Page 36 of Collin: Episodes 10-12
Damian made a frustrated sound. Mr. Reevesworth kissed him, cutting it off. Damian’s hips danced, grinding and pumping into Mr. Reevesworth’s hand.
Mr. Reevesworth released Damian’s mouth and bit the arch of Damian’s neck.
Damian growled, head tossed back on the pillow, arousal flushing his face and making his eyes unfocused. “Sirrrrr.”
“Come for me, puppy. You’ve been a good boy, working all day, being brilliant, taking care of your little brother, handling so much. But now it’s time to sleep. And you know how we make big lawyers into sleepy puppies.”
Damian growled. “Sir! You’re making fun of me.”
“Am I?”
Damian glared.
Mr. Reevesworth tossed the comforter over the end of the bed and leaned forward, taking Damian’s cock into his mouth in one fell swoop.
Damian broke. His head fell back. His eyes closed. His back arched. “Sir!”
Mr. Reevesworth lifted his head, letting Damian’s cock bob in the air. “Yes, Damian?”
“You’re evil, sir!”
“Hmm. Am I?” Mr. Reevesworth went back to Damian’s cock, swallowing it down to the root. His hands gripped Damian’s ass on both sides, practically lifting Damian’s hips from the bed.
Damian swore. And came. Mr. Reevesworth never let up, and his cheeks hollowed out, Damian’s cock deep in his throat no matter how hard Damian shook.
Chest heaving, Damian gathered himself enough to half turn his head so he could see his dom. “Seriously, sir. The fact…you can make me…cum…that fast…is embarrassing.”
Mr. Reevesworth sat up. “I have the advantage of years of training and training you in particular.”
Damian groaned and threw a hand over his eyes. “Tell me I’m not going to cum that fast when I have a sub of my own.”
“You won’t. You’ll be thinking about so many other things that you won’t have the chance.” Mr. Reevesworth dragged the covers back up over his pup, then reached under the bed, and pulled out a large stuffed teddy bear. He tucked it into Damian’s arms. “Better?”
Damian shot him half a glare but then softened, relaxing into the bed and drawing the teddy bear in closer under his chin. “Yes. But I’ve been trying to sleep without Bear, you know that.”
“Depriving yourself of comfort is not going to make you a better dom or a dom any faster.”
“But…”
“If you try to tell me that real men don’t sleep with stuffed animals, I would remind you that most of them just upgrade to larger, more complicated sleeping companions, namely lovers. They don’t outgrow them; they just out-embarrass themselves.”
Damian huffed. “But Collin…”
“Collin is not going to think less of you, Damian. I’m his teddy bear.”
Collin blushed. But he could at least be supportive. “I think my teddy bear needs are a bit more severe than yours, Damian. Like two hundred pounds more. Maybe four hundred.”
Damian made a face. “You have a point.”
“Who has a point?” Mr. Moreau came out of the bathroom.
“That you and Mr. Reevesworth are my teddy bears to help me sleep, sir,” Collin answered. See, he could be supportive. Even if it was making him feel squirmy and a tiny bit pathetic. The idea of sleeping without at least one of his doms, even after just two weeks of sharing a bed, was awful. Even though he’d been scared earlier, it was hard, in this moment, to remember why he had been scared. It just didn’t feel real anymore, not when he was here, there were cuddles, and everything was good.
He hadn’t realized it till just then, but he had zero plans to ever spend the night by himself in the bedroom assigned to him. At this point, it was just a place to put his stuff and have a desk to work at when he was home.
“I hope whoever my sub is someday doesn’t mind partial suffocation”—Damian squirmed around on the mattress, poking at his dom—“and doesn’t take up too much space. I need to stretch out, sir.”
Mr. Reevesworth rubbed the back of Damian’s neck, then stood up, giving Damian the entirety of the mattress to sprawl out on as best he might. It was only a twin size.
