Neil made a low sound of approval. “The rest now.”
“Yes, Sir.” The loose jeans came off like a dream, and he folded them up and stowed them on the floor out of the way.
He heard Master Doctor Sir’s soft hum behind him, and he fought the urge to turn and see Doc’s face for himself.
“Good boy,” Neil murmured. “How does it feel, knowing he’s watching, kitten?”
“Hot, a little different. I want to be fine for y’all.” He wanted to be like a wet dream.
“You are fine. Trust me on this.” Chou moved around him, close but not touching, making him vibrate as he was examined.
Christ riding a sparkly pink gator, this was the hardest part. Master Cyrus did this too—the looking, the staring. He never knew where his hands went or what he was supposed to do. The urge was to pose and push and be funny to break the tension.
“I don’t know how Cyrus had this delicious boy under his roof for so long and kept his hands to himself. Honestly.” That wasn’t to him; that was about him. Doc and Chou, they were both looking at him now.
“I hear that. He screams to be touched, and you got to see him in a spanking. He glows.”
His hands went to his cheeks, covering them as they heated.
Doc chuckled, and they were definitely playing now, he could hear it. “I’m all eyes.”
“Mmhmm. Tell me what you need, Kitten.”
It wasn’t a question; in fact, it was a command. Soft and gentle, but it was velvet over steel.
How did Neil do that?
“I need touching. I’ve been good, Sir. I swear to god.”
Chou’s answer was a happy rumble—more a growl than a purr, but a deep vibration, nonetheless. “I know, kitten. You need a good, deep petting. Maybe a brushing later when you’re all sensitive and hot.”
Alain liked to die, right then and there, and his head bobbed in a nod that he’d had no intention of making, but his body did it anyway.
“I think we can agree on that, then.” Neil wasn’t laughing. No, he sounded happy more than anything. “There’s a table over on the other side of the bed. I want you to get some lube out for me, hmm?”
“That’s usually my line.” Doc’s voice was low. “You’re hot as hell, Smokey.”
That ain’t no lie.Alain was fixin’ to combust, go off like a rocket. Boom.
“Kitten…”
He blinked up at Neil, damn near shivering.
“The lube. Now.”
“Right. Sorry, Sir.” He blinked like he’d been in a damn dream or something, then focused on making his legs work. He knew how to walk, yes he did.
“Good boy.” Neil’s praise slid over his skin like a caress of its own, a delicious little shiver shaking him. He handed over the lube once he’d retrieved it, and Neil’s finger slid over his, warm and reassuring him with a little squeeze.
“Thank you, Sir.” He bounced on his toes, his body refusing to sit still. His energy was beginning to build.
And build.
And build.
Doc watched him, then turned his attention to Chou. “He needs something to focus on, Neil. Take him down a bit.”
“On your knees, kitten, butt on your heels, knees wide, hands behind your neck.”