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Lewis texts them when he’s thirty minutes out. The words of the text don’t reveal much. The text reads: playroom, on your benches, next to each other, legs up, prepped. The tone of it is everything. When Pierre and Max get it, they’re in the middle of a round of COD. Pierre’s phone is on silent, but Max’s buzzes on the coffee table. Max puts his controller down, drawing a noise of protest out of Pierre.
“Give me half a minute, Pierre, I need to make sure it’s not work.”
Pierre huffs, but doesn’t kill Max’s character off. “It’s Sunday. If work needs you, you can put it off until tomorrow.” Max ignores him, then turns off the console once he reads the text. “Max!”
“Check your phone, Lewis has had a rough day.” Pierre goes quiet, picking up his own phone and reading the message.
Max is halfway up the stairs when Pierre speaks again. “How did you get that he had a bad day from that text?
Max sighs. “The punctuation, first of all. He’s clearly tired. Secondly, and more damning, what do you think he wants to do with us next to each other on separate benches?”
Pierre’s frown morphs quickly into understanding, and then his eyes go dark. “Oh,” he says.
“Yeah, oh. Let’s go, we don’t have a lot of time, and I want to enjoy your fingers in my ass before Lewis gets home.” Pierre makes his way up the stairs to Max quickly. He takes his elbow and basically drags him into the playroom.
“Plugs?” he asks, and Max nods.
“Better to be safe rather than sorry. Go get two and some lube and I’ll get the benches prepped.” Max turns to pull the two benches closer, but Pierre pulls him back into a searing kiss. When they separate, they’re both breathing hard. “Go get the plugs,” Max breathes into Pierre’s mouth. Pierre nods and steps away.
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When Lewis gets home, the house is quiet. The TV is off, and he carries the groceries into the relatively clean kitchen. Max hadn’t attempted cooking today, obviously, and the lunch Pierre made for them was simple, only requiring a frying pan and one knife. Their plates are in the dishwasher. Lewis puts away what he absolutely needs to from the groceries and leaves the rest to deal with after he sets up Pierre and Max.
He’s slow on his way up the stairs. The door to the playroom is quiet when he opens it to reveal the absolutely beautiful sight that is Pierre and Max making out, their legs spread open, and jeweled plugs nestled between their cheeks, red for Pierre and blue for Max. One of them moans, and Lewis sighs. They jump apart, eyes snapping over to Lewis.
“Please, don’t stop on my account.” Lewis lets the door close behind him, and Max and Pierre resume kissing. Lewis walks over to Max first, checking the restraints around his ankles. They’re secure, but not tight. Pierre did a good job. Pierre, being the one to strap Max down, is unrestrained, but he’s in the same position as Max, so Lewis makes sure he’s similarly tied down, and then tugs gently on his plug. Pierre moans, pulling away from Max to look at Lewis. “Good job on the restraints, Pierre.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Both Pierre and Max’s lips are red and swollen; they’ve been kissing for a while, and Lewis resists the temptation to lean down and kiss them both.
“You were good, you followed directions very well. Good boys deserve rewards, no?” He gets two frantic nods in response. Lewis kisses Max first, ignoring Pierre’s sound of indignation. “I’m sure it’s because of you that you both got the message in the first place.” Max’s smile is the only answer he needs. He kisses him again, pulling on Max’s plug this time. Max arches into Lewis’ exploring hands, and Pierre’s are on Lewis’ back, trying to drag his attention away. When Lewis doesn’t turn around, Pierre whines.
“Sir–”
“Patience, Pierre,” Lewis says, turning to face him. Pierre pouts, so Lewis tugs lightly on his hair. “Is that how you want to play tonight? You’re not going to let me have my own fun?” Pierre opens his mouth, and Lewis takes the opportunity to slide two fingers into it. “Mmm, no.” Pierre curls his tongue around them, even as Lewis draws them out. Pierre’s frown returns.
Lewis pulls out two machines from the closet. Both Max and Pierre moan. “Please,” Pierre whines. Lewis sets them up in front of both men.
“Are you sure?” he asks, dragging his thumb across Pierre’s jaw, his other hand tweaking Max’s nipple. Pierre nods, and Lewis catches Max’s out of the corner of his eye. “Safewords?”
“Lemon.”
“Lime.”
