had never contemplated what it meant to fuck his brother. As far as he was concerned he was a god so the human ideals of sex, love and incest just didn't apply to him. He could tell now it was a bit of a sticking point for Lawrence though. He would be disappointed if his brother ended things before they could go further but he would respect his decision too.

"I can stop," Bartholomew whispered, "if you'd like. But I want you to know that I don't want to," he shrugged and couldn't help but roll his hips a bit. The tip of his cockhead teasing the entrance, "I'm just listening to my body."

Lawrence bit his bottom lip as Connor began to run his fingers through his hair. He knew both men would go along with whatever his decision was. And in this moment, even though he was initially apprehensive, he was ultimately listening to his body too. His hand slowly moved upward until he could cup Bartholomew's cheek, "We probably should stop," he saw his brother's brow crease slightly, so he shook his head and smirked, "Celeste is going to be so jealous," he watched Bartholomew let out a breathy chuckle. His eyes softened as he began to trace his brother's lips with his fingertips, "Please continue. I don't want to stop either..."

With that Bartholomew began to push. Lawrence hissed, it was unpleasant, no matter how long his opening had been fondled and prepped. Connor stroked the side of his face and played in the long strands of his hair. Bartholomew, reading his brother well, knew to take his time. He would go a few inches then stop until Lawrence had stopped trembling before pushing in a little more.

"Shit you look so lovely," he whispered as he finally pressed the last of his length into the tightness of his brother. He held there for a while, using the time to pull Lawrence's robe apart and expose his chest, "I'm still amazed by your body. I had no idea you looked like this under here," he ran his large hands over the curve of his pectorals and the hills and valleys of his stomach.

Lawrence took a deep breath, it felt like every place where he was touched was burning. A pleasant tingle that radiated from each point of contact to settle low in his belly and swell his erection even more.

Connor was smiling down at him, "You're doing wonderfully."

Lawrence blushed, but looked at Bartholomew and whispered, "Move. Please."

"Yeah?" Bartholomew smirked then obeyed. He pulled out slowly then pressed in again. He rocked his hips with precision, rubbing Lawrence's sweet spot with each inward thrust. He kept this up until Lawrence was panting and flushed beneath him. Seeing just how out of control his brother was becoming encouraged him to quicken his pace.

Connor ran his hands all over Lawrence's face and body, dipping his fingers into the hollow of his collar bone, stroking his earlobes and rubbing his tongue. He was hard and he knew Lawrence could feel it. He watched Bartholomew's cock as it slid in and out of his lover's ass and felt his arousal growing. He never would have thought that watching his lover being taken by someone else could be this exciting. It was though, hearing another drawing sounds of pleasure out of Lawrence instead of himself fed into a wickedly spicy kink he didn't know he could enjoy. At Lawrence's painful yelp though he looked up and lifted a hand.

"He's not like Celeste," Connor's tone was firm, "He does like it fast. Deep even. But not brutal."

Bartholomew cocked a brow, surprised that Connor thought he could possibly tell him how to fuck someone. But when the answering look was one of expectation, he suddenly realized that Connor would pull the plug on all of this. Like a bolt of lightning to his brain Bartholomew's understanding grew. Connor was in charge, from the moment he showed acceptance to this joining he had taken on the role of advisor. He wouldn't let this encounter be unenjoyable for Lawrence. Suddenly he understood what Lawrence saw in this human. He was strong, bold and authoritative. He was protective and loyal. He was a fitting mate for his brother. He gave a nod, acknowledging his acceptance, then went back to the task.

The faster Bartholomew took him the more Lawrence began to love it. His brother was thick, thicker than Connor, but not as long. When he pushed in to the hilt he felt so full. He idly wondered that if he touched his stomach would he be able to feel his brother sawing in and out of him. Would that girth make his abdomen bulge? He whined when Bartholomew pushed in as far as he could then rotated his hips. The sensation made his heart flutter and he gasped for air as he gripped the sheet beneath him. His cock hadn't even been touched and he was leaking copious amounts of precum down the side of his shaft. He was the hardest he had ever been and he knew it was because of the taboo nature of the situation. His brother was fucking him and doing it well and he loved it, while his head was cradled in his lover's lap. He always waited for the shame to overcome him after each sexual encounter he had with his brothers, but it never did. He didn't know what that said about himself or his libido. He supposed all of them were so far into it now that examining it would be useless.

