Page 19 of Their Little Helper

“Let’s do a recap before we move on.” Looking very lawyer-like, Papa sat straighter and smoothed the front of his shirt. “We’re all dating as what I think is called a closed triad. No other additional partners or dates.”

When we both nodded, he looked pleased and continued with his helpful breakdown. “I can claim possession of both of you, but Dally and I will renegotiate how that looks for us at some point. We’re going to have our first date tomorrow, which will be lunch at the deli by the science museum. At…let’s say one o’clock?”

Another round of nods with Dally mumbling something about a snack had Santos looking very businesslike even though it was the weirdest meeting I could think of.

“Dally is a switch. I am a Dom who will learn what my role as Papa will entail. Harley is a little.” Santos said that so easily, it took me a second to realize we hadn’t talked much about that part. “Dally seems to be an enthusiastic bottom. I mostly top but I will bottom occasionally. Harley will share that information when he’s ready.”

That didn’t seem to be a dealbreaker either way and he quickly moved on to the next topic, which was nice and weird at the same time. “We haven’t exchanged contact information yet but we will do so before separating. Is that an accurate summary so far?”

“Yes.” Dally sat straighter and took it just as seriously. “I’m going to add that we’ve established that romance and physical affection will be amongst all three of us, but we are going to workon limits to expound on what that looks like. For now, however, kissing and lap sitting where appropriate will be acceptable?”

Yes.

Oh.

I nodded and did my best to look comfortable with the whole discussion…I wasn’t comfortable…but I figured faking it until I got to that point was the best way to handle it without having to actually explain that I didn’t know what I was doing or if I liked topping or bottoming.

Yes…one thing at a time.

6

SANTOS

Overwhelmed but consenting was how I thought Harley was feeling, but I wasn’t sure how to make sure of that without coming across as an obsessive worrier.

Fuck it all.

“Do you think we need to come up with a color for our boy that reflects feeling overwhelmed?” My question got a thinking hum from Dally but a blush from Harley so I knew I was right on the money.

He couldn’t quite get words out but he pointed to the green line on Dally’s shirt.

“Possibly.” Dally gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “He responded well to your recap and is still hard, though, so overwhelmed doesn’t seem to have negative connotations at this point.”

That was good to know.

“What’s the best way to ask if texting would be an easier form of communication for him?” Yes, I was making Harley squirmbut that just made Dally wiggle and that seemed to make Harley squirm again…so they were fun to watch.

Harley gave me a little glare that said he was wondering what the fuck I was doing, which I loved because it showed he wasn’t too lost. But Dally’s ass was back to doing amazing things to Harley’s dick as he pretended to be thoughtful, so it was definitely hard for him to concentrate.

Dally tapped his chin as he gave what might’ve been a thoughtful professor expression. “I think that’s going to be a lot easier for him, yes. But what do you think about setting up a group text message to start as well as the private ones we’ll all end up having?”

As Harley nodded, Dally decided to drive us crazy again. “Do you think we need rules like no sexting in the group chat or will we be flexible about that?”

Harley was back to being an adorable pink color, but he didn’t give much of a hint about what he wanted as his gaze darted back and forth between us.

So I shrugged and answered without fucking with either of them. “I’m flexible, but my first instinct is to say we keep that one free of sexual shenanigans besides flirting. We don’t want to lose actual plans because you got creative about how you were going to use him.”

I could see that being a distinct possibility, but as Dally sighed in defeat, Harley cocked his head like he hadn’t thought of that being a problem.

“And it might be hard to figure out which one of you I was sexting.” Frowning, Dally nodded. “Yes, sexting in private texts and generic teasing and flirting in the group.”

He was going to sext withme?

There was no way to ask that where I didn’t come out sounding like a confused teenager, so I pushed that thought to the back of my head. “That sounds fine, but we’re all going to remember that safewords work in a digital environment as well.”

When we both looked at Harley, he sighed and touched green. He was actually frustrated with us enough that he found his words again. “I’m overwhelmed, yes, but not too much.”

Taking a deep breath, he seemed to be doing his best to sound relaxed and confident. “I just haven’t dated like this.”

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