They speak right after the other, first Max, then Pierre. “Good boys.” Lewis kisses both of them quickly, then gives them matching tugs on their plugs. Max just moans, but Pierre pushes his hips down. Lewis arches his eyebrow. “Pierre? Are you going to be good and take what I give you or are you going to be pushy and force me to punish you?” He teases the red jeweled plug around Pierre’s rim. Pierre whines, but doesn’t push his hips into it again.
“I can be good, Sir.”
“Good.” Lewis pulls the plug free and eases the head of the dildo on the machine into Pierre, making sure the rest of it is slicked up as well, but doesn’t turn the machine on. Pierre whimpers when he moves away, propping himself up on his elbows as Lewis makes his way in between him and Max again. Lewis pushes him back down. “So patient, Max,” he says, kissing Max messily, letting Pierre watch. He sets Max up the same way he set Pierre up and then steps back. Max and Pierre watch him intently and then let out synchronized moans when Lewis flicks the switches on both remotes at the same time and the dildos sink into them.
Lewis keeps the pace slow as he rounds the benches to stand by their heads. He brushes a hand each through their hair. “Let’s have a bit of a competition, hmm? Which one of you will come first?” He tugs on Pierre’s hair, and the Frenchman’s eyes flutter shut. “You can touch each other,” he whispers next to their ears, and their hands are reaching immediately for each other’s dicks. Lewis stands up. “You don’t want to be the one to break.” Lewis kisses Max deeply and then steps away.
Pierre and Max are on each other in the next breath, mouths clashing, hands jerking around their cocks. Max uses his free hand to pinch and pull at Pierre’s nipples, and Pierre bites down on Max’s lower lip in retaliation. Max’s thumb brushes over the tip of Pierre’s dick, and his hips buck up.
“Asshole,” Pierre gasps, then tangles his hands into the hair at the back of Max’s neck and pulls. Max actually whines, which pitches higher when Lewis ups the tempo of the machines. “Fuck,” Pierre hisses, glancing down at Max. He can’t see much, but what he does see makes him moan. The base of the dildo between Max’s spread legs pumps into him. It’s glistening. “Shit, Maxy, you take cock so well,” Pierre says into Max’s neck, the hot air of his breath causing a full body shiver for Max.
The two of them are so keyed up, and the threat of losing the competition hangs over both of them. Max turns so he’s semi lying on his side, and Pierre does the same. “You’re better at it, whore, you’d take two if Sir would let you.” He latches onto one of Pierre’s nipples with his mouth, and Pierre’s hand tightens slightly on his dick, but Max knows the moment that he’s won because Pierre’s eyes screw shut, and his toes curl. Lewis pushes them both down onto their backs, and then his hand wraps tightly around the base of Pierre’s dick. Pierre cries out as his pleasure is cut off, his cum dribbling out of him.
“Why– Sir?” he whines, tears of frustration pricking his eyes as his head falls back against the bench.
“I’m pretty sure I mentioned not wanting to be the one who came first,” Lewis says. He keeps the machines going, ignoring the way Pierre tries to squirm away from his on the bench. Lewis ducks down to take Max into his mouth, and Max is so close that that’s all it takes for him. Lewis pulls off after the first spasm of Max’s cock in his mouth, the rest of Max’s spend releasing onto his chest. He lets the machine fuck Max through his orgasm, then turns it off, leaving Max’s chest heaving. Pierre whines at the sound of a machine turning off and it not being his. Lewis stands next to his head, pulling his mouth open with his thumb.
Lewis leans over Pierre’s face, opening his own mouth and letting Max’s cum drip out of it and into Pierre’s. He kisses him after, making sure Pierre swallows everything. When he pulls away, Pierre keeps his mouth open. “Max,” Lewis says, “feed Pierre some more of your cum.”
Max’s breath hitches, and he swipes two fingers through the mess on his stomach, collecting it and shoving it into Pierre’s mouth. Pierre cleans them dutifully, and Lewis finally turns the pace of his machine down, but not off. Max watches as Pierre’s eyes go a little unfocused, but then Lewis’ attention is on him, his fingers walking down Max’s face.
“Can you go again?”
“Yes, Sir.” The dildo is still buried in his ass, and as it stirs to life again, Max moans and reaches for Lewis to pull him into a deep kiss. Lewis indulges him, and Max tastes himself on Lewis’ lips. Lewis pulls back, jerks Pierre’s dick once, and then steps toward the door.