"Look at me," Bartholomew whispered, "you're off in your own head," he waited until his brother was blinking up at him with those gorgeous jade eyes. He ceased his movements, "Do you want me to—"

"No," Lawrence reached up and touched Bartholomew's sharp jawline, "please, forgive me. I want this. Want you," he widened his eyes so his brother could see the sincerity of his next words in the depth of them, "pleasure yourself with my body."

Bartholomew groaned and almost lost his composure right then and there and fucked him into oblivion. But as Connor said and he agreed, Lawrence was not Celeste. Indeed, that was why he wasn't using his more colorful bedroom language. He carefully increased his speed, long dicking him until he had Lawrence moaning and crying out freely.

"Fuck, look how deep I can go," Bartholomew gripped either side of Lawrence's hips and pulled him into himself slowly, "feel it, each and every inch of me," he leaned in close and gave him a chase kiss, "you were made for this. Made for me," he smirked when he felt Lawrence's inner walls squeeze and his body tremble, "Oh yeah," he licked the side of his brother's lips, "you liked the sound of that huh?" He held him tighter and started to snap his hips forward over and over again, "You like knowing that Connor and I can both make you this wet?" He reached between them and ran his fingers though the messy cum trails all over Lawrence's cock. He brought his hand up and licked it clean. He watched as Lawrence's eyes became a bit glassy with building desire. He moaned and closed his eyes and focused on getting off, "I'm going to come inside of you brother. Make you wet down here too. I'm going to come until you're overflowing..."

Connor touched the side of Lawrence's face and added, "But don't worry...I'll fuck it back into you."

"Shit!" Bartholomew's body caught fire at the image that sentence conjured and his eyes snapped open. They locked with Connor's as he ground out through clinched teeth, "You filthy whore," and it was the human's answering smirk that did him in. He doubled over as his climax hit him. He let out a sexy grunt and slammed his hips flush against Lawrence's cheeks and dumped thick globs of cum deep into his bowels, "Fuck fuck!" His eyes were screwed tightly shut as wave upon wave of intense pleasure wracked his body. He felt overly hot and wonderfully sated has his muscles began to relax as he came down from his high. He opened his eyes slowly, taking deep breaths. He looked down at Lawrence and said, "Beautiful. Your tight little ass is perfect."

Lawrence sucked in a breath and shivered, the words making him feel self-conscious and desired all at once. He hadn't come yet himself and his cock was an angry red at the head as it jumped and drizzled. He was still dazed from the feeling of having his brother's cum inside of him that he barely registered that Connor was moving until he felt his head touch the bed.

Bartholomew slid out and Connor, because he hadn't been bluffing, took his place. Lawrence gasped loudly and reached out, wide eyed. His human grasped his wrist then kissed the palm before starting up the pace and depth that he knew Lawrence liked.

"You're a mess. Fuck," Connor breathed in awe, "just absolutely drenching my cock."

Lawrence moaned then pleaded, "Please let me come."

"Maybe when I'm done with you," Connor ran his hands over Lawrence's cheeks, "unless Bartholomew wants another go," he looked over at the god of war and smirked, "what do you say? If we play our cards right we can take turns."

Bartholomew licked his lips, "I'd love to stir up our cum with my dick. Have it foaming and sloshing out around the rim," he palmed his cock even though it was slowly going limp, "hear him begging..."

"I...I can't," Lawrence barely panted out, "I'll be sore."

The words did not have the desired effect. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Bartholomew's eyes seemed to sparkle in delight as he cocked his head and said, "Oh...then I'll get to see you cry too?" His expression turned absolutely devilish, "Delicious."

Connor moaned at that and started to fuck his lover in earnest. Bartholomew never took his eyes off Lawrence's face. He really was more beautiful this way, surrendering to his body's wants and enjoying the sensations that overtook him. Bartholomew had never seen Lawrence as sexy before, he was just his strong, quiet brother, but now...now he was someone to be desired. He knew this wouldn't be the last time. Especially with Celeste still asleep.

Lawrence had reached down and was stroking his cock in time to Connor's thrusts. Their eyes were locked, and Bartholomew recognized the look for the deep respect and affection that it was. They had been right, he nor Celeste had the power to tear down the love they were slowly building for one another. This new dynamic between Lawrence and his brothers was just sexual play for him. Nothing deeper than wanting to feel good.

