“I will always have you.” Isaac returned with his cuffs. “These are for tonight, to help you settle. After tonight, our usual agreement about taking them off when you feel you need to still applies, even here in the apartment. Alain…complicates the place a bit.” Isaac snorted and grinned. “Because we’re not complicated enough already, right?”
“You know it.” He rolled his eyes, ignoring the little twinge. “He’s fairly savvy. He picked up on things in a rush.” That was handy, because he felt like there ought to be a place for men like him in the world.
“Oh good. That makes this simpler for you. Maybe you can find some of the balance you need with him here. Now, stand up, boy. You’re too tired for a scene tonight, so I think I’m just going to give you a very Toppy snuggle. Aggressive snuggling. Rar.”
Neil glanced up at Isaac and began to laugh—deep, hard belly laughs that almost hurt. “God, I love you more than is reasonable. I swear by all I hold holy, you make me happy.”
Isaac grinned and helped him up. “I love that sound—you laughing. I just love it.”
He pushed into Isaac’s arms with a sigh, taking that wholly Dommy snuggle with his entire soul.
Isaac hugged him hard, then started to undress him. “I do want to see you naked, even if it is just a snuggle.”
He craved the way Isaac saw him. It was just right—and why he couldn’t be satisfied with that, he didn’t know.
Isaac took his time, fingers ghosting over bruises. “Hm. So this was actually a fistfight that ended with a gunshot, then?”
“The fistfight happened earlier in the day. The gunshot was a few hours later.”
Isaac snorted, pulling off his own clothing. “You know I would prefer that you stay alive and in one piece, right? You don’t have to go looking for trouble; I’d be more than happy to give you marks that would be way more meaningful.”
“You know I’d wear them.” These scars just proved that he was a cowboy in a strange land.
“But the question is, if you did, would you stop taking so many risks at work?” Isaac pulled back the covers and climbed in. “Come on.”
He knew that neither of them wanted the truth there, so he slid in next to Isaac with a sigh.
“Hm. Yeah.” Isaac pulled him in, careful of his stitches, and tucked an arm around him. “You can take the cowboy out of Texas…”
“But I’m always going to be Wild West.” He kissed the underneath of Isaac’s jaw.
“Mhm. I told you I don’t want to change you. And I like a little wild.” Isaac drew a line down one arm with one finger. “So… Alain’s adorable, isn’t he?”
“He’s funny as fuck, honey, and utterly not into Cyrus. So goddamn cute.”
“No,” Isaac laughed. “The way he talks about Cyrus is too funny. But you can tell, right? He’s not stable yet. He’s so positive though; everything is on the bright side, and it’s refreshing.”
“He’s got an internal joy, yeah. He shines.” He didn’t think Alain was any less stable than he was. Certain folks were…tilty by nature.
“That’s it. He shines. He does.” Isaac chuckled. “Between the two of you I’m going to eat very well this week.”
“I’m looking forward to that, if I’m honest. I do love cooking with folks.”
“Good. You can be all Toppy and order him around in the kitchen.” Isaac’s tone was teasing.
“I so can. I’ll get my bossy pants on.” He was more than willing to tease back. Hell, he was more than willing to give Alain a Dom for a little while.
“Maybe this will be good for us. For you? Like a trial run.” Isaac sounded…hopeful.
“A trial Domming?” Was that a thing? It could totally be a thing.
“A trial switching.” Isaac chuckled.
They glanced at each other, then they both just cracked up, howling with wild laughter all over again.
“You’re ridiculous.” Isaac tilted his chin up, fingers so careful and gentle, and kissed him.
Yeah, but he was Isaac’s somehow, all the way to the bone.