Page 69 of Yours to Break

Oliver hummed happily around the dick filling his mouth, the vibrations causing Hudson’s thighs to tremble. He gripped Oliver’s hair with both hands, pushing him down until his nose was pressed against his groin. Tears leaked from Oliver’s eyes, but the rest of his face was peaceful.

He gagged, the sensation pulling Hudson’s orgasm suddenly from him. He held Oliver’s head down until he was finished releasing down his throat.

When Oliver pulled off, he wore a fucked-out expression.

“Good morning, Oliver,” Hudson said, using his rough thumb to collect a drop of cum from Oliver’s swollen lips. He pushed his thumb into Oliver’s mouth, moaning lowly when Oliver’s cheeks hollowed to suck the digit. “Perfect as always. Now, is your belly too full with our cum for breakfast or would you like me to make you something?”

“Yes, breakfast, please,” he said sweetly.

* * *

Later, as we sat cuddled up together on the couch, Oliver brought up the reward we’d offered him weeks ago.

“It’s been weeks since then, baby,” Hudson reasoned, an amused grin on his face as he watched Oliver stumble through bringing it up.

Oliver pouted, “But you said you’d never take it away, remember?”

I laughed, “Yeah, we did say that, Hudson.”

“See!” Oliver stuck his tongue out at my brother.

Hudson chuckled, “Okay, okay. What did you want your reward to be?”

Oliver hesitated, looking unsure. Just as I was about to reassure him that he could ask us for anything, he exhaled and avoided our eyes. “I want to go somewhere.”

“Like where, sweetheart?” I questioned, intrigued.

“Maybe…” Oliver hesitated again, biting his cheek. “Maybe… Europe? Like as a vacation?”

I felt Hudson shift beside me, his teasing grin fading into something quieter, more thoughtful, and affectionate. We hadn’t expected that, but I loved the idea of his reward being something so domestic and focused on us spending quality time together.

“Europe, huh?” Hudson said gently, his voice a little more careful now.

Oliver nodded, still not looking at either of us. “I just… I think it’d be nice. Just for a little while. Somewhere warm. Somewhere different.”

I reached out and took his hand, threading our fingers together. “We can do that. Of course, we can do that.”

Hudson smiled as he leaned in and bumped his shoulder against Oliver’s. “Is this one of those subtle ways you’re telling us you want to run around in linen shirts and drink wine on rooftops?”

Oliver’s lip twitched. “Maybe.”

“We’re gonna be so annoying in matching sunglasses,” I teased, giving him a short, sweet kiss. “And I’m absolutely dragging you through every old cathedral we pass.”

He let out a small laugh, finally looking at me. “I don’t care what we do. I just… want to be there with you guys.”

Hudson melted, reaching out and running his fingers through Oliver’s hair. “You should’ve asked sooner, baby. We’ll book it tomorrow.”

I nodded. “Anywhere you want. Lisbon, Barcelona, Rome, Amsterdam. All of them. You say the word.”

Oliver smiled, small and a little shy, like he couldn’t quite believe it. “Okay,” he said, blushing. “Then that’s what I want.”

And just like that, the reward became something so much more.

Oliver looked so small curled between us, like he hadn’t quite meant to ask for something so big, even though it wasn’t big to us. Not really. A plane ride, a hotel, some time off. That was nothing compared to what we were willing to give him. If he wanted the world, we’d find a way to wrap it up for him in tissue paper and ribbon.

I squeezed his hand tighter and tilted my head until he had to look at me. “Hey, pet. Look at me. Good boy. You know you can always ask us for anything, right?”

“I’m not—” he started, then trailed off. “I just didn’t want to ask for too much.”

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