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“Are you still mad?” Kado cooed, giving an exaggerated pout as he waited for Midas to look at him. The tensing of his jaw told him all he needed to know, rolling his eyes at the man’s ability to hold a grudge. Still upset over the barely used suggestions from the last time. “You could get over me taking a whole hand, yet this is where you decide to draw a line?” He stretched across their bed at the hotel, making himself at home as he tucked his arm behind his head. Tracking every movement as Midas methodically removed the guns from his holsters, then the straps themselves.
Midas’s eyes snapped to him for a moment, before a smirk tugged on his lips and he looked away. Ducking his head down by Montague’s ear, he whispered something to him. Soft enough that Kado had to strain to try and catch the words with the sound of the shower running loudly from the bathroom, raising himself onto his forearm at the blush that dusted across Montague’s cheeks. Mismatched eyes flickered over to him for a moment before the man nodded, biting at his lip before disappearing into the shower.
“I’m not going to continue to apologise,” Kado huffed. Midas was slowly removing his vest, not bothering to look towards him as he shrugged.
“Actions speak louder than words, Kado.” From the corner of his eye, Midas could see the way the man perked up, surprised he had gotten Midas to speak. He was studying him as he mulled over the words, knowing that his mind would be racing to put together what he meant. The longer he stayed quiet, the more Midas could feel his smirk tugging at his lips, wondering if Montague would be able to do as he hoped.
The sound of the shower shutting off made both of their eyes flicker towards the bathroom door, and moments later Montague emerged from the steam that rolled slowly out. Scrubbing at his hair with a towel to get out as much water as he could before the weight of their stares became noticeable. He met Midas’s eye first, swallowing thickly before turning to Kado. Instantly on edge as he approached, the man’s eyes continuously flashing towards Midas, tensing his body in preparation to fight.
Instead, he was greeted by Montague sliding himself onto his lap, the smell of his skin overpowering his other senses. The towel around his waist barely covered him, and Kado could feel the heat from the water still radiating from his skin. Montague's hands were already working open Kado’s shirt, and once more he looked to Midas as his own fingers began tracing down over the Montague's hips. Knowing that Midas wasn’t one to share so easily and on edge as he tried to figure out just what was planned now.
Teeth nipped at his ear, lips pressing a kiss just above the soft skin of his jugular. “Can I try something with you tonight?” Montague’s voice was soft as he asked, too sweet and innocent as his hands ghosted their fingertips across his chest. Dipping down at just the right angle to rub across his nipples, and a hiss was sucked through clenched teeth as he found himself nodding. Knowing that whatever happened, he could overpower them if needed. The two together would be hard, but hopefully not impossible.
With a nod, Montague grinned, pulling Kado forward with him to bring his back up from the bed. Midas was circling towards them, his own eye trained intently on Montague, and the smell of his arousal mixed with eagerness was thick in the air. Mixing with Montague’s in a way that Kado knew he would never grow tired of. Metal circled around his wrists, and he smirked against Montague’s neck, letting his teeth graze across his skin.
“You’re going to need a little bit more than that to subdue me,” he murmured, eyes flickering to Midas as he sat beside them on the bed. There was something held tightly in his hand, unease dripping through him at the look on Midas’s face. He looked far too relaxed, far too pleased for Kado's comfort.
“I feel like this would more than make up for last time.” The fabric unfolded, Kado’s jaw clenching tightly as he realised what it was before meeting Midas’s eyes once more.
“You want to muzzle me?” A scarred eyebrow was raised in return, daring him to say no, and he took the time to study both the men. Montague’s hands were still running across his chest, his lips working against his neck. “You’re not fucking me.” There was a warning biting through his words, and Midas smirked at him for it.
“Wasn’t planning on it.
Hands dipped below the waist of his pants, letting out a shuddering breath as Montague's hand circled around his cock. Black leather was placed across his jaw, covering up to his nose as Midas fastened the straps behind his head. Almost debating on snapping at him to remove it with the weight of submission that rushed through him. But again, he knew that should it come down to it, he could get himself free - that it was something simple that would appease Midas after the last time.
The bed dipped as Midas stood, stopping in front of the dresser before Kado's attention was pulled back to Montague. Watching the man intently as he laid himself back, shifting his arms where they were bound behind his back. The bed dipped once more, this time behind Montague as Midas returned, not bothering to look Kado’s way as he handed the other a bottle of lube.
He was still trying to work out exactly what they were looking to get from this before a lubed hand squeezed around his cock. Montague’s own pressing in between his hands with him, both groaning at the rush of heat that came with it. As soon as he saw the knife in Midas’s hands he tensed, tugging at his wrists to break the metal that was wrapped around him. A flash of worry raced through him when nothing happened, and Midas grinned down at him.
“They’re silver. You won’t be getting out of those unless I say so.” He saw Kado’s eyes flick down to the knife, smirking before he let it drag across the man’s stomach. “Don’t worry, this isn’t for you.” When he smiled, Kado caught sight of the golden fangs that tipped Midas’s teeth, glinting in the soft light of the room.
