Page 52 of Collin: Episodes 10-12
Damian dropped his eyes, cheeks taking on a darker color. “Yes, sir. I think I know what I want to ask for now at least provisionally.”
“Then we’ll do it.” Mr. Reevesworth pressed his palms together and rubbed them thoughtfully.
“I’d like to go to the playroom tonight with you, sir,” Damian said quietly, eyes still lowered.
“Would you like to go now?”
Damian glanced toward the clock. “Yes, sir.”
Mr. Reevesworth stood and held his hand out. Damian took it. Mr. Reevesworth reached out and squeezed Collin’s ankle. “Be good for Émeric, kitten. Émeric, do as you like with the plug. If you take it out, he’ll need a towel. I bred him before dinner.”
Collin covered his face with his hands. How could someone say that so casually!
Alone in the living room with his sir, the last of his mulled cider finished, Collin rolled over onto his stomach and wrapped an arm around Mr. Moreau’s leg. “Sir?”
“Yes?”
“Do you mind if I ask some questions?”
Mr. Moreau stroked Collin’s scalp, taking a sip of his own drink. It was still half full. “Not at all, kitten. Ask.”
“Do you have penetrative sex? I mean, do you top? I’ve seen, well, I mean, I’ve seen you and master do the other.”
Mr. Moreau continued to play with Collin’s hair, body lax against the cushions. “I’m more vers than Richard. He bottoms only to me since Franklin passed. But to answer your question, yes, Collin, I do enjoy penetrating my partners.”
Collin waited for a moment. Don’t make me ask. Please don’t make me ask.
Mr. Moreau stared down at him until Collin looked away, then he stroked Collin’s nose as if he were a real cat. “I’m not going have anal sex with you until we have a contract. And even then, I’m considering waiting until we go up to our house, the one up north in the woods that we’ve talked about.”
“Oh.” Collin huddled closer if that was even possible. His chest ached, and it would have been nice to have had the blanket so he could hide under it. Being brave was hard; brave and bare was harder.
Mr. Moreau continued to pet him wherever he could reach, stopping to play with Collin’s one nipple that was not hidden, making it tight and hard.
“Are you disappointed, kitten? Do you need me inside of you?”
“I—” There were the feelings bubbling up in his chest but also the thoughts in his head, and they weren’t entirely aligned. “I’m trying to not assign importance to penetrative sex that I shouldn’t, sir. But I also feel… I sometimes worry…It’s harder to know that I’m giving you what you need from me, sir.”
“But being bred by Richard earlier, that’s very easy to understand, and it left a mark. It was comforting, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, sir.”
Mr. Moreau tugged on Collin’s nipple a little harder, pulling it away from Collin’s ribs and making him arch just a little. “When I go inside you for the first time, mon petit chaton, I want you to know that what we have is stable and real. As intense as some of the moments we’ve spent together have been, we’ve shared very little time. You know only a tiny part of what drives me in a relationship and in play, which is less the act of coming for either party but much more the dance and interplay, the exchange, the long moments of suspension, literal and figurative. When I put my cum in your ass and watch it drip out of you, I want it to be a benediction, part of a display of our art together. You’re not giving me your ass to earn your place in my life, mon petit chaton.”
Collin swallowed, cheeks burning. “Do you think that’s what I’m doing with Mr. Reevesworth, sir?”
“Most certainly not.” Mr. Moreau covered Collin’s hands with his own. “What you have with Richard is real. What I’m saying is that I am not patterning my relationship with you off of what you practice with Richard. Richard is mentoring you in life decisions. He’s been able to give you things and held you in ways that built something deep and fast. For much of the time you and I have known each other, we’ve been intentional as metamours but not as partners ourselves. And ever since you were brave and spoke up, we’ve been traveling and working. Yesterday, when you came to my office, was the first time we’d spent time alone together in over a week.”
“Am I going to make you jealous? I can try harder…”
Mr. Moreau pressed two fingers against Collin’s lips. “Your heart is pounding, little one. Hush, breathe. We are good. There you go. Keep breathing.”
Collin opened his mouth and gulped air. He tried to talk again. Mr. Moreau held three fingers to his lips, stopping him.
“Now to answer your questions, no, you are not making me jealous. The last two weeks have been extraordinarily demanding on all of us. I’m satisfied and proud of us four, that we’ve done so well. What I am saying, Collin, is that we need time, you and I. I haven’t had a new relationship in over nine years.
“My default sexuality is demisexual. That’s probably even stronger than my bisexuality. I have no desire to have sex with someone before I have an emotional attachment to them. I’ve been friends with every single one of my lovers before we became physically amorous. It probably hasn’t been as obvious to you since Richard has been in the equation and you and I became close very quickly.”
Collin shook his head. He hadn’t noticed.
