Page 216 of Piece Us Together

“Oh god.” He whimpers. “Yeah.”

“My fingers?”

He closes his eyes, releasing a shaky breath. “Yeah.”

“My cock?”

“Fuck.” His knees weaken. I have to wrap my arm around his waist to keep him up, his eyes fluttering open as I steady him. He looks wrecked already and we haven’t even fucking started. “Yeah. Want you to fuck me. Please.”

“Can I fill you up, too? Stuff you with my cum?”

He groans, nodding rapidly. “Yes. Fuck yes. Please.”

“Then this is what you’re going to do. You’re going to go up to our room, to the bathroom, and get yourself ready. Take as long as you need. Nolan will be joining you in a moment.”

The moment I let go of his throat, he’s darting off. Nolan and I stand and watch him until he’s out of sight, about halfway up the stairs. I turn and put a finger to my lips, buying us a few more seconds while he makes it the rest of the way up and down thehall to the room. Then I close the distance between us, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck. “This is very important, okay? So you need to be good and communicate with me. No lying or keeping things to yourself. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Are you okay with him bottoming?”

He nods. “Yes, sir.”

“Are you okay with tonight being about him? I mean almost entirely, Nolan. You can get off if you’d like, and I’ll give you chances to kiss him and touch him a little, but my focus is going to be solely on him. I can’t risk stretching my attention to the both of you. Not with this. Not when our stubborn boy needs to be watched like a damn hawk because I’m not entirely sure he’ll speak up when things go South.”

“He will,” Nolan says. “I made him promise. But I don’t want it about me anyway. You’re right, this is his night. I want the focus to be on him.”

I sigh, pressing my forehead to his. “You’re perfect, you know that? The both of you. So fucking perfect.”

“You are too, sir.” He laughs, but it’s thin and shaky. “You have no idea. I - I dreamt of you. Of someone just like you. Then I fell in love with him and I thought I’d have to choose, but I don’t.” He presses his forehead harder against mine. “Because of you, because of both of you, I don’t have to choose. I get to just be happy now.”

“You do.” I kiss him. Slow. Soft. A reassurance more than anything else. “Now go join our boy in the bathroom. Make sure he’s doing okay. Help him if he needs to. I have a few things to grab and I’ll meet you there.”

He steps back before hopping on his toes like an excited child. “Yes, sir!”

I let him run off as I head to the guest room that’s more like our kinky storage room at this point. I collect the massage oiland the warmer, as well as a blanket I won’t care about getting ruined. I make a stop for two Christmas cookies and a cold electrolyte drink too, having a feeling Maison is going to need a little extra aftercare tonight. Sometimes the mini-chocolates and room temperature juice just don’t do the trick.

I have everything set up by the time the bathroom door. They appear in a cloud of steam, Nolan naked and toweled off with damp hair fluffed across his forehead, Maison with a towel around his waist and water still dripping down his chest. My poor kitten is clinging to the knot of his towel white-knuckle tight. His eyes are wide. Scared. It’s like a kick to the stomach.

“Hey now.” I walk slowly as I approach him, almost like he’s a stray kitten I might scare away instead of the sweet, trusting kitten I’ve managed to domesticate. It doesn’t hurt my feelings that we’ve switched into that dynamic. I understand it. If anything, it just makes me impossibly sad, but I shove that far, far down. I leave a gap between us, still close enough to feel the heat coming off his body. “Can I dry you off, sweetheart?”

He swallows hard, his lips parting. He doesn’t speak, though. Just nods slowly.

I telegraph my movements as I reach for the towel. He holds perfectly still, forcing me to pry his fingers off the knot before I can unravel it. He exhales when the fabric falls away.

“Fucking beautiful,” I murmur as my eyes scan every curve and scar and tattoo. I bring the towel up to his shoulder and start dragging the material across his water-speckled skin. He relaxes with every pass, his cock starting to fill by the time I’ve made it to his waist. I give it a gentle tug with my cloth-covered hand before ignoring it to start working on his legs. He shifts restlessly, his cock now hard and just inches from my face. I continue ignoring it.

“Hunter,” he whispers when I take a particularly long time drying his ankles.

I move onto his feet, making this quicker since he’s ticklish. I’m still planning on using that against him at some point but tonight is absolutely not the time.

“Do you need something?” I ask as I work the towel back up, taking just as long.

He shifts his weight again. “I’m - uh - I’m dry now.”

I do a quick gut-check, deciding to take a different route than I usually would with him. He shouldn’t have to beg tonight. I shouldn’t drag this out.

“You’re right.” I stand, tossing the towel to the side. My hand curls around his cock. He exhales hard, swaying toward me. I steady him with my other hand on his hip. I look right into his eyes where his arousal is quickly chasing away his unease. “I’m going to take you apart and piece you back together. You’re going to let me, aren’t you?”

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