“Have fun, boys, I’m going to go take care of the groceries and clean up the house.” He ups the speed on both machines, and Max whines loudly. The door shuts behind him, and Max and Pierre are alone in the room. They know there’s a camera in the corner of the room, with sound and picture, monitoring them and streaming directly to Lewis’ phone so if they want to stop, they can, and Lewis will be right there.
Pierre curls his fingers into Max’s hair, pulling him to his mouth. “Max, please, please , touch me.” His dick is standing to attention again, and Max smirks.
“Why should I?” The pace of his machine picks up, and he gasps, “Okay, okay, I’ll help you out.” He reaches for Pierre’s cock, but Pierre takes his hand and directs it to his chest instead.
“Here,” he says, and Max pinches his nipple hard. Pierre pushes his chest up, and his machine picks up too. “Oh, fuck,” he hisses, fisting his own dick, and then the machine stops mid thrust. Pierre lets go of his dick immediately, the message received, and the machine starts fucking him again, at a slower pace. Pierre tries to move his hips into the motion, but he can’t get any more leverage on it, and then Max flicks his nipple again, and Pierre’s attention is back on him.
“Come here,” Max pulls Pierre into him, and they kiss, putting on a show for Lewis, who increases the speed of their machines. They moan into each other’s mouths. Lewis watches from his phone, propped up against the utensil basket in their kitchen. He puts away Pierre’s granola and Max’s energy bars. The fridge gets reorganized so his vegan things are well separated from what Pierre likes to cook his meals with, and then he pours himself a glass of water.
With the groceries taken care of, he moves into the living room, and on the screen of his phone, Pierre tenses up for the second time, and Max is nice to him and lets him come. Like Lewis had with Max’s first orgasm, he lets the machine fuck Pierre through his, and when the last pulse of cum is released from his cock, he pauses the machine, halfway into Pierre. In the living room, he collects the playstation controls and returns them to the drawer in the console. He tidies the pillows crushed by Pierre and Max sitting on them, and he’s not looking at his phone, but he hears Max shout as he comes a second time, and then he starts Pierre’s machine up again, not giving Max a break.
“Merde,” Pierre curses when the dildo starts moving without warning. He reaches out for Max’s hand. Max whines when Pierre grabs him, still very sensitive, but Pierre’s dick stiffens up quickly as the machine picks up the pace. Max’s eyes haze over, but with his machine in tandem with Pierre’s the stimulation becomes pleasurable again soon. The dildo fucks into him, hitting his prostate repeatedly, but Max remains soft. The door opens, and Lewis steps in for barely a minute to drip more lube onto them and the fake cocks. Max blinks, and he’s gone. If it weren’t for the slide suddenly becoming easier, Max might have thought Lewis was never there.
Max closes his eyes, letting the machine run, and he drops Pierre’s hand. Pierre, who hasn’t come again, is so on edge that all he can do is clench his fists. He wants someone to touch him, anywhere, but Max is lost in his head, his eyes screwed shut, and Lewis is somewhere downstairs, making the house presentable for the dinner party they’re throwing the next day.
Max groans, when Pierre’s hand finds his dick, and he bats it away. It’s too much, and he can’t reach out to touch Pierre like Pierre clearly wants him to. It doesn’t matter, clearly, because in the next minute, Pierre is spurting all over his stomach again. The machine slows, but doesn’t stop, mirroring the first time, and Pierre swipes a hand through his own cum, licking it off and showing his clean fingers to Max. He swipes at Max’s chest too, and that nearly does it for Max, a jolt of arousal going straight to his dick, but he can’t take it, he can’t take coming again.
“Lemon,” Max gasps, all too overwhelmed, even though Lewis isn’t in the room. Pierre snaps his head over to him, and Max’s machine stops pistoning into him. They both hear Lewis rushing up the stairs over the mechanical whirr of Pierre’s machine and the wet sounds of the dildo entering him over and over again. Max blinks at him, mind a little clearer without the constant stimulation. “You’re not going to safeword?”
Pierre shakes his head, his eyes far too clear for how many times he’s come. “I can be good,” he moans loudly as the machine changes rhythm, “for Sir. I can wait until he wants to stop.”
Max’s mouth twitches, but he says nothing. He isn’t one to push himself to a point where he is uncomfortable, so Pierre’s egging doesn’t rile him up the way Pierre wants it to. Pierre’s eyes close against a thrust, his mouth falling open. His dick stirs, but doesn’t come back to attention yet.
