Page 22 of Kylan

Marek slid his arm around Kylan’s tiny waist. “The salmon’s almost done. Is that okay with you, darling?”

Kylan nodded. “Very. Can I do anything to help?”

Marek kissed his temple. “No. We are looking after you tonight. Anything you want, just name it.”

Kylan’s wide eyes went to Marek, then to me. “Anything?”

I groaned again, and this time Kylan frowned. But Marek laughed and gave him a squeeze. “I think daddy’s torturing himself over there,” Marek said with a fond smile in my direction. “He said no sex tonight, but then you came down wearing this, looking just delicious.”

Kylan’s cheeks flushed and he melted into Marek a little, but he gave me his big puppy eyes. “No sex tonight? Did I... am I in trouble?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle as I went to him, lifted his chin, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “No, princess. Of course not. I just thought a night of cuddles in bed, maybe a movie, might be what you need tonight.”

He looked adorably sad for half a second before he nodded. “It does sound nice.” Then he looked down athis pretty pyjamas. “Should I change into something else?”

I lightly tapped my finger to his nose. “Don’t change a thing.”

“Okay, dinner’s served,” Marek said, the expertly cooked salmon now on our plates on the table. He pulled out Kylan’s chair. “Come take a seat, sweetheart. Can I get you anything else?”

Kylan sat down eloquently and waited for us to sit, Marek to his right, me to his left at the head of the table. “No thank you, daddy,” he said, looking at Marek as if he hung the moon. “I have everything I need right here.”

The way Marek looked at him, then at me, smiling and proud... made my heart so fucking happy.

These two made me so happy.

Could I have both of them in my bed and not indulge a little?

I was going to have to.

Surely, I could control myself for one night. Surely.

Even after Kylan helped clean up after dinner, poking his pert little arse out more than he had to, showing off his half-hard boy-dick in those too-small panties.

It was a measure of self-control for me. Marek, on the other hand, seemed to find it funny, the way Kylan teased and how I had to close my eyes and count to ten several times.

Getting into bed with aching balls was not helping either. Kylan snuggling in between us, propped up on the pillows against the headboard so he could watch TV.

How he smiled so genuinely, so innocently, it tempered my fires a little.

He did need this. Nothing but reassurance and protection to feel safe and happy.

So while my sexual fire was unlit, my heart burned more than enough to sustain me. This was, perhaps, the daddiest thing we’d ever done with him, for him.

“Are you happy now, boy?” I asked him.

He nodded earnestly. “Oh yes, daddy,” he whispered, snuggling down the bed a little. “Between you both is where I’m happiest.”

“Are you sleepy?” Marek asked gently.

Kylan nodded. “Yes, daddy.”

He opened his arms for him and Kylan snuggled in, his head on Marek’s chest.

I leaned over and kissed Marek’s cheek, then Kylan’s head. “Sweet dreams.”

I turned the TV off and settled down, just to lie there and watch them. These perfect two. The way Kylan fit so perfectly against him, the way Marek held him, and the way he smiled at me over the top of Kylan’s head.

Even in the dark, as Kylan slept, I could make out Marek’s face; his moustache, his eyes looking right back at me, his soft smile.

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