The tip of the knife twisted, switching directions. Gentle as it traced up Montague’s thigh now. His hand slowed as he watched the pink lines spring up across Montague's skin, the sharp tip of the blade drawing closer and closer to him. To his cock. Yet again, Midas switched directions, keeping the knife dragging lightly instead as he traced a line up his stomach. Suddenly Montague groaned, shifting his hips into his hands, dragging his cock along Kado’s.
He knew, just by the angle that Montague shifted his hips, the slightest arch of his back, and the heavy breaths that were falling from him that Midas was pressing his fingers into him. The sharp scent of copper pierced the air, Kado’s eyes darting back to the knife as he watched a drop of blood bead where the tip had pierced just enough before it rolled down Montague’s skin, leaving a trail of red behind. The scent was intoxicating, mixing with the arousal he could smell pouring from them both, Midas’s fingers still opening Montague up above him.
Leaning forward, Montague’s hand squeezed tightly around them, both men groaning at the friction and he buried his face in the crook of the man’s neck. Already forgetting about the covering on his face, teeth blocked from sinking in and giving himself a taste like he so desperately wanted. The scent of Montague's blood was filling the room, filling his nose, and he shuddered at the need to feel it on his tongue. A low growl spilled from him before the tip of the knife in Midas’s hand was pressed under Kado's jaw, guiding his head up.
“Did you want a taste?” He cooed, placing a kiss on the back of Montague’s neck, keeping his eyes on Kado’s. Watching the way his pupils seemed to grow even bigger as he nodded, eager to finally get the muzzle off and Montague into his mouth. “Too bad.” Ice shot through Kado's chest, growling even louder at the denial. The golden fangs that were attached to Midas’s teeth sunk into Montague’s neck, breaking easily through the skin as drops of blood welled up, spilling forwards towards Kado.
A shudder coursed through Montague as he watched Kado’s reaction, still working his hands around their cocks. Still rocking against Midas's fingers as he worked him open. Shaky breaths were falling from him, groaning as the knife in Midas’s hand began trailing back down his stomach, the flat of the blade tapping at his hand to make him stop. Montague's stomach tensed at the feather light touch of the sharpened tip trailing across his hip, another low growl spilling from Kado as more blood seeped out in a faint line.
Pain was sparking through Montagues body, twisting perfectly together with the pleasure budding in him, Midas’s fingers dragging and curling inside of him at just the right spots. Another bite pierced through the veil of pleasure, whining at the feeling of Midas’s mouth against his neck, grinding himself against Kado now.
He could see the way Kado was shifting as he tried to free his hands, a wild look filling his eyes the longer he remained bound. Deep breaths taken through his nose as he buried his face against Montague’s neck, the covering on his face smearing his blood around yet unable to soak through the leather. He gasped, watching with fascination as red seemed to bleed through the man’s iris. Brown quickly disappeared as a tremor wracked through the bound man, and once again, Montague had the feeling of unfamiliar danger pounding through his chest.
“There he is,” Midas cooed, dragging the knife lightly across Montague’s chest. Still not pressing hard enough to do any serious damage, yet it was still sharp enough to draw blood, groaning as drops of it matted through the hair there. Kados face nuzzled against it, and Montague couldn’t help the groan that spilled from him as Midas pressed a third finger in, darkened lines flickering faintly across Kado’s skin. He tensed in confusion at that, unsure of if he had saw it correctly.
The lines reappeared before fading once more, Kado shivering as he squeezed his eyes shut. “Should, hah, ” Montague gasped, rocking himself between the two men. “Should he have some?” The tremors shaking through Kado were growing stronger, breaths ragged as he seemed to try and contain himself. With every bite and slip of Midas’s knife, he seemed to lose a bit more of his control. Montague had never seen him so close to snapping, not even when he had been caught stealing from the man. Red eyes were locked onto Montague, and he knew that if Kado got free at this point, there was a chance he wouldn’t survive. Unsure if even Midas would be able to stop him, the flicker of fear that had coiled in him grew stronger, settling low as his heart raced.
“No.” Midas’s reply was short, not bothering to offer an explanation before he was pulling his hands free. Twisting Montague’s body so his back was pressed to Kado’s chest, his muzzled face instantly burying into the crook of his neck. He could hear the man inhaling through his nose, the growl coming from deep within his chest turning more animalistic by the second as his hip rocked up, his cock resting heavily against the crook of Montague's spread thighs.
Meeting Midas’s gaze, he shivered at the grin that was on the man’s face. Golden fingers held his legs apart, whining at the feeling of his cock pressing against him. Just the tip of it sinking inside before he brought the knife back to his skin. Ice cold metal glided softly against his skin before it nicked just under his collarbone on the same side as Kado's face, feeling the blood well and drip backwards. Pooling warm and sticky between their bodies as Kado’s face rushed to press against it. He was surprised the man had yet to try and get his teeth through the mask, turning his head slightly to take a better look at him.
The sight of grey skin underneath him made him still, fear spiking sharply in his gut. Yet still there was no stopping the heat that was racing through his veins, the knowledge of how close he was to danger spurring his need on. He wanted to feel Midas bury his teeth into his skin once more. Terrified of what Kado might do, unable to stop the need that filled him as he gasped the words out.