"You're much hotter inside," Connor gasped out, "your brother's cum is still so warm."

"S-stop," Lawrence planted his feet on the bed and used the leverage to meet Connor's thrusts.

"Why?" Connor wrapped his hand around Lawrence's balls and pulled the sac a bit, "Not like you can't feel it," he snapped harder and this time the intrusion made a moist sticky noise. The sound made Lawrence blush and Connor chuckled breathlessly, "yeah you feel it. Spread your legs for me. I wanna see."

Lawrence bit his lower lip and complied. He saw Bartholomew adjust his view so he could watch him being taken. Lawrence's blush deepened until his upper chest was reddened.

"Look at that," Connor praised, "it's so pretty."

"So pink and well used," Bartholomew added.

"But still so tight," Connor moaned, "such an eager hole."

Bartholomew smiled, "So hungry for cock."

Lawrence let out a strangled cry, "Please!"

"What's that baby?" Connor cooed, "You gonna come undone for us?"

"Spray your cum out of this weeping cock?" Bartholomew pressed his fingertip over his brother's slick slit.

"I'll lick you clean."

"I'll help."

"Fuck!" Lawrence yelled and came. His back bowed as his orgasm hit him so hard it took his breath away. He could feel Connor picking up the pace, fucking him through it, pounding against his prostate over and over again until it built up to another orgasm. Chasing the first, this one rippled along his body and made his toes curl and his eyes roll to the back of his head. His lips parted in a silent scream as his body began to shake. He let out a startled choke when he felt the slick heat of a tongue thrusting in and out of his mouth. Their saliva mingled and drooled from the corners of his mouth. His eyes fluttered into focus and he moaned long and loud when he realized the tongue belonged to his brother. Bartholomew caught his tongue between his lips and sucked hard, Connor slammed home and began to empty himself into his ass and Lawrence felt lightheaded. He whined as his body wasn't released even as he came down from his powerful climax. Bartholomew still sucked him, Connor was still filling him up and all he could do was lay there and take it. His cock twitched at the helpless position he was in, arousal curling in his belly once again even as his body went lax against the bed. Finally, Bartholomew pulled his lips away with an audible smack and Connor groaned as his dick slid from his lover with a lewd squelching noise.

Lawrence closed his eyes and enjoyed his afterglow then let out an embarrassing giggle when he felt a kiss on his stomach. He opened his eyes and bit his lower lip as he watched Connor and Bartholomew keep to their word and began to lick him clean. His body was warming the longer he watched the two sexy men lap up his cum. Bartholomew suddenly took Connor's face between his hands and kissed him soundly. The human's eyes briefly widened, but then he fell into the act and returned the kiss. It didn't last long, Bartholomew pulled away and dipped his head once more and started to slurp up Lawrence's cock cream.

"You fucking came a lot," Connor whispered.

"So much," Lawrence's voice was hoarse as he agreed.

Again Connor found his face captured by Bartholomew, but when they kissed this time the god deposited a puddle of Lawrence's cum into his mouth. He gasped, shocked, but Bartholomew just smirked at him as he licked his lips.

Connor swallowed the mixture of the brothers' cum and spit, then opened his mouth to show Bartholomew that he had did it.

That got a deeper grin out of Bartholomew. He looked down at Lawrence, "I see why you like him. He's fucking fun."

Lawrence smiled weakly then closed his eyes once more. He felt the bed dip and was cocooned between his lover and brother.

Connor shifted to get more comfortable, but suddenly jerked and said ow. Lawrence opened his eyes as the human held up the book he had been reading. Connor looked confused for a moment, "Has this been here the whole time?"

"Yeah," Bartholomew answered, "Lawrence was reading it to me."

"Ah! I've read this one!" Connor had turned over the book and was reading the back of the jacket.

"I was trying to cheer him up," Lawrence said softly.

"Good call then," Connor tossed the book to the floor, "the main character is just like Bartholomew."

"What?!" The god roared, his hazel eyes wide.

Lawrence laughed and pulled Connor, who looked frightened suddenly, into a strong hug and kissed his temple, "Ignore him. It's hard to hear the truth about yourself sometimes."

Bartholomew huffed then reached out and ruffled Connor's hair to show him he wasn't really mad, "Fuck you Lawrence."

"You already did."