Page 49 of Collin: Episodes 10-12
Collin sputtered. He tried to roll over with limbs that barely wanted to work. “Master?”
Are you leaving me?
“You… you…” His master had just dumped him. Over. The couch. One, how strong was Mr. Reevesworth? And two, cuddles? Aftercare?
He blinked, confused and bereft. But others were taking decisions out of his hands. Damian was arranging himself so that he was lying on his back on the couch with Collin stretched out on top of him. He cradled Collin’s head in his hand, guiding Collin to lie down, and tucked his head under his chin.
Collin rubbed water out of his eyes. There was a shadow, and then there was his master, sitting on the coffee table beside him and Damian with his pants refastened, a light sheen of sweat on his skin. He had one of the couch blankets folded and tucked under his arm.
On his face was a lazy and satisfied grin. “Good boys, both of you. Such a good kitten.” He ran his hand down Collin’s naked back, soothing him. “So good for me.”
There were no words. He was still wrung out and weak. Still dizzy. But his master was still there.
Mr. Reevesworth stood and bent over him. He pulled Collin’s back cheeks apart, checking the plug and settling it more firmly inside him.
Collin pressed his face against Damian’s chest and whimpered. Damian stroked his hair.
Mr. Reevesworth let go and opened the blanket. He spread it over both of them, checking that it covered their feet, then came back and sank down on the coffee table where Collin could see him. He reached out, stroking Collin’s cheek with his finger. “Thank you, pet.”
He looked more relaxed than he had all week since Monday. A tiny thrill curled like a bud in Collin’s chest and grew. Collin smiled back. Somehow, he felt like he was going to cry, but it wouldn’t be bad crying. And he wasn’t being abandoned. All his master had done was fetch a blanket and pull up his pants. He was fine. He was loved.
“You’re welcome, sir.”
Mr. Reevesworth smiled wider. “You really are a gift, Collin.”
Collin huffed, embarrassed. He wasn’t the gift. Mr. Reevesworth was the one who kept giving him gifts, kept making him feel this safe and…loved. He nipped gently at Mr. Reevesworth’s hand, managing to catch one of his fingers, then he pulled that finger into his mouth, laving it with his tongue.
Mr. Reevesworth smiled, that soft look in his eyes still, and offered Collin a second finger alongside the first. Collin took them both, sucking on them, his eyes on his master’s face. He felt like he was going to sleep, but it wasn’t that. This was subspace, he knew that much now.
I’m good. Please understand, master. I’m good even though I don’t have words. I like this. I NEED this. It’s okay to do this to me.
Mr. Reevesworth took Collin’s hand from Damian’s cheek and cupped it between both of his palms, kissing the ends of Collin’s fingers.
“Thank you for taking your master’s cock so well, kitten. He feels much better now.”
“More relaxed, sir?” Collin whispered.
“Much more relaxed, precious boy.”
Collin’s lips twitched with soft amusement. “Then you should do that more often, sir.”
“Hmm. Would you like that? I come home, bend you over wherever you are, use your hole to cum until I feel relaxed?”
Collin blushed. He could see it now, being in the kitchen, suddenly getting pressed down on the counter. Would his sir be mad about the cooking space getting dirty?
Mr. Reevesworth scratched Collin’s scalp, driving away thoughts and making Collin’s eyes start to slide shut. “Now be good and cuddle Damian for me. He needs kitten time as much as I did.”
Collin nuzzled into Damian’s chest. “Yes, sir. I can give Damian kitten time.” He wrapped his arms around his kink brother.
Maybe they do need me.
Mr. Reevesworth smiled and stood. “I’m going to make juice and tea. I’ll be right back.”
Breath by breath, Collin came back to himself out of subspace. The raw, fucked-open, and vulnerable feeling, however, remained. He snuggled deeper into Damian but lifted his head a little. “You…don’t think less of me…do you? After that?”
Why couldn’t his thoughts stick to one decision? He knew they wanted him. He’d just felt so good, but now he felt shy.
Damian dipped his chin down as far as he could to look back at Collin, then raised his hand, and brushed Collin’s hair out of his eyes. “No, kitten. Not at all.”
