Remy nuzzled Bobby's throat, nipping lightly. Bobby smirked and stroked down Remy's back. Logan was watching them from the porch as they had a summer picnic. Remy was squirming due to the plug in his ass. Bobby was watching the clouds and enjoying his pet's attention. Remy was cleaning the sweat from Bobby's skin with a very enthusiastic tongue.
"Y' let y' kitten have some cream, Master Robert?" he purred.
"I don't know. Have you been a good boy?"
"Oh, oui, M. Robert. Oui. Been wearin' m' collar all week. Been plugged. Remy ain't come wit'out permission. Ain't even been flirtin'."
"You always flirt, slut." It was said with affection and Remy rubbed against Bobby's side. Bobby slid his finger into Remy's mouth and his kitten sucked on it while Bobby considered. He iced up his finger and Remy moaned, sucking more urgently on it. The Cajun's clever fingers sought Bobby's nipple. "Later we'll see if Logan wants to try you. Until then, settled down. Hands behind your back."
Remy complied, jumping a bit when the ice formed around his wrists. He moaned soft and low against Bobby's finger. He laid his head on Bobby's stomach, still suckling his master's finger. Bobby stroked Remy's throat above the silver chain. He drifted off that way. Remy did nothing but suckle and stay still. His eyes closed. The sun was too bright even with sunglasses. The sun melted the cuffs slowly. Remy shivered as the water soaked through his tee-shirt. His ass throbbed. He was being stretched wider than usual. It was new to have to wear a plug all day. Bobby was considering making him wear a cock ring all day as well, but had yet to do it.
Remy could feel Logan's eyes on them. He blushed. Bobby seemed to be escalating his public campaign. The silver collar never left Remy's throat, except to be replaced by something heavier. His ass was plugged and he needed permission to go to the bathroom. He was often found doing Bobby's chores, much to Scott's consternation.
Logan padded closer to see what Bobby had done to the Cajun this time. It was a perfect picture. The thief's skin was flushed, his hands were pinned and his mouth was wrapped around Bobby's finger. Bobby was stroking possessively above the boy's collar. Bobby's eyes drifted open.
"My kitten wants some cream. Care to indulge him?"
Logan's brows shot up.
"You've had his ass, why not his mouth?"
Logan considered while Bobby urged Remy to his knees. He removed his finger and the thief whined. Bobby smirked.
Remy shifted on his knees. The plug shifted in his ass. Bobby caught him by the back of his neck and played with the plug. Logan felt a surge of lust run through his body as the Cajun moaned and squirmed, cheeks reddening at the thought of being seen like that. Bobby grinned at Logan wickedly and tipped Remy's head back, using the thief's wild bangs. "Use him, Logan. I see you watch him. Look at those pretty lips. Think what they'll be like wrapped around your cock. He won't resist you. So sweet and hot. He's so hard for you, Wolvie. The greedy little slut." Bobby stroked Remy's throat.
Logan licked his lips. He wasn't sure about the whole situation. He didn't like the feeling that he was being used. He shook his head. "Not fer me, Drake. I ain't gonna touch yer boy again."
Remy whimpered. He squirmed prettily and the Canadian almost fell. He turned and went back to the house instead.
"Poor kitten, Bobby taunted.
"Sil vous plait, Master Robert."
"What?" Bobby tapped Remy's nose.
"Let y' kitten suck y'."
"No." Bobby laid down and pulled his kitten down next to him. He stroked the Cajun's spine.
"Bon Dieu. Maitre. Y' kitten's so hard f' y'. Need t' come so bad." He rubbed against Bobby's hip.
"Do you need to be reminded that I own your cock, boy?" Bobby's voice dropped low into his chest. Remy shivered. He loved that tone.
"Non, Master Robert. Just need y' so bad." Remy purred. "The plug be drivin' po' Remy crazy. It ain't y'. Y' so close, but I ain't allowed t' touch. So hot f' y', Master Robert. Want y' so bad."
"You please me like this, pretty kitty. Feeling you close to me. Knowing you're ready. Knowing that pretty ass of yours is stretched wide. Knowing you're *mine.*"
The surge of affectionate lust brought tears to Remy's eyes. Bobby was the first person to give him the giddy rush of true love. Belle cared about him, but there was no passion in her love. "Oui, Robert, Remy's y'rs."
Bobby settled the Cajun between his legs so that his thief's head was tucked into the hollow of his throat. He released Remy's wrists. Remy wrapped his arms around Bobby's neck. Bobby wrapped his arms around Remy's waist and they laid there groin to groin. Remy purred, feeling Bobby's cock throbbing against his own. Remy nibbled at the skin under his mouth and Bobby sighed happily. Bobby placed a kiss behind Remy's ear.
"Pretty kitty. My kitten. I'm not ever letting you go."
"Je t'amie, Robert."
"Love you too, Rems."
FINIS