Page 9 of Kylan

I grinned at him. “I’m good at a lot of things.”

“I bet you are,” he murmured, nudging me with his elbow. “Taking two daddies at once. You know, that’s something I’ve never done.”

“What? Had a threesome?”

“Well, threesome, sure. But never a DP.”

I frowned at him, unsure of just how much I could divulge. Surely saying what I had and hadn’t done during sex without mentioning any names or details wasn’t in breach of anything...

“Neither have I,” I said.

His gaze shot to mine, excitement lighting up his whole face. “Oh my god, is that anactualdetail?” Then he stopped. “Wait. What do you mean you’ve never had a DP? You have two daddies. Do you mean to tell me you’ve been their boy toy for months and you’ve never had both their dicks in you at the same time?”

I didn’t need to answer that because I technically already had.

Fitch deflated. “I don’t know if I’m sad or disappointed.”

I snorted. “The fact you feel anything about my sex life is both sad and disappointing.”

He shoved me. “Oh, shut up. You never give details. Ever. So this little snippet of news is a big deal for me.”

I sighed and pressed Play on Fitch’s video.

The opening shot was of the bed and Fitch stepping into view. He wore small underwear... no, not just underwear, but dinosaur underwear and a crop top that barely covered his nipples.

“Dinosaurs? Really?”

He nodded as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “Stegosauruses. Dom bought them for me.”

I smiled at that.

“I don’t know if I would enjoy a DP,” he volunteered. “I’d only want it if it was Dominic anyway, so unless he has a clone, it’s a moot point. Not that I could fit two of Dominic’s dicks in me anyway. One is big enough. And it’s never gonna happen with someone else, so...”

I watched on-screen as he knelt on the bed, side view to the camera, and rested on his haunches. No face visible, no details. The angle looked good. He then took his prostate wand and slicked it up with lube.

“Daddy likes it when I’m ready for him,” on-screen Fitch said.

“So when you’re with your two daddies,” beside-me Fitch said. “They don’t fuck you at the same time?”

“You could get a silicone mould of his dick,” I suggested. “Then you’d technically have two of his dicks to fuck you.”

He raised an eyebrow at me. “That’s a good idea. Still not sold on the DP, but if I could keep it here and use it on the nights I don’t see him...” He grinned. “That’s a great idea, Ky. I’m gonna ask him.”

I snorted. Because of course he would.

On-screen Fitch raised up on his knees a little, moved his underwear to one side and slipped the lubed-up wand into his arse. “Oh, daddy,” he murmured on-screen.

“Is that too much?” he asked beside me.

“People are gonna love this,” I admitted.

We watched as he rocked up and down a little, working the wand all the way in. The skin on his thighs had goosebumps, his hands caressed his tummy, his nipples.

“They take turns,” I admitted, answering his earlier question. I made sure not to look at him, keeping my eyes on the screen. “They don’t fuck me at the same time. Maybe one will hold me, wrap me up in their arms so I can’t move while the other one fucks me. Then they take turns.”

I could feel Fitch staring at me. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

Hell yes, it was.

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