“He is, is he?” His focus was on Isaac, on getting that sweet prick in his mouth, on his Master’s pleasure.
“Mhm.” Isaac climbed up too, there was plenty of room for all of them to spread out in all directions on this new bed of theirs; it was decadent and wonderful. His Master took his time, straddling him in a sixty-nine position, and before his view was completely obstructed by his master’s heavy balls he saw his lovers kiss—it was sweet and slow, just perfect.
He groaned and kissed Isaac’s sac, then slowly drew that heavy prick to his lips. This felt…pure. Normal. Perfect.
Isaac grunted softly and arched just a little. He could tell his master was trying not to seem too eager. But he knew Isaac too well not to understand what every little move meant, including that one. Isaac was ready.
It was so natural to pull Isaac in, suck with a steady hunger. He wasn’t hurrying, because he wanted this to last, but he wasn’t teasing either. He was immersed in Isaac’s scent.
“That’s it, boy. God, how I missed your mouth.” His master made the best sounds, and with every stroke of his tongue he could feel Isaac building. It wasn’t long before his Master was demanding more, arching deeper and thrusting slowly.
And Alain’s touch was gentle but relentless, teasing him with lazy fingers at first, and then his tongue and little nibbles, all becoming more intense.
He found himself moaning, his toes curling as his body responded. Fuck him, he wanted this. He took Isaac in all the way to the root, swallowing hard.
“Fuck.” Isaac spat the word out and his hips started moving, shoving that cock into this throat. They had nonverbal safe word cues, but he didn’t need them, he’d practically begged for this.
A moment later, Alain’s fingers curled around his balls and his cock slipped deep into his boy’s mouth too.
Neil grunted and pulled Isaac in deeper. He wanted his Master’s pleasure. Now.
Isaac shouted, thighs trembling, and he got what he wanted. His Master rocked and groaned, and hot seed filled his mouth as Isaac came. “Oh god. Oh fuck yes. My boy.” Isaac shuddered, his words choppy and breathless.
He grabbed Isaac’s ass and squeezed, even as he swallowed. That was it.
Now it was his turn. His prick was full, and the arousal made him feel ten feet tall.
Isaac shifted around and stretched out carefully on his bad side, since Alain was busy on the good one, and whispered hot words in his ear. “You’re a fucking stud, boy. Look at you. So beautiful.”
“Yours.” And he meant it, down to his bones.
“Good boy.”
Alain swallowed around his prick suddenly and stars blurred his vision.
He gasped and jerked, his eyes flying open. “Fuck!”
Alain’s clever fingers rolled his balls, driving him crazy.
“Mmm. Good boy, Alain.” Isaac slid a hand over his abs. “I’m watching you, boy. I want to see you come. You’ve earned every second of this.”
“Yes. Master.” He reached for his Sir’s hand, holding on tight. “Love.”
“Now, Alain. Make him…now.” Isaac squeezed his fingers. “Show me, love. Everything.”
“Ev—” Alain swallowed, and he cried out, shattered as he shot, pouring himself out into his Kitten’s lips.
Isaac took a kiss, stealing even more breath, then slid off the bed. “My beautiful boys.” He was back quickly with his kit, this time on his good side. “Fuck, the two of you are something.”
Alain hadn’t let up. He was humming as that naughty tongue slid over his exhausted cock this way and that.
“Mmhmm. Oh, y’all…” He sucked in a deep breath and let it out. “Thank you.”
“Thank you. I’m not sure you knew how much I—” Isaac stopped and chuckled. “Well, maybe you do know exactly.” Isaac put a little ointment on each of his nipples and the sting subsided quickly. “They’ll be tender tomorrow.”
He didn’t mind that, not at all. It was a good reminder, a nice distraction. “Yes, Sir.”
Once he was done, Isaac stretched Alain out beside him. “Let’s see to this pretty ass, boy.”