“Just me. Sorry I’m late. Busy day.” Isaac wandered in and sank heavily into the recliner with a sigh. His Sir looked tired. “You two seem comfortable.”
“We had a lazy day.” Neil sat up, bringing Alain with him, then set the little guy aside so he could get up to give Isaac a kiss. He looked like he needed it.
Isaac gave Neil a smile that lit up his eyes more than his face. “Mm. Hello. Such a treat having someone here when I get home.” Isaac took another quick kiss, then smoothed a finger under his stitches. “I think you’ve earned lazy.”
“You need you a drink, Master Doctor Sir?”
Neil loved how Alain said “draaank”.
“I would, sweet boy. Thank you. There’s some iced tea in the fridge. How are you feeling?” It was funny how Isaac looked at Alain, all kindness, no hint of that dominant edge that was always under the surface with Neil.
“Amazing. Glad to see you, Sir. Doctor. We’ve had a good day together.”
“Mmhmm.” In fact, Neil had enjoyed an amazing day. That boy could suck like a Hoover.
“It’s good to see you too.” Isaac chuckled wickedly after Alain left the room. “It sounds like you’re feeling very well, hm?”
“Just what the doctor ordered.” Neil grinned back, ignoring his face when things pulled. “Alain is an inspired boy. But I can tell he’s going to need more rules than I’m willing to come up with. I’m lazy that way.”
Isaac laughed. “I don’t know. You’re the switch, I’m sure you can come up with something. I think you should. It’s the closest to everything you need that you’ve had as long as I’ve known you.”
Neil tilted his head. “You might be right. I’m just far more into the physical side of …of that part.” He still had trouble vocalizing some of the things he wanted or needed to Isaac. Not necessarily to anyone else, but Isaac was special.
“Nothing wrong with that. But I assume it’s more than sex that you’re looking for. At least I hope so, because…you know I could give you that.” He knew how much Isaac struggled with this other part of him.
“Guapo, you know—you know—this isn’t just about fucking. This is about…” Shit, it was about having someone to play with, someone to take care of, someone to dominate that wanted to bend to his will, someone that craved his hand too.
Isaac flipped the footrest closed on the recliner and joined him on the couch. “I understand, I do. So take this opportunity while you have it. Find your feet; lazy days can wait.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I hear you. I needed—our kitten has a mouth to die for, Guapo.” And he’d responded to an erotic little bare-bottomed spanking like a flower opening in the sun.
“I’m glad to hear it. I left you—both of you, I think—a little needy this morning. It’s not like I didn’t know what you’d get up to.”
“No. No, you were looking to see what would happen.” Neil chuckled, his shoulders relaxing. “It was good. I did miss you, though.”
That got him another kiss. “I like everything about what you just said. Especially the missing me part. It was tough, knowing you were here, and I couldn’t be. All I wanted to do was bail.”
“Right? This needs the three of us in one spot to have thoughts.”
“I brought you tea, Sir. Do you want sugar or anything? You didn’t say.”
Alain’s lips were suck-swollen and flushed. Someone had been spoiled rotten today.
“I do like a little sugar, please.” Isaac watched Alain move with interest. “So, did you get anything in reward for taking such good care of my boy today, Alain?”
“Yes, Sir, I so did.” Alain grinned at Isaac, then glanced to Neil. “Me and Chou, we had a talk and a nice little butt-warming and a snuggle.”
“Sounds perfect. Does Master Cyrus do that for you too or has it been a while?”
Alain’s lips parted, closed, opened again. “I-I don’t know how to answer that, Master Doctor.”
“Oh, well then.” Isaac laughed and put an arm over Neil’s shoulders. “Don’t. You don’t have to.”
Neil soaked up the warmth Isaac offered, but he pulled Alain in too as soon as the tea thunked down on the table.
He reached down, squeezing Alain’s ass, and his kitten’s lips parted. So pretty.
Isaac relaxed into the couch and seemed perfectly happy to share the moment. “What did you decide on for dinner, Alain?”