They also expected nothing specific of him.
“He also doesn’t like how I talk to them and says that’s for children,” said Riju. “I know they don’t hear me, and they’re not real people, but I like it because I can tell them anything, and…”
“They won’t tell anyone or judge.”
“Exactly.” A hint of doubt tinted Riju’s voice. “You don’t think they’re creepy?”
“Hell no,” said Kit, and Riju smiled. “If a person collects paintings with people, no one says all the frozen expressions and eyes are creepy, do they?”
“I don’t think so.”
“The button eyes don’t bother me either.”
“He thinks I should have less. I love making them and don’t have anything else to do with them, so I keep them. Stand up for a second. I’ve had this one the longest, but I didn’t make her.” Riju scrambled onto his bed and carefully picked up the one he’d tucked in. “Dory sleeps with me every night. I don’t bring her out much anymore because I’m afraid she’ll get too damaged one day. I’ll have to replace her shoes soon, and I gave her a new dress too. I’m trying to keep her the same as much as possible.”
Kit sat on the edge of the bed. Up close, her limbs had a few scratches. Riju must have touched up her painted face and redone her hair since it looked pretty good. The green dress with purple trim looked new along with her stockings. Her tiny white leather shoes were dry.
“Dory was my first.” Riju fixed a red yarn strand that was askew.
She was the doll he’d had for years and gone to the fair with. She must have been his only friend when he’d spent years on the street. Somehow, he hadn’t lost her despite whatever happened that one day, so whoever found him must have taken the doll, and it had been in the recovery room when Riju woke up.
“She sounds like a good friend,” said Kit.
“She is.” Riju placed her on the pillow and crawled over to sit in the middle of the bed.
Kit felt such a burst of affection for Riju, he almost didn’t know what to do. He’d never been with anyone so sweet, and he couldn’t believe Riju had invited him into his private space and shared his favorite hobby. He’d even gotten to see Dory.
“You’re sweet.” Kit leaned forward so their faces hovered inches away, and Riju smiled, although he didn’t seem to get the hint to kiss.
Kit pecked him on the lips. It worked since Riju kissed him back.
“I like you,” he said before trailing his lips up Kit’s jawbone and to his ear.
“I like you too.” Kit moaned as Riju nibbled on his ear. Kit wrapped his arms around him and inhaled his scent.
Riju gripped his thigh. “Are you going to be good for me?”
“Yes.”
Riju pushed him flat on the bed and straddled him. Kit grunted as his cock strained at the cage.
“Please, fuck me, Master.”
Riju’s arousal was clear through his trousers. Kit needed it in his mouth or ass. Whichever. As long as he pleased Riju and could give him all of the bliss Kit would still be denied for months and months.
Riju leaned in to kiss him, and Kit ran a hand through his long red hair. “Turn over like a good boy.”
When Riju moved, Kit turned over, kept his upper body low, and stuck his ass up as he spread his knees.
“Please,” he begged.
Riju stripped off his coat and trousers but left his vest and shirt on. He climbed up behind Kit and reached between his legs to cup his balls again so he could gently massage them. “What do you want?”
“I need you to feel good. Please, fuck me, Master. Fill my ass.”
“I said you can relax in here.”
“I know. I like calling you Master too.” He realized he liked it far more than calling Trig that. He had nothing against his main Master, and he respected him, but using the title for Riju was more pleasing. In fact, everything with Riju had been more satisfying in a way he couldn’t quite explain.
