Page 10 of Learning to Change

Dean groaned again. “I have no idea how to respond to that.”

“Because you’re already sobering up.” Tate sat down on the floor next to us, shaking his head and looking silly. “One cup to share because I want to lick the area where you put your mouth.”

“God.” Dean blinked. “The shit that just comes out of your mouth.”

“He’s so cute too.” Just in a naughty way. “And did you see his penis? It’s so nice. I can’t wait to play with it more. Do you think Master will let us kiss it?”

No giggles.

No giggles.

I couldn’t get distracted or make Master think his penis was funny.

Dean jerked and it felt like his dick was trying to escape his pants. “Fuck.”

That was not a no…or a safeword…or even a maybe.

“I don’t think we’re supposed to do that while drinking.” It might be illegal? “So you’ll just have to impulse me.”

Oh well.

“I…” Dean stopped and swallowed. “I did promise.”

Oh yes.

“You did.” Nodding, I kissed his cheek again. “My ingredient list was very long too, so you don’t have to worry.”

He liked worrying, though, so I didn’t think he’d stop.

Tate said it was his favorite hobby and that would make it rude to tell him to go hot duck.

Cold rabbit?

Cold ducks?

“I lost a word.” It was gone. “It’s about hot food or something.”

Dean frowned and reached up to pet my head. “I’m sorry.”

“Thank you.” He was very good at taking care of me. “I like being with you even if you’re not going to impulse me.”

I was pretty sure I was being nice but he sighed. “You’re so good at that.”

For some reason Tate laughed as he held the cup up for Dean. “Amen.”

They were both so silly.

“I give up.” Dean huffed and let Tate help him take a sip. When he was done, he looked Tate right in the eyes and licked the edge of the cup.

Oh, Master Tate had another naughty sub.

“I think I have another boy who’s curious about getting a spanking.” Tate’s teasing made Dean shiver. “Yes, two very curious subs.”

Dean’s mouth opened and closed several times as Tate took the cup back and then turned it around so he could lick it like he’d promised. “Fuck.”

“Not yet.” I was going to have to be patient. “Remember whiskey dick is a real thing, so think of what vodka will do.”

That sounded scary.

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