Even dead, Rachel Myers was breathtakingly beautiful. They had dressed her in the outfit she gave them in their final consultation, nothing but fishnet stockings and deep red lipstick. Duncan had applied the lipstick himself, taking care not to go over the edges of her smooth, cold lips. Mark had been the one to shave her cunt bare. She’d explained that the slow illness had left her too weak to tend to it.
‘Do you think her hair looks right?’ Mark asked, fussing at the dark, curly strands falling onto the woman’s shoulders.
‘She said to leave it looking natural,’ Duncan replied, whilst positioning her legs. He brought up her knees ever so slightly and moved her legs apart so that her naked pussy was fully exposed. ‘Such a shame when they’re so young,’ he sighed.
‘I know, but at least they get to go still looking good.’ Mark lightly ran his hand over Rachel Myers’ hip, tracing the edge of the tattoo that was just visible. ‘I’d rather hit the dust still looking hot.’
‘Don’t talk like that, you’re not going anywhere yet.’ Duncan reached for Mark’s hand and drew him away from the body. ‘Nowhere except upstairs with me.’
Mark leant in to kiss him. He used his lips softly, just enough to turn Duncan on and not nearly enough to satisfy him.
They quickly saw to the finishing touches around the viewing room. The lights were turned down to a soft glow and as she’d asked, vases of hyacinths were positioned on stands around the edge of the room. A box of baby wipes was left discreetly on the table.
The partners only did these touches for their specialist clients. Young men and women who knew they were dying and didn’t want their lovers to remember them only as frail and sick. Private viewings could be arranged for particularly private farewells to be made. Rachel Myers had two lovers coming to say their goodbyes. She and her boyfriends had all lived together and Duncan wondered what the men would do now she was gone.
‘You go on up, I’ll show them in when they get here,’ Mark prompted.
They lived above the business, both long accustomed to being around death. Duncan went to the bathroom, then to the bedroom and waited for Mark. Once the client’s guests, as they called them, arrived they made themselves scarce.
He’d just started to undress when Mark came in.
‘I reckon we’ve got a lively pair tonight. Already kissing each other before I’d left the room.’
Duncan smirked, ‘I bet you liked that.’ They could never be sure what these viewings would be like. Some people were overwhelmed by their grief. Others were relieved the suffering was over and used the viewing to celebrate the life they’d shared. ‘Handsome were they?’
‘One was. Tall, muscular. Think they were planning to put on a bit of a show for her.’ Mark came up behind Duncan and whispered in his ear, ‘Not as sexy as you though.’ He bit Duncan’s earlobe in the way that made him weak at the knees.
Duncan moaned with wanting; the private viewings always made him horny. Partly it was wondering what was going on downstairs, but mostly it was the reminder that he was still alive. It made him want to savour every sensation, every nerve tingling. As Mark nibbled at his neck, Duncan rubbed himself against his lover’s crotch.
‘Suck me,’ Mark ordered, his hands already spinning Duncan around and pushing him onto his knees.
‘Yes, baby,’ Duncan whimpered. This was what he needed on these nights. No thinking, just lust. He quickly opened Mark’s flies, roughly pulling out his shaft. Duncan thrust out his tongue, licking at Mark’s balls, overwhelmed by the taste and smell of him. When he wrapped his lips around Mark’s thick dick all Duncan could think about was the strain and the salty taste of pre-cum. He gripped it tight, letting his teeth graze it, hearing Mark’s deep breaths in return.
Just when Duncan could tell Mark was on the edge, he was pulled roughly back by the hair.
‘Steady,’ Mark admonished, ‘I intend to have more fun with you than that.’
They tore the rest of each other’s clothes off, collapsing in a tangle of limbs on the bed. As they kissed and ground against each other, sounds from downstairs drifted up. Low moans escaped from unseen lips, deep and throaty and getting louder. Mark had been right, it sounded like Rachel Myers’ lovers were giving her a final curtain call to remember them by. Hearing the two other men made Duncan even hornier. As he and Mark rough and tumbled it felt like they were sharing the moment with them. They too were alive and yearning. When a steady banging started downstairs, Duncan groaned with the hidden lovers.
‘Now, take me now.’
Mark grunted in response, turning Duncan over and sliding a pillow under his hips. Kneeling behind him, Mark gently parted Duncan’s cheeks and slowly, ever so slowly, he licked from Duncan’s balls up the crack of his ass, briefly flicking at his asshole before travelling back down. Again and again, until Duncan was squirming and bucking with need. Finally, Mark pushed a finger inside the tight bud, moving it in a circular motion which drove Duncan crazy.
As the noises from downstairs intensified, Mark held the tip of his dick against Duncan’s hole before at long last powering in. Duncan moved his hips with Mark’s thrusts, finding that they were in unison with the thuds still coming from below. Duncan’s head swam from the sensation of being filled so deeply and the thought of another two men, fucking just like this, right beneath them.
‘I’m going to cum soon,’ Mark warned him. ‘I hope you’re ready.’
These nights were always hard and fast like this, both of them feeling a desperate need for release. The friction of his shaft grinding against the pillow would have been enough, but it was the culmination of the fucking downstairs, the guttural, animal noises, which put him over the top. Duncan added his own voice to the clamour, his own spunk to the torrents that were surely spurting from the other men’s dicks. Even as he was coming, Mark worked his asshole, still pounding in and out, drawing Duncan’s ecstasy out so he had to bite the sheets.
Mark cried out, shooting his load, and fell down onto the bed beside Duncan. Suddenly, everything was silent. All sounds from the viewing room had ceased. As Duncan lay cradled in his lover’s arms he tried not to imagine the emotions the other men were experiencing right now. He held onto Mark’s hands tightly with his own, and felt a strange mix of sadness and joy.
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