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If I even want it at all?

“Of course I do!” I whispered. “I will take whatever you give me.”

“No, not whatever we give you,” Marek said softly. “Sweet boy, you don’t settle for anyone. Not even for us. You need to tell us what you want, what you need. As an equal. Not as an outsider, not as someone we invited in on occasion. Not anymore. You’re one of us... if you decide it’s what you want. No contract, no obligations, no anything. A relationship, a triangle, if you will, with three equal sides.”

I looked up at him, then at Leon. “Really?”

Leon nodded. “Yes, b?—”

Boy.

He was just about to call me boy.

Then there was that whole side of us.

Oh god.

“Am I still your boy?” I asked, my voice small. “Does it still include that? Are you still my daddies?”

Ah, shit.

Panic began to rise again . . .

“Because I don’t know if I want this if you’re not still my daddies. I want to be your boy. I need that—” Tears choked me up. “My skirts. My pretty... I need to feel pretty.”

Marek took my face in his hands. “Oh, my darling boy,” he murmured. “Whatever you want.”

“Don’t you want it too?” I asked. “Don’t you need a boy as well?”

Leon let out a quiet, tormented sound. “Oh yes. We would be very happy with that.”

“But do you need it? You keep saying what I want, what I need. What about you?”

“I need it,” Leon said, his voice deep, rough. “I want it and I need it. If you’re happy to continue that, then yes.”

“I am,” I said quickly. “I need it. You know I do.”

Leon pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “These are the things we need to talk about.”

I nodded in agreement. “Okay.”

“And your payments,” Marek said.

My gaze shot to his. “Oh. Of course. Yeah, I don’t expect that... I mean, if this is a relationship...” Of course they wouldn’t continue to pay me if this was an actual relationship. Of course... “I don’t need the money,” I added quickly. “We’re setting up the Only Fans and I’ll need to make some more videos. I think Fitch wants to launch it soon, so we should start to see some money. Hopefully.”

Marek smiled. “Good. That’s fine with me. But there’s no reason why you can’t be our sugar baby. No more street work. The videos are fine. Solo work is more than fine. I hope you make serious money, but...”

“But?”

Oh god.Therewas a but.

“But we have enough money to support you,” Marek said.

“For whatever you want,” Leon added. “University? Law school? You’re smart enough to make it happen, Ky. We’ll support you in whatever you want.”

Oh my god.

“Sugar daddies?” I said incredulously.

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