“Yes, Sir.”Jesus. Okay, Alain. Pay attention. Knees. Butt. Heels. Knees. Hands. Neck. Knees. Butt. Heels. Knees. Hands. Neck.
He could do this. Knees and heels to butt. Hands on his neck? On his knees? No, neck, not knees.
“It’s not the Hokey Pokey, little one.” Doc sounded amused.
“You never know with me, Master Doctor Sir. I ain’t the brightest lightning bug in the bayou.”
“I don’t know about that, but humility is attractive in a sub.” Doc unbuttoned his shirtand slipped it off.
“Still, I don’t want my kitten feeling unworthy. You’re bright to me, Kitten.”
Chou’s words sounded real, and he knew they couldn’t be, but the need to hear them shocked the fuck out of him.
“And brave. Bright, and brave. Things a Master can be proud of.” Doc moved closer to his Chou and rested a hand on Chou’s hip.
It was something, to see the way Chou leaned into the touch for a heartbeat, before straightening up again and walking behind him, opening his elbows just enough that it straightened and stretched him.
“There you go.” Neil sounded pleased, and that was the name of the game. Make Chou happy, make him want to do this again. One finger trailed up along his arm, across his cheeks, and down along his other arm. Goose bumps covered his skin, and he couldn’t fight the shiver.
“You look amazing just like this, Kitten. So open for anything I might want.”
“Thank you, Sir.” He felt exposed, open, but admired too. Like both of them were finding him fine to look upon. It was a warm feeling, and his cock was filling as he sat there, bathing in their gazes.
Neil hummed for him, kept pacing around him, eyes never leaving his face. As he wandered, Chou tugged the hairs under his arm, parted his lips, pinched his nipple, nudged his balls with one foot. It was enough to make a man lose his mind.
Master Doctor’s low chuckle wasn’t making it any easier. “I’m never this evil to you, am I?”
“Oh, hell yes you are. You make me crazy before we get to any kind of main event. I learned a lot from you.” Neil’s warm laughter lit him up. “Are you crazy yet, Kitten?”
“I was born crazy, me.” He was tingling all over like he was being nibbled by minnows. “Sir.”
“Well, I’m about to make you more so.” Neil’s breath ghosted over the back of his neck, then Neil pressed a kiss there.
He gasped, and when Neil nipped his fingers, his hands fell from where he’d been holding them, slapping down on his thighs.
“Uh uh uh.” Neil clucked his tongue. “Be good now, Kitten.”
Master Doctor slid off the bed and moved closer. He didn’t miss Doc grabbing a handful of Neil’s ass or the light kiss Doc planted behind his ear. “I could learn to like this. I’m already liking this.”
“Are you?” Chou chuckled for him. “He’s so pretty. Needing and open. He’s a little addiction, my pretty kitten.”
“He is pretty. I’m looking forward to watching you work,MasterNeil.” There was a lot in that word, playful and not, teasing, and not.
“Thank you, Sir.” And in that word?
Oh, Alain heard love.
“Mmm.” Doc hummed as he moved away again and gave the little chest that doubled as a bench at the end of the bed a pat. “This is a good spot; I’ve always liked it.”
He didn’t need details to understand their history. Chou inhaled deeply before answering. “It is a good spot. Come on, Kitten. Let’s see how you like it.”
“Yes, Sir.” He stood, heading right over. He knew how he felt about that fine, bare hand.
Nothing had ever set him on fire, had made him need, like Neil’s hands.
Neil waited for him to reach the chest, then sat before easing him down those strong thighs, hand sliding over his ass, making wild promises. “You know your words, and so do I.”
“And I,” Doc whispered from just above him. “Pretty little one.”