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Dating three vampires could be odd at times, but Martin was used to it, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything. Jon, Tim, and Sasha had been upfront with him about what they were from the beginning, and even though everything that Martin had ever read about vampires had told him that he should run away as soon as possible, he didn’t. He wanted to stay. His partners didn’t even bring up the possibility of them feeding from Martin until they’d been dating for a year. When Martin agreed to it, Jon and Sasha sat down with him, drawing up a schedule of who would feed when. There would only be one feeding per week, and they made it abundantly clear that if Martin didn’t want to do it, he only needed to say so. They could get what they needed through other sources.
“Ready?” Jon asked, wrapping his arms around Martin from behind. Martin nodded, relaxing into Jon’s touch, allowing himself to be led in the bedroom, where Jon had everything laid out on a towel on the bed. Jon was meticulous about feeding. Martin found it fascinating to watch as he prepared everything. Jon had Martin sit on a towel so that any blood that spilled wouldn’t mess up the sheets. Martin took his shirt off, letting Jon shave and disinfect the patch of skin on his shoulder where he preferred to feed. When Jon was done, he looked Martin in the eye.
“Are you ready?” He asked again.
“Yes,” Martin said. Jon carefully sank his teeth into Martin’s shoulder, and Martin felt the familiar pinch, then the strange pulling sensation as Jon drank his fill. When he was finished, Jon went over the bite mark again with an alcohol wipe and put a band-aid over it. He leaned up to kiss Martin.
“You did so well,” he said. “I love you.” Martin smiled.
“I love you too,” he replied. Jon handed Martin a sports drink and a piece of chocolate.
“Come on,” He said. “The others will get mad at me for hogging you.” He pecked Martin on the lips again, and the pair headed back into the living room, where Tim and Sasha were waiting.
Sasha was just as careful as Jon when she fed, but much less meticulous. She sat on Martin’s lap, snuggled close to his warm body as he ran his fingers through her hair. A plate of biscuits and a steaming mug of tea sat at the ready on the side table. Sasha kissed Martin gently, again and again and again.
“Are you ready?” She asked.
“Yes, I’m ready,” Martin said. Sasha pulled Martin’s sleeve up, biting into his bicep. When she was done, she pressed a soft kiss to the wound before taking a band-aid from her pocket and covering her bite mark. Martin took a biscuit and drank some of his tea as Sasha rested her head against his chest. Jon joined them soon after, and Tim joined shortly after that, all three of them doting on Martin, running their fingers through his hair, placing gentle kisses all over his body, murmuring sweet things into his ear. Martin just sighed in contentment, leaning back against the couch as he let himself be pampered.
Tim’s feeding approach could best be described as chaotic. He had Martin pinned against a wall, their lips clashing furiously, his knee in between Martin’s legs. Martin moaned desperately, already starting to get hard.
“T-Tim,” he gasped, pleading, as they broke apart. Tim smirked.
“Oh, it’s been too long since I heard that,” he said, relishing in Martin’s desire. “What do you want me to do, pretty boy?”
“Bite me,” Martin begged. “Feed on me, Tim, and then fuck me, please!” Tim grinned.
“As you wish,” he said. His fangs sank into Martin’s neck, his tongue lapping at the excess blood that pooled on Martin’s skin, sending shivers down his spine and pulling another desperate, needy moan from his throat. Tim pulled Martin’s shirt off, guiding him over to the bed and helping him lay down on a towel (thoughtfully provided by Jon, who knew Tim wouldn’t remember).
“Now,” Tim teased, running his hand down Martin’s chest. “I believe there was another request you had. What was it? Feeding and what else?”
“Tim,” Martin whined. “Tim, please!”
“Use your words, baby,” Tim said.
“Fuck me,” Martin pleaded “Please fuck me! I need you!”
“Ah, yes, that’s it,” Tim said. He pulled Martin’s pants down agonizingly slowly, watching as his boyfriend squirmed underneath him. “Legs spread, darling,” He said as he poured lube onto his fingers. Martin spread his legs obediently, moaning as Tim inserted one finger, then another, then a third, slowly and gently stretching him open. “Good boy,” Tim cooed. “Such a good boy for me, Martin.”
“Please,” Martin gasped. “Please, Tim, I’m ready, please fuck me.” Tim took off his own clothes, lubing up his cock and lining himself up with Martin’s entrance.
“Ready?” Tim asked.
“Yes,” Martin said. “Yes, I’m ready, Tim, please !”
“Well when you ask like that, who am I to refuse?” Tim asked, slowly pushing into Martin. “How do you want it, gorgeous?”
“Rough,” Martin panted. “Give it to me rough, please!”
“Of course,” Tim said. “Whatever you want.” he snapped his hips forward, pounding into Martin. Martin clutched the bedsheets desperately, moaning as Tim hit his prostate again and again and again.
“Are you close?” Tim asked.
“Yes,” Martin said. “I’m so close, Tim,”
“Such a good boy,” Tim purred, stroking Martin’s cock. “Come for me, Martin.” Martin cried out as he came all over his chest, then moaned as Tim came as well, filling his ass with cum. There was a knock on the door.
“Are you two done in there?” Jon’s voice came from the other side.
“Well, I was planning to cockwarm for a bit, if it’s okay with Martin.” Tim glanced at Martin, who nodded, still blissed out from his orgasm. “But we’re done actively fucking.”
“I’m coming in, then,” Jon said. “Sasha is too.”
“Alright,” Tim said. He carefully adjusted Martin so there was more room on the bed. Jon and Sasha entered, carrying snacks and drinks. Jon cleaned Martin’s bite wound and put a band-aid on it before kissing Martin, then Tim. Martin lay on the bed surrounded by his partners, happy and peaceful. He wouldn’t trade this for the world.