"Robert?" Remy said hesitantly, sure he'd misheard.
"You heard me, Cajun-cat. It's not as if Scott's going to call the cops. Now, do what I tell you, kitten."
Remy flushed. Bobby kissed him gently to soften the harshness of his tone. Logan snorted. Hank would flip if he ever found out, but Hell, they were kids. Time to wander up to play co-pilot, he thought. "Have fun," Logan grinned as he passed. Gambit blushed more deeply, much to Wolverine's amusement.
"Now, kitten," Bobby ordered. Remy lowered his eyes and went back to the medical compartment.
"Bete's gonna kill us," he muttered.
"It's a seven hour flight. Stop worrying."
Remy settled on his knees as Bobby rummaged. "Robert, Henri ain't gonna like this."
Bobby shook his head. He turned. He formed a perfect ball of ice in his hand. "Open."
"Robert, please, non. Sil vous plait. Remy'll be good."
"He hasn't been so far. Open," Bobby stated. He fitted the ball behind Remy's teeth. The Cajun whimpered and tried to dislodge the numbing ice. Bobby kissed him gently, ignoring the whines. He knew that his boy would adjust soon enough. "Hands and knees, kitten." Remy complied looking up through his bangs, eyes wide. "Stay."
Remy shivered. He loved it when Bobby's voice dropped an octive. Bobby found what he was looking for. "Forehead on the floor." Remy folded himself down. He felt his pants sliding down to settle around his knees. Bobby folded one of Remy's long fingered hands into a fist and taped it shut with wide surgical tape. Then, he taped the other. He removed the thief's shirt and coat. He taped the fisted hands together in the small of Remy's back.
He settled the Cajun so he could remove the rest of his uniform. Remy struggled against the tape. A trickle of ice water dribbled down his chin. Bobby brushed a kiss over each eye before fastening them down with tape. He cupped Remy's straining erection. Remy's hips lifted after the sensation. After two strokes he was on his knees again, forehead pressed to the ground. His wrists were strapped down to his waist and his elbows to his chest with the extra straps for the backboard. "Cross your ankles and spread your knees." Bobby strapped his kitten's ankles together, leaving him open for use.
Remy whimpered and squirmed.
Bobby stroked his own erection, lubing it with the KY Hank kept "just in case" on the plane. He pressed forward against the small opening and Remy pushed back eagerly. "Stay." Remy froze, shivering. Bobby fucked the thief harshly. Remy moaned and whimpered around his gag. Bobby came. Remy's hips rocked and Bobby moaned at the sensation, growing hard again. He let Remy fuck himself. "Come, kitten." Remy came, milking Bobby's cock. Bobby thrust lazily – enjoying the spasming channel's grip. He came a second time and dissolved the gag with a thought. He pressed Remy's nose to the puddle of semen. Hesitantly, Remy lapped at it.
The blond stroked his hair encouragingly. Remy flushed with shame and helpless anger, but under it was the peculiar pleasure of knowing his place and the hunger at tasting his own come. Once the floor was clean, Bobby lifted Remy's head and kissed him. Then, another band of tape sealed the thief's mouth. Bobby straightened the room. He pulled Remy's pants up and put his trench around him and buttoned it closed. He put the Cajun's sunglasses on. He led him carefully to his seat, shoving the uniform shirt under the seat. Remy shook his head frantically, beet red. Bobby ignored him. He opened his book and started to read, stroking the Cajun's semi-erect cock as he did.
Logan wandered back after giving them an hour and a half. He could smell their arousal as soon as he stepped in. It went straight to his cock. Then, he saw the Cajun gagged, blushing and being jerked off. Drake looked up at Logan with a wicked smile. "Wolvie's hot for you, kitten."
Remy whined and fought the strict, secure bonds on his arms.
"You're going to pay him for keeping out secret, kitten." Bobby was staring Logan dead in the eye, watching the awareness and hunger grow. "You want his ass or his mouth?"
"Ass," Logan growled. Remy arched and twisted, the seatbelt holding him securely.
"You've wanted this for ages, slut," Bobby said undoing the belt. He pulled Remy up and into the open area between the seats. He pushed the thief's forehead to the floor and pulled down his pants to reveal the still glistening ass. "Use him hard."
Bobby kept his hand on the back of Remy's head as Logan slid in for the first time with a groan. His eyes locked with Drake's as he started to move, fucking both of the younger men as Remy's charm passed the sensation on to Bobby through the link he'd established months before. Bobby stroked his cock with the same lazy rhythm. Logan came hard; it had been a long time. Bobby came splattering into Remy's hair. Remy whined behind the tape on his mouth. "When we get home, kitten. When we get home." Bobby rubbed the semen into the pretty auburn hair as Logan pulled free and patted the Cajun's ass fondly.
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