This was something that came from way below his brain.
Neil finally stopped talking and pressed their mouths together, which made him melt, learning into that hard body. Lord have mercy, someone was hung and needing, and he wanted to touch. Bad.
He hoped that was in the rules. Because he wanted to see and feel and taste things. Things? Hell, he wanted himself a wee fais do do with that dick.
Alain reached down, daring to cop a feel. Better to beg forgiveness, oui?
“Mmm. Naughty boy.” Neil didn’t pull him away, though. No, he pressed up into Alain’s touch.
“La.” He knew all about wicked shit. “You want?”
Neil’s eyebrow lifted, and he stilled.
Oh, right. “You want you some, Chou Sir?”
Naughty, not mean. That was him.
“Better, kitten. You give me someone to play with, and I’ll keep your butt pink and happy.”
Thank god for that. “Yes, Sir. You and me, I’ll purr and keep my claws in, me.”
“Then we’re good to go.” Neil stroked his back just like he was the cat he’d been called, and oh, that felt fine. “I like to play.”
“Me too, honey. Me too. That’s really all the rules we need between us, huh?”
“If I come up with more, I’ll let you know.” Neil’s eyes were dancing. “Don’t worry. Master Isaac will have his own. So let’s get to getting it on.”
Chou eased him down to his knees. “You like to suck?”
“Do gators got them teeth?”
“Is this a rhetorical question? I’m not sure I want to think about gator teeth right now.” Neil pushed down his sweats, and hoo, yeah. Look at that.
That was a fine, fine piece of rope, and he took it in hand, his mouth watering.
Neil arched up, thighs shaking a little, and he got it all of a sudden. Neil needed this. He needed to touch and be touched and know he was okay. Alain understood, because he’d been so worried he wasn’t going to want this after—
Well. After.
Neil caught his glance. “I got your words, kitten. You need them, you use them. I got you, all the way.”
“Yes, Sir, Chou.” That was all he needed to hear, hand to god. That proved to him that he was safe, solid.
Neil petted him, then guided him down to that fat prick. “Now, come on and make me feel good, huh?”
“Sha—I’ll make the top of your head pop off, Sir. You got my word, Chou.” He’d prove that, as pretty as Chou was on his knees in front of the Master Doctor? Alain could make Chou forget his own name.
Then they would just see about his rosy ass, wouldn’t they?
6
The sound of the door opening and closing woke Neil up, and he tried to roll to the side of the bed to grab his weapon.
Except he wasn’t in bed, and he wasn’t in his place. He was on the couch at Isaac’s, and when he turned over, he and the little Cajun who was curled around him almost went flying right off the edge of the cushions to the floor. Neil barely caught them both in time.
“Guapo? Is that you?”
Alain chuckled a little, cuddling into his chest. “Shh. Sleeping.”