The door opens, and Lewis hurries in. Pierre’s machine stops too, and he grunts in displeasure, lifting his head but letting it fall when Lewis focuses on Max. Max had safeworded, afterall. Lewis cups Max’s face gently. “You’re okay?”
Max nods. “Yes. Nothing’s wrong, I just wanted to stop. Too much.” His voice is hoarser than he thought it would be. Lewis moves to his waist, easing the dildo out of him. Max winces slightly when he’s empty, and Lewis gets the straps around his ankles undone quickly. He lowers Max’s legs slowly, rubbing at his thighs as he does so. He helps Max sit up, and then looks over to Pierre who’s been watching the entire thing.
“Do you want to stop, Pierre?” Max stretches out his legs, ignoring Pierre for the moment.
“No, Sir.”
Lewis hums, picking Max up. Max wraps his legs around his waist, even though he can probably walk just fine. “I’m not coming back until I’ve taken care of Max,” he dribbles just a little more lube over Pierre with one hand while supporting Max with the other. Max tucks his head into Lewis’ neck. “Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” Pierre says, and then Lewis turns around with Max in his arms. The whine from behind them as they exit the room tells Max that Lewis has flicked on Pierre’s machine again. Lewis closes the door but keeps his phone playing in his pocket, just in case Pierre does safeword and he has to stop the machine for him.
“Shower or bath?” he asks Max when they enter the bathroom. Max kind of wants a bath, but he knows that once Pierre is done, he won’t be able to stand and Lewis will have to get him into the bath because he’ll be unable to keep Pierre upright and clean him up, and Max doesn’t feel like getting wet again to help. Plus, Lewis doesn’t like it when his fingertips get all wrinkly in the bath, so Max’s decision is made for him.
“Shower,” he says, “but cuddles after.”
Lewis runs a finger down his nose. “Of course.” He puts Max down to turn on the shower, and when Max’s feet hit the heated tiles of their bathroom, he sighs, wiggling his toes. Lewis laughs, undressing quickly and stepping them both into the warm spray of the shower. He stands behind Max, who leans into him. He takes his time shampooing Max’s hair, then rinsing it out carefully. He cleans Max methodically, soaping up his hands and running them gently across Max’s thighs, ass, and groin. Max hisses slightly, but Lewis’ hands are soft, his lips pressing to Max’s shoulder.
Max leans back into him, only stepping away for Lewis to run the loofah across his shoulders. Lewis lets go of him cautiously, and when Max stays firm, he steps out of the shower. He nabs a towel from the heated rack and motions Max out of the shower as well, so he can wrap him up and dry him off. The towel is soft against Max’s skin, and Lewis pats the water off of him. He rubs another towel through Max’s hair. Lewis laughs when Max leans into it.
“Do you want to get dressed?” he asks into his ear. Max nods and turns to kiss Lewis briefly. He steps away, taking the clothes Lewis hands to him and puts them on quickly. Lewis leads them back into the bedroom. “Should we watch something while we cuddle?”
“Not a movie.”
“No?”
“Pierre–”
“He can take it.” Lewis walks his fingers up Max’s arm, then settles into the pillows on the bed and pulls Max into him in the same movement he turns on the TV.
“An episode of something. Not a movie.” Max stays firm. Lewis looks at him with wide eyes. Max is too easy. “Maybe two episodes.”
“Okay.” Lewis flicks through the options on Netflix, pausing momentarily on ‘Drive to Survive.’
“No,” Max says.
“Not even Pierre’s episode?” Lewis plays dirty. That episode is a favorite in the house, and Max has a hard time saying no.
“Without him? He’ll kill you.”
“We can even turn it up so he knows what he’s missing.”
Max wrestles the remote out of Lewis’ hands. He clicks on ‘La Casa De Papel,’ and whatever episode Pierre had been rewatching starts playing. Max barely reads the subtitles, and Lewis is far too distracted by tracing patterns into Max’s exposed skin and playing with the tempo of Pierre’s machine to pay any attention to the show. It doesn’t matter, they’ve both seen the episode too many times to count. Lewis connects his phone to airpods so he can hear Pierre, just in case, but so Max doesn’t have to listen to his whines and shouts. The episode ends, and another begins and they don’t move. Max starts to drift off, Lewis keeping him awake with small nudges. It’s for Pierre, because if Max falls asleep in Lewis’ arms, he won’t move until Max wakes up.
