Page 19 of Collin: Episodes 13-15
Collin sobered a little. He did remember; they had talked about jealousy and individual time very frankly. He just hadn’t realized it would happen so soon. And maybe he had gotten used to being the focus of both of his doms all the time.
Mr. Moreau stroked Collin’s thigh. “No gags. If you need us or you start to panic, call us. We’ll hear you.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Don’t hold back, Collin. If you’re struggling, tell us.” Mr. Reevesworth reinforced the order. He kissed Collin’s fingers through the side of the cage. “You’re bringing me pleasure, kitten.”
“Sir?” Collin blinked at his Master.
“Knowing that I’m about to be in bed with Émeric while you stay here bound and waiting for us, being good for us, it’s a thrill. Like being high.”
Collin flushed. “I’m submitting to you.”
“Yes.” Mr. Reevesworth reached through the bars and trailed his fingertips over Collin’s ribs and brushed against his bruised nipples. “It’s beautiful.”
He smirked at his doms. “Are you going to break any beds, sirs?”
“We’ll try not to,” Mr. Reevesworth grinned back.
“Kiss, please?”
Mr. Reevesworth stood up and leaned into the cage, pressing his lips against Collin’s. “Do you want your sir’s, too?”
Yes! Collin nodded.
Mr. Moreau came around and kissed him as well. They both petted him, and he nipped at their fingers.
“And that is why we have cages for naughty, nippy kittens,” Mr. Moreau said. He straightened up and shook out the sheet in his hand. “Ready to go to sleep, pet?”
“Do you want me to go to sleep, sir?”
Mr. Moreau’s face softened. “I think coming back and finding you asleep like this would require me to get my camera. It would be adorable. And beautiful.”
“Then I’ll try, sir.” Collin let himself yawn. “I’m ready.”
Together with Mr. Reevesworth, Mr. Moreau draped the sheet over the cage.
Collin sagged back against the pillows, letting his arms hang in the cuffs. He was in the dark, in bondage on his back, open, plugged and caged twice. His lips twitched, and he almost giggled about the last thought. Inception caged, cage inside a cage. The idea of Mr. Moreau finding him adorable and wanting to discover him asleep made his chest feel warm.
There’s more than one way to have someone’s attention. And more than one way to love. Because this felt like love. Being here, giving them space to be two for a moment instead of three. This felt like love.
Outside the sheet, small sounds of bodies moving on the mattress of the large bed echoed here and there in the room. Collin let his breathing slow as he listened.
His doms were kissing. It sounded slow and sensual, and every now and then, one or the other whispered something and the other would chuckle or respond in kind. Maybe someday he could take pictures of them.
The muscles in Collin’s back relaxed into the pillows. He squeezed his ass around the dildo in his hole. There was a meditative air about everything, all quiet and soft.
Safe.
Something inside his chest warmed and grew as he listened to his doms moving slowly against each other. How they loved each other was lovely. Their courage. The heat between them after so many years and so many lovers.
They should be together. They should have dates and hold each other and look up and smile at him together when he came into a room. He wanted to serve them breakfast in bed and take pictures of them kissing and cuddling.
Their love for each other felt safe. Like a solid foundation under his feet. Collin sank even deeper into the padding on the bottom of the cage. Their love for each other was a fortress wrapping around him. He closed his eyes and drifted.
He was deeply asleep sometime later when two sets of hands pulled him out of the cage and a strong pair of arms carried him around the end of the bed. He crawled, yawning, eyes only half open, into the middle. His master pulled him against his front so that Collin could wrap around him like a koala. He hummed happily against his Master’s chest. His Master kissed the top of his head and reached down, pulling his ass open. His sir pulled the dildo out and lay down behind him, and then he was being filled and hugged from both sides, and the world could not be improved on. He squeezed his hole tight twice, trying to pull his sir in even closer, and then his dreams had him and he was sound asleep again.
Mr. Reevesworth kissed Collin awake an hour earlier than normal. “Wake up, beautiful boy.”
