Alain grinned. “Some kind of pasta, since that’s what’s in there. We need to get us some supplies.”
“I forgot to send you boys shopping today. Tomorrow’s errand. Probably good to have something to do since from now on, you’re forbidden from touching each other when I’m not around.” Isaac sounded way too pleased with himself. “In a sexy way I mean. Neil will have his own rules for other things.”
Neil winked at Alain. No one could say he hadn’t warned his kitten about that. He knew his Master, and Isaac knew that the New Relationship Energy was going to be a stone-cold bitch to resist.
“The tea is just right, Alain.” Isaac set the glass down on the table again, obviously pretending not to notice any exchange between him and Alain. “Thank you.”
“Yes, Sir. You’re welcome all the way.”
“Do you need any help, Alain?” Neil asked. “What time do you want to eat, Sir?”
“Well, I promised you a scene tonight. I’ve only planned a very light one, but we need it. Maybe we should just hydrate a little and have a snack later?” Isaac was combing fingers into his hair, and it made his entire scalp tingle, and his toes curled.
Fuck, that woke him up, balls to bones.
He had to wonder if his kitten was awake, was ready to purr.
“That sounds wonderful.” He leaned just a little, inclining his head to let Isaac know he was all in. Even after their play today, he could sense his body getting heavy, his bones ready to settle in for a scene. It was fucking heady.
“What do you think, Alain? Would you like to watch? No pressure, but I’m inviting you.”
His cheeks heated and he swallowed hard, surprised by how much he liked the thought of being watched, of Alain watching.
“Lord, Sir. I seen y’all this morning and damn near exploded like a firework. Y’all are…hot as cayenne together, swear to god.” Alain licked his lips. “I—do y’all… I mean, is there sexy time with your scenes? Or is it two separate things?”
“I don’t separate them. But Neil and I haven’t…things have been…we’ve been apart for a while.” Isaac shook his head, and thankfully didn’t brush it off ascomplicatedagain. “I never plan to have sex or not, the scene does…whatever it does.”
“I get it. I been hanging with Master Cyrus. He ain’t into sexing.”
Isaac snorted so loud he actually looked embarrassed for a second. “Sorry. I just… I know Cyrus doesn’t have sex with his clients either. Still, how he resists you I have no idea.”
“No shit.” When they both stared at him, Neil chuckled. “Sorry, was I supposed to not curse today or something?”
“Imagine? That’s a rule made to be broken. Can anyone live by that rule? You wouldn’t be able to walk.” Isaac waggled his eyebrows.
His smile widened. “You know how I love to break rules.”
Isaac’s hand stretched across his fly. “Let’s go make some for you to break, boy.”
“Come on, kitten. Time to play.” Neil dared to drag Alain in, kiss him good and hard.
“All right, Smokey. Bring your pet.” Isaac stood and headed for the bedroom, confidence in his steps.
Alain shot him a glare, and Neil simply smiled his best shark grin and patted Alain’s ass. “Here, kitty kitty.”
“Don’t make me poison your butt.”
They hurried to the bedroom, arriving just in time to catch Isaac pulling the spanking bench out from against a wall. “Alain, bring us water. There are bottles in the fridge. Neil, bring me your favorite paddle. And mine.” Isaac kicked off his shoes and rolled up his sleeves.
Damn. At least neither one of them were in punishment mode, so this should be about connecting, about them flying together.
He went to the big chest at the foot of the bed and opened it, breathing in the scent of leather and oak, and found the two paddles, his a round wooden job with a solid thud, a dull slap. Isaac’s was thick leather, heavy, and had little metal studs arranged in neat, menacing rows.
His kitten liked it bare-handed, but he might have to get one that was engraved, one that left the nickname on his boy’s pretty ass.
Just the thought of it, and of what was about to happen, had his pulse thudding in his ears, and he returned to Isaac, his cheeks hot, his body warming up. He offered over the paddles, all his cocky words gone for the moment.
“Good boy.” Isaac—Sir—took the paddles and set them down, then touched his cheek and gave him an affectionate smile, looking a little flushed himself, eyes bright. Sir turned as Alain walked back in. “Alain? Set the waters on the nightstand and come help Neil undress.”