“Look at the two of you. You’re on fire. Beautiful.” Master Doctor’s voice was barely a whisper but seemed to fill the room.
Neil said something that Alain couldn’t quite hear, but Master Doctor’s eyes went wide, then he could see the need in them.
“Your Master Neil is making me promises, boy, and we both know he keeps his promises, doesn’t he? I’ve never watched him fuck anyone before. Do you feel good? Is he taking care of you?” Doc’s words washed over him, distracting him, questions coming too fast for him to respond to any single one of them. Doc pushed his shoulders back toward Chou and sat up straighter, fingers finding his balls.
That sent Neil deeper, and Alain stopped worrying about words and thinking and shit. He just focused on feeling. That was the best he could do.
“Fuck, Kitten. You feel so good. I knew—I…oh, fuck.” Chou’s hips stuttered and suddenly there was a hot hand around his cock—Chou’s? Doc’s? He didn’t know, but that thumb pressed against his slit, sending lightning through him.
“Sir!” he pleaded. He knew he was supposed to wait, but how could he? How could anyone?
“Yes, little one. Come for your Master.” Doc gave him permission, and Chou made a wild sound.
“You heard the man, Kitten,” Neil barked, voice gone rough, almost guttural. “Give it to us.”
“Mon Dieu!” Alain arched, seed spraying from him, his balls emptying with his need.
“That’s perfect, sweet boy. So perfect.” Neil stroked him until he almost hurt, hips driving against his ass, their skin slapping together.
Fuck, he was going to die of pure peace, right here.
Neil wasn’t letting him down that easy, though. That man was driving into him, panting, whispering filthy words into his ear in the best way.
He hung on as well as he could, trying to give Neil the best ride of his life.
“Soon, Kitten. Soon. You two…” Neil’s voice broke.
“Yes, love.” Doc reached for Chou again. “I’m watching, and you’re amazing.”
“Master!” Chou slammed in hard enough that he was shoved into Doc’s chest. The way Neil smacked against him, grinding in, told him that soon was now, and he squeezed down as hard as he could, wanting to make Neil’s orgasm perfect.
Neil roared, and that was something to keep in his heart. Neil wasn’t a quiet lover.
“Look at you, Neil. My god. So gorgeous. Good boy.” Master Doc had one hand resting on Alain’s nape and the other was stroking over Chou’s back. “You too, little one. So beautiful.”
“Mmm…sweet kitten. You were perfect.”
He could hardly move, pinned as he was between Chou and the doc. The room was full of heavy breaths and soft moans as the bed shifted and Neil slipped away. Doc pulled him in, long arms curling around him.
Neil came back a few minutes later, crawling into the bed with them once more, curling up against them. Alain groaned, the sound one of pure satisfaction.
He needed to remember the food, to remember not to sleep the day away, but right now? Right this second? This was fine.
The rest of it they could all figure out together.
9
Neil sat at the table, watching Alain cook, wandering from stove to counter, tasting and adding spices and stirring like some crazed cartoon character.
It was adorable and fascinating, and way easier to fucking focus on than the emotions whirling inside him.
He wasn’t sure why he was wired like he was—why he wanted both worlds. He hated feeling like a selfish, greedy bastard, but he didn’t know how to make either side of him disappear.
And after this afternoon?
Fuck, he’d gotten everything he needed.
Now he had to figure out if Isaac and Alain had gotten what they needed. Both of them.