“Bite me again, please .” The grin that spread across Midas’s face at the words made his heart stutter in his chest, watching as his eyes turned to Kado’s.
“Doesn’t he beg so prettily, Kado. Can you smell how much he wants this? How much he wants my teeth buried in his skin.” He turned Montague’s head, exposing his neck more on the same side that Kado’s face was buried as he leaned forward. Metal fangs dragged across his skin as Midas slid himself further in, taking his time as he revelled in the way Montague shifted around him. “Oh, cat got your tongue, did it?”
Teeth buried deeply into his skin, breaking it to spill more of his blood. Feeling it drip down, the growling and trembling below him growing louder, stronger. Hips shifted up against him even as Midas buried himself fully. As soon as his teeth unlatched, Montague glanced down, watching Kado’s cock slide against his body, wedged between his thigh and his cock as Midas dragged himself free before sliding back in just as slowly. His eyes squeezed shut, trying to hold himself back as he slammed his head back against Kado’s shoulder, the man’s face instantly burying back into his neck.
Fear still simmered low in his gut, twisting far too sharply with the rush of heat that was building in him. Pain morphing perfectly into pleasure with every bite, every slow thrust, every drag of the knife. The scent of copper in the air was sharp, even to him. And he knew without asking that the only friction Kado would be given would be what he could get himself as Midas fucked him. Feeling the man grind himself up against him, giving Kado a short lived chance to rut himself between their bodies.
Fingers and claws gripped tightly under his knees, pressing them back sharply just as Midas ground himself forward. Arching up against Kado at the new depth, unable to stop the curse that fell from him. The velvety skin of Kado’s cock was still dragging against his thigh, brushing softly against his balls just enough to pull a shuddering moan from him. Relishing in the way Midas was fucking him now with short, deep thrusts.
The dull ache from the bites and cuts that now marred his skin was pulsing softly through his body, and the drag against his walls from Midas’s cock left him breathless. Panting as his stomach twisted, finally meeting the man’s eyes. A grin spread across his face, pressing his knees further apart, further up as he continued at a steady pace, hips snapping roughly into him.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Wanna feel you come for me.” A whine slipped from his throat, nodding roughly as the fire that had been building in him grew hotter. Coiling tighter and tighter in his belly, his blood rushing through his body and the ache from his wounds only making it better. When Midas shifted, his cock digging in too deep and just right, everything seemed to freeze. Heat flooded through him in a way that had him shuddering through every wave of his orgasm. Ropes of come spilled across his stomach, his chest. His neck.
Below him Kado growled louder, hips rutting sloppily now between them. As if he knew he had limited time, Midas’s hips grinding against him now as he chased his own release. He felt Kado's cock twitch against his own, warmth spilling between his legs and across his stomach, and Midas’s eyes widened in surprise as if he hadn’t truly expected it to work. His gaze snapped up to them before zeroing in on Kado, a sharp laugh leaving him before his head tilted back.
Jaw tensing with bared teeth as his clawed hand dug sharply into Montague’s skin, and he couldn’t help the tremor that rocked through him as he felt Midas spill inside of him. Rocking himself slowly into him now before his head dropped back down, a lazy grin spread across his face as he draped himself over them. Lips working softly against Montague’s before he was trailing kisses along his jaw, gentle as he placed them along the bites left on his skin.
He pulled himself free, guiding Montague off of Kado and towards the bathroom. Not bothering just yet to address the other man, he turned the shower on for Montague once more before he crossed towards the door. “Clean yourself up good, I’m going to take care of him. Make sure he’s calmed enough before you come out.”
Montague gave him a shaky nod, finally glancing to the other man as he spoke. Taking in the grey skin that covered him now, tufts of fur centering his chest and hips. The lines that covered his face dipped down across his neck and chest as well, and he felt like he could get lost in them the longer he stared, wondering if they were shifting or if it was just a trick of the light. His blood was still covering the man's chest, a red matted mess, and Midas crossed the room to take the muzzle off of his mouth, surprised to see nothing underneath, almost as if there was a mask covering the man’s face.
He closed the door, scrubbing himself down to get any remnants of blood off of him. The thought of walking into the room just to have Kado snap and attack made his blood run cold, and he waited until he saw Midas come back into the bathroom before he shut the water off. Glancing around the corner quietly, he saw Kado back to normal, just a hint of red still tinting his eyes. His wrists were freed, red rings from the silver that held them just barely visible under the sleeves of his shirt. His eyes snapped to Montague the moment he walked out of the bathroom, a low growl vibrating from him.
“Behave,” Midas snapped out, seeming to knock Kado out of whatever thoughts were running through his mind enough that the growling stopped. His eyes still tracked every movement, watching as he drank the water that Midas held out to him. Eyes dipping down, taking in the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed before Kado’s voice rang out, raspy from not talking.
“I need to go.” He turned without another word, and they watched him go before Midas shrugged.
“He’ll be fine.” Midas crowded him back towards the bed, fingers tracing softly across his skin. Smirking at the hiss that left Montague when he pressed his lips to the bite marks that littered his neck. Montague sighed, curling into Midas's side as he wondered just what trouble might come from this.