Page 21 of Collin: Episodes 4-6
The world spun, and Collin landed on his back, Mr. Reevesworth on top of him, one hand gripping his hair. “Don’t tempt me.”
Collin giggled. He pushed up with his hips, trying to grind against his dom. “Sir, don’t tempt me. Because I’d let you.”
Mr. Moreau burst into laughter as Mr. Reevesworth reared up on his knees, growling. “Now you’re in for it, boy.” He grasped Collin’s jaw in his hand.
“I want to be wanted.” Collin rasped out the words. “I don’t think anything you do that tells me I’m wanted is going to be a problem, sir.”
Mr. Reevesworth leaned down to kiss him. “So dangerous, Collin.”
“I know, sir.” Collin leaned up, meeting Mr. Reevesworth’s lips with his own. He lost control at once, and Mr. Reevesworth pushed him flat on the bed, licking the inside of his mouth and nibbling on his tongue. Collin let his eyes flutter closed and surrendered. Small thrills of pleasure skittered through his nerves and made him smile into Mr. Reevesworth’s mouth.
Mr. Reevesworth sank down to the bed. “If I hadn’t just come, I’d take you again, right now. And if we were further along, I’d be asking Émeric to do it for me.”
“It’s too late,” Mr. Moreau settled down on his pillow and pulled up the covers. “Too tired.”
Collin smiled to himself. “I wouldn’t mind Mr. Moreau taking me for you, sir. But I am sleepy.”
“We’re all sleepy. I’ll settle for one load of cum locked up inside you for now. Do not remove it without asking. Come here.” He hauled Collin up and over his chest and tucked him under one arm, then reached for his husband. Collin closed his eyes and let his breathing even out as the other two men slowly made out, saying their own goodnights.
Episode 5
Sunday morning
Collin rubbed his face on his pillow. Something was on his face. A cat’s tail. Oh, and that was drool. Ack. But now it was off. But the cat’s tail was back. Collin reached out blindly and found Artemis’s head. Purring followed. Her highness was tucked away on the pillow Collin had somehow lost.
“What time is it?” Mr. Reevesworth muttered.
“It is a time, upon a Sunday, for which there is nothing scheduled.” Mr. Moreau rolled over and wrapped an arm around Mr. Reevesworth. “We are doing nothing.”
The door to the bedroom eased open. Collin raised his head and opened one eye. It was Damian.
“Come in, Pup.” Mr. Reevesworth reached for the covers. Collin shivered and pulled his knees up, suddenly bare.
“Collin, this side.” Mr. Moreau reached over his husband and tapped Collin’s shoulder.
Collin rubbed his face with both hands and crawled over Mr. Reevesworth. There was plenty of bed on the outside, next to Mr. Moreau. He slumped back down. Now was not the time to wake up. Not yet. He entirely concurred with Mr. Moreau about Sundays and doing nothing.
Mr. Moreau lay on his back and wrapped one arm around Collin, lying shoulder to shoulder with his husband. Artemis howled at the loss, but Mr. Reevesworth took over rubbing her ears. Damian crawled into the space Collin had just left, fitting in against Mr. Reevesworth’s other side. He rubbed his cheek against Mr. Reevesworth and put his head down on his dom’s shoulder. His eyes met Collin’s across the other two men’s chests. “Morning, little brother.”
Collin smothered a yawn. “Not morning yet, sleepy. But hey.”
Damian smirked, eyes only half opened. “Somebody got plugged last night.”
Collin shivered and hid his face against Mr. Moreau’s chest. The plug was still there, very noticeably, now that someone had mentioned it.
Damian chuckled. “Better you than me. I hate those things. How is it?”
Collin curled in tighter against Mr. Moreau. “I like what it does.”
Damian’s smile was soft and genuine. “But what about how it feels?”
Collin made angry protesting noises in the back of his throat.
Damian laughed.
Mr. Reevesworth wrapped his arm around Damian’s head and sloppily pressed his hand over Damian’s mouth. “Somebody else is going to get gagged. We’re still sleeping.”
Artemis audibly sniffed and stood up, stalking off the end of the bed and leaving the room.
