“Oh you’re evil, love.” But there was approval in M’sieur’s voice; he could hear it.
He wanted a rhythm, a pattern, something to catch hold of and trust in, and Chou wasn’t giving it to him. It was like to drive him mad.
“You’re gonna have to give into it, Kitten.”
M’sieur snorted. “You always give me a hard time when I tell you that.”
“Do as I say, not as I do, right?”
Alain was going to bite somebody.
“Someone’s tense.” M’sieur’s fingers played over his back, giving him goose bumps. “Relax, little one. I’m planning on fucking your Master later. Maybe while he’s fucking you.”
A wild keening sound tore out of Alain; he couldn’t help it. That made his soul burn.
There was a pause, and the room went quiet. When M’sieur spoke again, his voice was deep and rough. “Paddle him ’til he comes, love.”
“Yes, Sir. I got you, Kitten. Hold on as long as you can. Make it last.”
All he could do was grab M’sieur’s leg and hold on tight.
Then Neil started to go to town on his backside.
“Beautiful boy.” M’sieur started whispering to him, soft words, kind words, and then eventually hot and sexy words. “Look at you. You want to come don’t you? Master Neil’s going to make you forget your name.”
Neil gave him the rhythm he craved, and suddenly his chest was tight, his head spinning.
Alain sobbed, his body burning, his balls tight. “Y’all! Y’all, please!”
M’sieur hummed low. “Begging so pretty.”
“Now, Kitten.” Chou’s voice went straight to his balls.
One more blow and then nails dragged over his blistered ass, and he shot so hard he saw stars.
He was moving suddenly as M’sieur stood and dropped him gently facedown on the bed. Chou moved right over him, slick fingers slipping inside him before he could catch his breath.
All he could do was suck in desperate lungfuls, his hips canting up like he was starving for it. It was hard to keep track of what happened after that.
At least until the heavy tip of Neil’s cock slid over his slick hole. “Talk to me, Kitten. I won’t hurt you for the world. I want to know you’re here, wanting me.”
That brought the world into clear focus, yessir. Alain sobbed once, because that care was a blessed thing, and his soul had been missing it. “Here, Chou. Want you. Need you like breathing.” The tears washed so much pain away. “Please. I’m y’all’s.”
He heard M’sieur’s shaky inhale from somewhere close, somewhere next to them on the bed. “You’re a good boy, Alain. A sweet, beautiful, good boy.” M’sieur’s fingers combed through his hair and brushed his cheek, sweeping tears away as Chou slowly, gently filled him up.
“Y’all’s, I vow.” It didn’t hurt—just a stretch and a distant ache that became a need.
Chou rocked into him slowly, whispering hot words to him and taking what he needed. “So fucking good.”
“Give him more, boy.” It took him a second to realize that M’sieur meant him, but then he arched and tightened, and Chou made the most amazing sounds.
“Fuck yes. Alain… Kitten.” The groan that followed was deep and needy.
“That’s it, little one. See what you’re doing to him? Feel it?”
He did. He was making his Chou fly to the moon. A rush of power flooded him, making his eyes cross, and he focused on Neil, on making this man who was so good to him soar with pleasure.
It wasn’t selfless, no sir, Alain was buzzing, firing on all cylinders, but it was because of them, of how he was pleasing them.