Kai frowned. "The stables?"
"To give you room for more equipment. A gymnasium of sorts. I could have a carpenter make some bars along the walls-"
"I couldn't," Kai stammered. "You've already given me so much."
"But I want to," Master countered. "Then your dayroom doesn't have to be split the way you're planning. It's really not big enough to be dual-purpose."
I nudged Kai, nodding enthusiastically for him to accept. He loved exercising, training his body harder and longer day by day. The stables closest to the house were large, airy spaces with high ceilings and sandy floors, perfect for him to practise with the staffs and wooden swords the guards used in training. Swinging such an implement inside was asking for disaster.
"I'll think about it," Kai said at length. "That is, if I may...?"
"Of course." Master smiled, handing the rest of the swatches to me. "I'm making no decisions for you, Kai, merely offering some suggestions."
"I know. Thank you."
Master chucked him under his chin. "You are more than welcome. I enjoy spoiling you."
Rather than flinching from the touch as I expected, I was thrilled to see Kai smile bashfully, accepting both Master's words and the contact. Contact which turned lingering even as I watched, wide-eyed and hopeful. Master cupped Kai's jaw, rubbing his thumb close to his mouth. My throat went dry as I silently hoped for more.
That, however, was too much to ask. The moment passed, Master withdrew his hand and reclined in his chair, a weary expression crossing his face as he briefly closed his eyes.
"Please don't work any more tonight," I said, resting a hand on his knee.
"I don't think I shall," he said, smiling at me in a way he probably thought was reassuring. All it did was emphasise the weariness in his eyes and the tight lines which had formed either side of his mouth. He looked old, and I wasn't used to seeing him so. Whatever secrets he was keeping from us about life outside the compound, they were clearly weighing heavily on his mind.
I rose on my knees and kissed him, silently offering whatever he needed to make him lay down his burden, at least for a little while. He hummed in contentment, running his fingers through my hair and clasping the back of my scalp as I peppered my lips across his mouth and the side of his face. His stubble felt rough, for it had been several weeks since he had let me shave him, and he was not as adept as I at getting his skin marble-smooth. I determined to insist upon him submitting to my razor the next time he had a full day at home.
"Mmm, that feels nice," he said as I turned my attention to his neck. He had always liked to be kissed behind his ear, and I rested both hands on his thighs to steady myself as I did just that. I hadn't realised until this moment, but I had missed him terribly. I wanted to make love to him as I used to when it had been the two of us, and it felt like I was the only soul in the world who understood and loved him for who he really was.
Not wanting to be forgotten, Kai also knelt beside me, stroking down my back and nuzzling against my shoulder. I turned from Master to kiss him, capturing his mouth with mine in a wet slide of tongues before turning to Master again. I belonged to both of them equally, and the thought of seeing them together had fuelled my most secret fantasies for weeks.
Master hauled me to him, biting my mouth, his eyes open and staring straight past me, locking on Kai. Did they know how hot I found it to have an audience in these moments?
I slung an arm around Kai's neck, pulling him until we were both kneeling between Master's thighs. Their faces were close as I kissed them both alternately and I longed to push them together and make them kiss each other, but I didn't quite dare be so forceful with Master, and I was sure Kai would not be receptive to such a sudden move. Instead I contented myself with writhing between them, my lips barely leaving one before I fell upon the other. I could taste Kai in Master's mouth, and Master in Kai's, and I wondered if they could, too; if they knew the something different in my kisses was each other, and if that knowledge thrilled them the way it thrilled me.
Kai braced himself on the arm of Master's chair, and Master covered Kai's hand with his own. Panting now, unable to keep from wriggling between them for the sheer joy of feeling them press against me from either side, I fumbled first with Master's loose trousers, then with the knot in Kai's loincloth. Their cocks sprang free and I took them both, one in each hand, slowly sliding my fists from root to tip.
Master groaned and mouthed my neck as I kissed Kai, who thrust into my hand and sagged against me in response.
I felt powerful, having them both like this, being the centre of their attention. I could reduce either or both of them to a wanting mess of need with a few simple twists of my wrist. I could get them both off, make them climax together, or have them fill me up, one in my mouth and one in my arse, making them work in tandem to please me. The sheer wealth of possibilities made my head swim.
Kai gripped me around my waist, hauling me closer until he was practically humping against my thigh while I feverishly worked his cock. I released Master and slid my hand over Kai's scalp and through the short spikes of his hair, clasping the back of his skull as he rested his forehead against my shoulder. He wasn't going to last long-he never did, being a young man previously much denied. Master had had years to develop his considerable stamina in the bedchamber.
"Turn his arm," I said to Master, indicating the hand he covered with his own.
Obediently, Master prised Kai's clawed fingers free of the chair and turned his hand palm-up, exposing the milky underside of his arm.
"He likes being stroked. As gently as you can."
I pulled Kai's head back by his hair, licking into his open mouth as he groaned. Master stroked up the inside of his forearm, feathering over the sensitive skin as lightly as he could with his fingertips. I'd discovered how much Kai liked that completely by accident, but I had used it to my shameless advantage ever since. His skin was super-sensitive in the most unlikely of places, and I relished the challenge of finding them all.
A series of half bitten off gasps warned me of Kai's impending climax, and I immediately released his cock, showing no mercy as he wailed in frustration. We men are simple creatures, and however hot Kai might find his present situation before his orgasm, I knew he'd be disgusted with himself in the immediate aftermath. I wasn't having that disgust taint whatever he saw between me and Master. Tonight, as much as it might pain him, he was going to finish last.
"Oil," I gasped, when Kai's immediate need to come had abated. "Bedside table."
He sprang up in a second, returning with the small jar already unstoppered. I took it from him and slicked Master's cock, then handed it back with a gruff order for Kai to oil me.
Master held my head in his big hands, watching my face as Kai worked a finger inside me, spreading oil around my hole. I groaned, unable to prevent myself from rocking back onto Kai's hand, squeezing tight around his finger and feeling the delicious clench of muscles all the way to my balls.
Kai withdrew and I rose on unsteady legs, Master's hands falling to my hips to guide me as I sat in his lap. My cock stuck out at right angles from my body, the flushed length looking impossibly dark and needy against my pale skin. Kai took me into his mouth and I released a shout of pleasure as I was engulfed in warmth and wetness. He began to suck in earnest, and I marvelled at how much his technique had improved over the previous weeks. At first he'd been hesitant to even touch his tongue to my tip, but now he nursed me as though his life depended on it, using his hands along my shaft as he focused his lips and tongue and even teeth on tormenting my glans and foreskin.
"Enough," Master said, pulling him off by his hair as my whimpers grew frantic. The air in the room felt cold against my exposed shaft, which jerked, seeking further contact. I bit my lip and concentrated on Kai, kneeling before me. Master still held him by his hair-something else I was learning he loved but would never admit to enjoying-and his mouth hung open, his lips slick and his eyes heavily hooded, the barest band of emerald showing around the edges of his blown pupils. I hadn't realised he'd become so debauched, but the sight made my breath catch in my throat. He really was strikingly beautiful.
I thumbed his lower lip, smearing spittle and my own fluids across the plump surface. Master released him and beckoned me higher, reaching under my leg and between our bodies to rub the tip of his cock against my oiled hole. Such a simple sensation and yet so thrilling, sending pleasurable shivers through me even as I revelled in the anticipation of what was yet to come. His cock sliding into me felt like coming home; Kai's heated gaze directed at the place we were coupled spiking my lust to new heights.