Page 101 of Their Little Helper

As they got lost in their own world, I quickly stripped down and grabbed the condom and lube as silently as I could. Harley barely shifted as I climbed in behind him, but he let out another needy sigh as I curled up against his back.

It was enough of an invitation that I started kissing his neck and slowly let him get used to being touched and feeling my dick against his ass. Without Dally it would’ve taken longer for him to relax, but they’d been having their milk cuddles since the beginning of our relationship and Harley’s body immediately relaxed as soon as Dally wrapped his lips around our boy’s full nipples.

Suckling softly, it was clear Dally wasn’t rushing and it turned our boy into mush as he cuddled with his Daddy. When Harley was as close to subspace as I could let him get, I kissed down his neck and reached for the lube.

Teasing two slicked fingers around his tight entrance got another low moan from him, but it took the lightest pressure to slip one into him. I knew part of that was how relaxed he was at the moment, but I knew his earlier shower after our lazy morning also helped.

I didn’t want to lose the headspace he’d found, so I kept my kisses light and just used soft sounds as I slowly stretched his body. We didn’t have a timeline we were working on but I made sure to add a second finger before Dally was done with the first side.

It had Harley squirming, but soft kisses and his Daddy’s lips had him quickly rocking between us as he remembered how much he liked being penetrated. Once that hit him, his headspace shifted and need took over as the quiet submission faded to the background.

He let out low whimpers and moaned as I brushed the pads of my fingers against his prostate, shifting from stretching to heating things up. “I…Papa…”

Words.

It was generally a good sign for Harley because it meant he wanted something enough to work for it, so I continued kissing him as I teased his sensitive gland to send more fiery pleasure through him. “That’s right. I’m right here and so is your Daddy. We’ve got you.”

“It’s…” Clenching around me, he whined and rocked his hips faster, clearly needing more. “I…”

His wiggling tightened his leg and pulled Dally closer, rubbing their cocks against each other’s bodies judging by the moans it got from both of them. “Oh…”

It seemed like our boy loved getting stimulated from so many different places at once, and his Daddy realized that too. We both started moving in tandem, fucking him between us as we pushed his desire higher.

Harley seemed to love the way the pleasure surrounded him, but Dally’s finger doing a twirl in akeep goingkind of motion let me know that milk time was coming to an end. So while our boy was still distracted by his Daddy, I eased my fingers out of him and slipped on the condom as quickly as I could.

Wiping the lube down the length of my cock, I held the base as I snuggled against Harley’s back and kissed his neck again. When I pressed the head to his opening, he moaned and pushed back, opening himself up without thinking about it.

As the head slipped into him, I went slowly and gave him more kisses as he shivered and moaned. “That’s right. Such a good boy. You knew exactly what to do. I’m so proud of you.”

Doing it right seemed to be just as wonderful as the actual sensations themselves based on the sexy sounds he made and the wide smile that flashed over his face before his Daddy did something wonderfully distracting. “Oh…”

Whatever Dally had done had Harley clenching around me and pushing back as the sensations washed through him. “That’s…”

Very nice and a do-again judging by his reactions.

I’d have to figure out exactly what that was later, though, because my focus was completely on going slow and not letting Harley fuck himself on my cock too fast. We’d found out what would turn him into a wiggler like his Daddy and I wasn’t going to let him hurt himself.

That took more concentration than I’d expected, but by the time Dally was finished and kissing up Harley’s neck, my cock was buried deep inside our boy. He must’ve realized that when I went still because he let out a deep breath and gave a gentle rock. “I…I’m Daddy.”

“That’s right, baby.” Dally nuzzled against his face as he held Harley tight. “Tell Papa how good it feels.”

“It’s…” Harley’s eyes were a bit too wide but nothing in his reactions were negative. He just seemed surprised and it took a few seconds for his brain to catch up. “It didn’t hurt.”

“Because you’re a needy boy like your Daddy.” Dally’s grin got a giggle from Harley and the way it tightened muscles low inside him got moans from both of us. “You should see your Papa’s face, baby boy. He’s so turned on and all he wants is to make love to you. Do you want him to move? Do you want it to get even better?”

As Harley’s cheeks flushed and his head bobbed, I gently rocked in and out of him, going slow enough that Dally would’ve killed me. Our sweet boy loved it, though. His breath caught in his throat and his eyelids drooped as he finally moaned out his pleasure and clenched around me again. “I…that’s so good…oh, Papa…that’s…you’re inside me.”

I wasn’t sure if it was the way I was moving or whatever was going through his head, but Harley relaxed into the pleasure again and it was like milk cuddle time on steroids. He melted between us and the only tension in him was his arms as he held Dally tightly against his chest. “Daddy…”

Dally smiled, nuzzling against his neck as I kept up the careful pace and let the pleasure build. “Yes, I knew you were going to love having your Papa make love to you. That’s right. Relax and just let us take good care of you.”

That seemed to be an order Harley loved obeying because as we moved against him, Dally clearly playing with his cock, Harley went back to his almost-floating headspace. He wasn’t a chatterbox like his Daddy, demanding more or for me to go faster. He sighed and moaned and did his best to keep both of us tight against him as he soared higher and higher.

But I could feel when he reached that glorious peak and I knew it was time to send him over. So I shifted, nailing his prostate with every thrust and finally went faster, throwing him over the edge as he cried out and his entire body went stiff as his orgasm fired through him.

When we’d followed him over the edge and he was boneless, wearing a soft, sleepy half-smile, I carefully eased out of him and kissed the back of his neck. “One second and I’ll be right back. Daddy’s going to cuddle you while I get you cleaned up.”

And me.

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