Page 53 of Collin: Episodes 7-9
“That is acceptable.”
Collin settled his cheek on Mr. Moreau’s leg, watching Damian worship Mr. Reevesworth’s cock. Above them, Mr. Moreau and Mr. Reevesworth kissed and caressed each other. Damian’s eyes met Collin’s, and they shared a smile. Damian reached his nearest arm under Mr. Reevesworth’s thigh and gripped Collin’s hand. He pulled back off his dom’s cock just long enough to smile at Collin, and then he went back, swallowing Mr. Reevesworth down until the man was groaning into his husband’s mouth at the top of the bed.
I could get used to this. Collin snuggled. He could smell all his men around him. His best friend was getting his dom off. They’d survived the TV crews and the religious fanatic’s attack. Even Artemis was doing well; when he’d checked on her right before the shower, she was complaining and whining and feeling antsy enough to make her angst known.
They did need that cat tree built. Maybe it would help keep her out of trouble.
Mr. Reevesworth pushed Damian’s head down firmly and came, Damian gulping him down.
“Thank you, pup.”
Damian hummed, licking Mr. Reevesworth clean. “Thank you, sir.”
“Do you mind trading places with Collin, boy?”
Damian looked up, meeting Mr. Reevesworth’s eyes. “Would you like me to take care of your man, sir?”
“Yes.”
Damian squeezed Collin’s hand. “Switch with me, brother.”
Mr. Moreau half sat up. “Damian, you don’t… I know you don’t…”
Damian knelt up and pushed Mr. Moreau back into Mr. Reevesworth’s arms. “Sucking cock doesn’t make me submissive, sir. And you have a very nice one. And there is one man I am a sub for, your husband. So unless you don’t want my mouth on you, lay down like the gorgeous drink of water you are and let me have your dick.”
Mr. Moreau laughed, his cheeks flushing a darker shade of mahogany. “You want my dick?”
Damian managed to strut without even moving, his head coming up at an arrogant angle and his shoulders squaring off. “No, I don’t. I want you blissed out, empty, and asleep. That will be satisfying.”
Collin giggled, his knees curling up to his chest. Mr. Reevesworth stroked his head.
“Since you ask so eloquently.” Mr. Moreau made room for Damian, fisting his cock and stroking it twice.
Damian smirked. “Sir, do I make him come hard and fast or slow and gentle?”
“Slow and gentle, please,” Mr. Reevesworth murmured.
Collin fell asleep to the sounds of Damian’s mouth on Mr. Moreau. He woke up in the middle of the night to pee and found Damian stretched out on his stomach on the small bed. Collin picked up one of the spare quilts and spread it over his brother, then tiptoed into the bathroom. At the toilet, he remembered Mr. Moreau had relocked him into the chastity cage.
He tiptoed back out. Mr. Reevesworth was already stirring. Collin knelt by the bed. “Sir?”
“Collin?” Mr. Reevesworth raised his head instantly.
Collin held up his hand. “Just need to pee, sir.”
“Right. Yes.” Mr. Reevesworth let out a sigh. “Key.” He reached for the bedside table.
Collin was tired in the morning, but so were both his doms and Damian. They prepared breakfast together, Damian serving coffee and tea, Collin cutting up fruit and putting out pickled radishes, and Mr. Moreau scrambling eggs with lightly sautéed vegetables that were already prepped. Mr. Reevesworth arrived last, phone to his ear, but he set the table as he spoke with his virtual assistant.
“Émeric, do you need anything changed with your flights to Kyoto this weekend?”
Mr. Moreau looked up from the stove. “No. And Shouhei is picking me up.”
“Oh, he’s back home?”
“For the moment. You know him.”
Collin put the fruit on the table. “Who’s Shouhei?”