The end credits on the second episode start to roll, and Max blinks himself awake, pausing the show before the next episode can begin to play. He stretches his arms up, still drowsy. “He’s not going to safeword, you know.”
Lewis tucks his head into Max’s neck. His breath is hot, and Max shivers. “I know,” he places soft kisses across Max’s back, “how long should I leave him there?”
“As much as I love being in your arms, I’ve been here a while. He’s going to be desperate by now.”
Lewis lets Max maneuver himself off him before he stretches his legs out on the bed. “That’s how I like him. Less mouthy.” He kisses Max briefly. “You were so good today, so gorgeous.”
Max hums, tilting his head back. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. You know it too, don’t be greedy.”
Max pulls Lewis into a deep kiss that’s interrupted by a particularly loud whimper from down the hall. Lewis stiffens, and Max feels his dick chub up slightly against his leg. “You gonna take care of that?”
“Only if he wants.”
“He will. On the off chance that he doesn’t, and you’re still hard after you get done dealing with him, my hand is available.”
“I knew there was a reason I kept you around.” Lewis smiles, and Max bats him away. Pierre whimpers again.
“Go deal with the brat,” Max says, and Lewis stands. He leaves the bedroom while Max settles into the pillows. Pierre’s noises weren’t that noticeable in the bedroom, being behind a few doors and down the hallway, but as Lewis makes his way down the hall, it becomes clear that Pierre’s composure has completely slipped. Along with the louder whimpers that made their way to the bedroom, Lewis catches choked, high-pitched whines and hitches of breath when he pauses outside the closed playroom door.
Lewis opens the door, and Pierre is absolutely ruined. He’s lost control of his head, and he’s not pushing his hips back onto the dildo still pounding into him. Lewis notches it up once, and Pierre sobs, his fingers twitching. The sounds are obscene; Pierre is covered in his own cum. His head rolls to the side, and he catches sight of Lewis.
“Sir,” he pants, and Lewis is very hard, very fast. Pierre’s eyes are black and unfocused. Lewis ups the tempo again, and Pierre screws his eyes shut. His mouth falls open and his head tilts back. The noise that leaves his mouth is a single, keening whine. He’s unable to do anything else but push his head into the bench he’s lying on. “Sir,” he cries out, “please, please.”
Lewis slows the machine down, and Pierre blinks the tears out of his eyes. “What do you need? Do you want me to stop the machine?” He slows it down again. Pierre huffs, trying to push down against the dildo, but he can’t get his hips to move. “Speed it up?” Lewis notches the machine up twice in one flick, which makes Pierre gasp, arching off the bench, but he shakes his head. His hands grasp at air, fingers scrabbling for purchase against the sweat-slick surface of the padded bench. “What do you want?”
“Fuck me. Please.”
“You think you can take me? You think you can come one more time?”
“Please,” Pierre whines, “I need it.”
“I know you do.” Lewis slows the machine down gradually until it comes to a stop in Pierre. Lewis slicks himself up first before he takes the dildo out of Pierre. It’s more of a precaution than a necessity because Pierre is so open and wet that Lewis probably doesn’t need anything, really. He moves the machine out of the way, and enters Pierre in one quick thrust.
Pierre moans, Lewis’ dick hitting places in him the dildo couldn’t reach. “Fuck, you’re so open right now. It’s so easy to fuck into you.” He grips the leg rests to piston his hips into Pierre, even though Pierre wants him to touch him, anywhere.
“Sir.” Pierre flails his hand in the air, grasping at Lewis, who grins.
“Yeah, Pierre?” he fucks into him especially hard, twice. Pierre whimpers, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
“Please– I need– I want–” he manages to choke out fragments of sentences but can’t finish a complete thought. Lewis loves when Pierre is so pliant and needy beneath him. It makes him easier to deal with even when he’s incomprehensible. He puts his hands on Pierre’s hips, and Pierre narrows in on it. Lewis’ hands are warm, the dark ink on them drawing Pierre’s eyes to the way his fingers flex into his waist with every thrust.
Lewis changes his angle, and Pierre goes rigid underneath him, clenching around his cock. His eyes slam shut, and he toys his lip between his teeth. Lewis pushes his thumb into Pierre’s mouth, dragging his lip out of his teeth. “Don’t bite your lip.” His hips rabbit in short thrusts, and Pierre thrashes.
