“Aww.” Pouting dramatically, he wiggled his ass. “I like it when it aches.”
Jasper’s lips were pressed together, doing his best to hide his laughter, but I squeezed Kennedy’s ass instead. “There are good aches and not good aches.”
Kennedy snickered. “Are you going to make it ache good? You haven’t come yet.”
Something must’ve sparked in his curious brain because he pulled back and looked at both of us. “Mr. Jasper hasn’t come either.”
It wasn’t a question but he didn’t seem to be overthinking the situation either. It was more of a slightly random fact that he felt the need to share. “But I’m the sub, so I don’t have to worry about that. It’s not my decision.”
Jasper’s chest jerked but I just wanted to roll my eyes.
I was a good Dom and nodded, though. “That’s right. I’m going to make all the decisions and my good slut just needs to focus on following the orders he’s given.”
Giggling, Kennedy stretched up and kissed my cheek before snuggling back into me. “Subs definitely have the better role in BDSM stuff. I don’t know why anyone would want to be the Dom.”
“Control.” My response had his shoulders shaking but he managed not to laugh. “And getting their dick sucked a lot.”
Kennedy inhaled sharply and almost sounded shocked, but his wiggles and the way he shivered made his thoughts clear. “Those are good points in your favor.”
Jasper was back to trying not to laugh, but I was focused on my naughty boy. One who hadn’t gotten quite enough chances to show off how sexy he was. We were going to give him another chance to have fun and be adorably naughty with an audience of one.
“I think so too.” Inching down the sheet, I trailed my fingers over his back and down his arms. “I also think you want to show me what a good boy you are, don’t you?”
His embarrassed squeak was sexy as fuck, but so was the way he nodded and rubbed against me…us really. “I’m your good boy, Master…but how good am I?”
It took me a second too long to realize what he was asking, but luckily for me, Jasper could think faster. His chin dipped low and he looked down at his lap before shaking his head.
Oh.
“You’re just my good boy, slut. But you’re going to put on a show for Mr. Jasper, aren’t you?” Kennedy would’ve done it and had incredible amounts of fun doing it under the right fantasy setting, but he wasn’t the only one involved in the scene.
With the decision made, Kennedy nodded and rubbed against us again as he made a needy sound. “I…I’ll put on a good show, Master.”
Kennedy didn’t seem to be overthinking the situation and probably thought it was me limiting the scene. I was good with that and I knew Jasper would have fun watching, so it wasn’t a problem for me either. I simply inched the sheet down lower until his ass was barely covered. “I can’t wait to see your pretty lips wrapped around me, baby.”
Making a sexy, happy hum, Kennedy eased away from me and slid down between my legs, bringing the sheet with him. He was barely covered with one corner draped over his lap, but that just made him look more incredible and even more naked. “Such a good boy.”
Stroking his cheek and running my hand over his head got a little kitten purr out of him and he nuzzled against me as he inched closer on his knees. “You look so beautiful like that.”
He was relaxed enough still that there wasn’t a long list of questions pressing at him and he didn’t even give me his opinion on how hard the floor was. I was pretty sure subspace hadn’t fully receded yet, so I knew I’d get the rest later.
For the time being, all he seemed interested in was getting attention and my cock. “I’m your good boy.”
That was so automatic it made me smile, but he didn’t notice since all his thoughts were on the bulge between my legs. I was a wonderful Master and spread my legs wider, moving my hand behind his neck to encourage him to come closer. “That’s right, and my good boy is going to put on a sexy show.”
His shiver and the way his body tensed said he loved the idea of being watched at the very least, and nothing made me question that as he leaned forward and nuzzled against my still covered cock. “Yes, Master.”
Jasper barely held back a moan as he watched Kennedy, utterly enraptured. He wasn’t ready for the next step, but I knew it wouldn’t be long until he helped Kennedy explore his fantasies. Jasper had some hang-ups, but he was good with Kennedy and he didn’t see anything wrong with all the fun things Kennedy was curious about.
He’d also just made Kennedy feel good about himself, which I knew was addictive in itself. But I didn’t push and just stroked Kennedy’s head as he watched me reach down and open the button on my pants.
Kennedy eased back enough to let me release my erection, nuzzling against my thigh and waiting patiently, but he didn’t go far. “Such a good boy.”
Yes, this was another kind of subspace for him at the very least because he was entirely too relaxed and quiet for my Kennedy to be at full-reality functional. So I kept my touch light and eased him forward again, letting him set the pace as his lips wrapped around the head of my dick.
My soft moan had him making a happy sound and he licked my slit before taking me deeper into his mouth. The softest little noises escaped almost like hums as he bobbed up and down, slowly getting lower every time.
He was very good at putting on a show, waving his ass back and forth and being so fucking sensual I wanted to fuck him right there, but he also seemed to be thoroughly enjoying what I thought must be a very quiet mind.
