He shook his head and went to Neil. “Damn. Cyrus has him on a tight routine. He even has to be excused.”
Neil nuzzled him a little, breath warm against his hip. “Yeah, he’s got some rules.”
Isaac only gave Neil rules he expected the boy to break and get punished for. “And unlike you, he’s a rule follower. What a good boy he is,” he teased, letting Neil nuzzle all he liked.
“Yep. You don’t need another naughty one, do you?” Neil was wicked, giving as good as he got.
“Where’s my Sir? So disrespectful. That’s one for you, and you haven’t even had breakfast yet.” He handed out that punishment gleefully. “Here you are on your knees, so I thought you were trying to get on my good side.”
Neil cupped his cock through his robe, a soft hum sighing. “I am on your good side… Sir.”
He gasped at the touch. “Jesus, Neil.” His balls drew up so hard it made him dizzy, and his cock filled against his boy’s palm. What the hell, he could be two minutes late to work. He pulled the knot on his belt, and his robe slid open. “I’ll have that mouth then,” he ordered with a low growl that he knew got Neil going.
“With pleasure, Sir.” Neil groaned and bared his cock, the eagerness delicious and gratifying.
With pleasure. God, his boy had a perfect mouth and a wicked tongue; he almost dreaded this as much as he wanted it. He slid his fingers into Neil’s hair, the blond mass heavy on top, already knowing he wasn’t going to last long. He didn’t even want to try, he wanted everything the boy had.
And Neil was going to give it up. Fuck, Neil had a throat made for fucking. He leaned toward those sweet lips and painted them with the drops of fluid gathering at the tip of his cock.
Neil opened up like he wouldn’t for anyone—no one but him—and that knowledge made him dizzy with a rush of pride.
“That’s my boy. My sweet, hungry boy.” He took the invitation, cock gliding past Neil’s lips and along a hot tongue.
Neil groaned like the sound had been torn from him, then those callused hands grabbed his hips and pulled him in.
“Fuck, yes.” He let Neil swallow him deep, ass clenching, careful not to touch the stitches as he gripped Neil’s hair. He’d been craving this, though he hadn’t expected such a perfect start to his morning.
Neil whimpered, the sound hungry, and that tongue moved over his cock like a dream come true. He took a breath, fighting the need to take his boy fast and hard.Soon, he promised himself.Savor this first.
Neil’s mouth held him, surrounding him with a perfect, steady suction that made his eyes cross.
He breathed in, watching his cock disappear into his boy’s throat and feeling more like himself than he had in a long while. This was his boy; he was Neil’s Dom. He felt powerful again.
He thrust harder, knowing just how much Neil would and could take for him, focusing on the ache in his balls and his need for his boy.
A soft sound hit his ears, and Isaac caught sight of Alain, dark eyes wide and blown, lips parted.
He turned and looked right at the boy, never breaking his rhythm, and stared into Alain’s eyes, then turned his full attention back to Neil. Let the boy watch. This was how a healthy Dom and sub relationship was supposed to work. “Good boy,” he whispered to Neil, making sure to keep the connection with his own boy despite the distraction.
Neil trusted him enough to close his eyes, to give this present to Isaac and be present in this moment.
He moaned, that unconditional trust nearly making him dizzy, and he took what he needed, claiming his boy’s mouth faster and deeper until his thighs burned and trembled and he hung on the edge of what promised to be the best orgasm he’d had in recent memory.
Then Neil reached up, fingers stroking the strip of skin behind his balls, dull nails scratching just right.
“Fuck, yes.” That was enough. His balls pulled up and away from that teasing touch and he shot so hard he had to hold onto his boy for balance.
Neil took him, all the way, every drop, every shudder. Fuck, he was going to have an amazing day.
He pulled back and re-tied his robe while he caught his breath. He knew Alain was still watching, but he didn’t look over. “You are my good boy. Thank you for helping to make sure I have a good day.” He combed his fingers through Neil’s hair, which was now a little damp at the roots. “Stand up, please.”
Neil found his feet, the man the strangest mix of stiff and graceful—like a well-used machine.
He helped his boy steady himself, then lifted Neil’s chin and gave him a deep kiss—more like a lover, and less like a Dom. When they parted, he looked right into Neil’s eyes. “I better get that breakfast the boy made me. He’s yours for today.”
“Do I get to play with him, Sir?” Neil’s eyes were warm and filled with laughter.
Isaac snorted “You get to negotiate with him, and later the two of you can tell me what agreement you’ve come to.” He walked past Alain, gliding a hand over the boy’s shoulder. “Good boy,” he whispered as he left the room.