Page 23 of Kylan

“I love you,” I mouthed.

His smile widened and he tightened his arm around Kylan. “Love you too,” he murmured.

I put my arm over Kylan’s waist, my hand on Marek’s arm, relishing the touch of my two men, and closed my eyes.

Content and happy in ways I couldn’t begin to describe, and a peaceful sleep came way too easily.

I woketo Marek and Kylan standing beside Marek’s side of the bed. “Whassup?” I croaked, no clue what was wrong or what time it was. It didn’t look too light outside yet. “What’s wrong?”

Marek held up the covers. “Nothing. I just caught this little one in the shower.”

Kylan giggled as he scampered into the bed. He came right over to me, wiggling and happy. He was shower-warm and smelled fresh. I kept my hand on his hip to keep him from wiggling against my cock.

Sleeping next to him while he was wearing that cute little nightie and brief set had been the very best torture.

Normally we’d fall asleep all fucked out. Sometimes my balls were so drained I couldn’t have gone another round in the morning if I’d wanted to.

But last night? There’d been no release. Hell, it’d been three days since my last orgasm. My cock was more than awake and eager now...

“What were you doing in the shower, princess?” I asked, though I was confident I knew exactly what he was doing... At least I hoped I was right.

“I was making sure I was ready for you, daddy,” he said, his big eyes bright and innocent.

Oh, hell yes.

My balls drew down, my cock pulsing in response. “Is that right, boy?”

He nodded. “I slept so well that I woke up early, and I know you both have to go to work this morning, so I wanted to make sure you went to work happy.”

“I heard the shower,” Marek said. “He was just finishing up when I went in.”

Kylan looked back at Marek. “You said I did a good job.”

“Very thorough,” Marek replied.

I chuckled and Kylan beamed up at me. He loved praise, and he loved to make us proud. He was so radiant when he was well cared for. “I know tonight’s technically my night,” Kylan said, “but I really want to make you happy, daddy. As happy as you make me.”

I put my hand to his cheek, thumbing his lip. “Is that right, princess? How happy is that?”

He nodded eagerly. “So happy,” he breathed. His chest rose and fell, his eyes got bigger. “Please, daddy.” He ran his hand over my chest and wiggled in closer, determined to feel my cock. “I’m ready for you, daddy. I need it. I need you both.”

Christ.

“You need it, huh?”

He nodded again, though there was urgency in his eyes, in his tone. “Need my daddies so bad. Take turns with me. Do what you want with me, daddy. Anything. Please.”

I grunted.

Those were dangerous fucking words.

“Need daddy’s cock,” Kylan whimpered. “Need daddy’s come.”

I shot up, and pinning Kylan face down on the bed, I straddled his small hips. Marek handed me the lube and leaned against the headboard to watch.

To wait for his turn.

“He’s a needy boy today,” I said, sliding Kylan’s nightie up so I could peel his panties down, revealing his pale cheeks. “Look at this perfect little arse.”

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