“Can you come for me?” Lewis takes Pierre’s hard cock in his hand, causing the other man to hiss at how sensitive it is. Pierre shakes his head. Lewis brushes his thumb over the slit. Pierre cants his hips up, choking on air. “You think you can come one more time?” Lewis stops moving.
“Yeah, yes, please, I can,” Pierre begs, “please don’t stop.” Lewis resumes his movement, stroking Pierre a few times before letting go. The room is filled with the wet sounds of Lewis pounding into Pierre without pause and Pierre’s broken, cut-off noises.
Lewis twists his hand around Pierre, and he tenses, his toes curling, his mouth open in a shout, but nothing comes out of his cock. He’s spent. He goes limp on the bench, and Lewis fucks into him with renewed vigor. He scratches at the dried cum on Pierre’s chest, and Pierre blinks at him, though his eyes remain hazy. “Please,” he trails off, not knowing what he’s asking for. Lewis is close; Pierre is tight around him despite the amount of time on the machine, and Lewis knows he can’t push him much farther. He starts to pull out, and Pierre grips his wrist. “Don’t.”
“No?” Lewis arches an eyebrow, but pushes back into Pierre. “Why not?”
“The mess.”
Lewis snorts. “You’re covered in your own cum, what’s my load to that?”
Pierre whines. “I want–” he trails off in a whine. Lewis knows what he wants, but he wants to hear it.
“Just tell me you’re a cumslut, baby, and I’ll give you what you need.”
“Please, Sir, I’m a cumslut, please, come in me, I need it, I–” Pierre’s begging is what sends Lewis over the edge, and he grinds his hips into Pierre’s, jerking in short thrusts as he fills him. Lewis groans when he pulls out of him, pushing the cum that leaks out of Pierre back in. Pierre twitches but stays quiet. Lewis releases his ankles, leaving his legs propped up for the moment. He stands by Pierre’s head, pushing his sweaty hair out of his eyes.
“You were so good for me today.” Lewis kisses Pierre’s forehead. Both of them hear the water in the bathroom turn on. Max is running a bath. “Let me know when you’re okay for me to move us out of here.” Pierre reaches up, not for anything in particular, so Lewis takes his hand in his own.
“Don’t leave.” Pierre looks down at himself, pink tinging his cheeks.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Lewis lowers the leg supports on the bench, to let Pierre’s legs come down slowly. He still winces. “Sore?”
“A little.” Pierre is supposed to host alongside Lewis and Max at the party they’re throwing, but he might not be able to walk. “Did you get what you wanted out of tonight?”
Lewis laughs lightly. “Yeah, Pear, I did.”
Pierre’s face brightens into a smile. “Good.” He tries to push himself up. It’s a cute effort, but his arms won’t support him.
“What are you doing?” Lewis helps Pierre sit, keeping an arm around his back.
Pierre looks at him, confused. “Going to the bath,” he says, trying to get off the bench. Lewis is able to stop him without any effort because Pierre has no energy to push against his solid arm.
“No, Pierre, you’re not walking. I don’t care if you think you can. I carried Max, I’m going to carry you.” Lewis picks Pierre up easily. He’s smaller than Max, but he’s too tired to help Lewis carry him, so he’s little more than dead weight. “Max is preparing a nice bath for us.” Lewis walks them into the bedroom, where Max is no longer snuggled in blankets. The bathroom door is open, and Lewis sees Max through it. Max stands from where he was testing the temperature, his eyes blowing wide when he sees the mess that Pierre is.
“Is Max joining us?” Pierre asks, not having caught sight of Max yet.
“No, I’m not,” Max says, walking toward them and brushing his lips over Pierre’s cheek. “I’m going to call for food because I can’t cook and neither of you want me burning down the kitchen.”
“No, we don’t,” Lewis answers for both himself and Pierre.
“The bath is ready.” Max leaves after another quick kiss, with Lewis this time, and Lewis gets Pierre into the bath with him with relative ease.
“Will you wash my hair?”
“Of course, Pierre.”
“And condition it?”
Lewis tries to hide his laughter. He’s not very successful because Pierre can feel it, since he’s lying against his chest. “Of course.”
“Okay, good.” Pierre leans his head back as Lewis pours some water over him. Lewis wouldn’t have spent the evening any other way, not when he can have Pierre still a mess between his legs and Max downstairs sorting their dinner. Lewis lets himself relax into the water.
“You’re okay?” he checks with Pierre once more.
“Yeah, I’m wonderful. It was perfect.” He’s right. Nothing could have been better.