Page 20 of Their Little Helper

Something in his careful tone said he hadn’t done a lot…but it wasn’t the time to corner him on that yet. “I haven’t either.”

There wasn’t anything weak about admitting I’d never had to deal with someone like Dally before, and I couldn’t help glaring at him. “But I’m finding it interesting so far.”

Dally shrugged and flashed us a grin. “I like keeping an open mind, but I’ve never dated this combination before.”

He made it sound like we were some kind of dice roll he hadn’t run into before. Even Harley smiled at the way he phrased it, but I wanted to make sure our boy was feeling okay. “There’s nothing wrong with asking questions. There’s nothing wrong with admitting we haven’t done something before. There’s nothing wrong with asking for what we need.”

Harley nodded, letting out a slow breath he seemed to think was subtle, but Dally curled into his chest and aimed his nonsense at me. “What do you need right now?”

More patience.

I needed an answer that wouldn’t offend anyone, though, so I thought about it. “Privacy. More physical contact. To get to know both of you a bit better.”

It wasn’t an exhaustive list but it was honest and they were my top issues at the moment. But I wasn’t the only one who might have needs. “What do you need, Dally?”

It was a dangerous question but it had to be asked since I’d started it.

“Oh.” His thoughtful expression was back but he actually seemed to be thinking because he started absentmindedly petting Harley’s chest. “Would an orgasm be out of the question? It probably is considering we haven’t had an official first date yet, but I just want to rub myself all over our boy as you do something wicked to me.”

Harley was the color of a tomato, but his shy smile and slightly awed expression said he didn’t mind his Daddy’s honesty.

“As long as everyone realizes I don’t do casual sex, I’m not opposed to making sure you both get to come.” I wasn’t sure how it would come together, but neither of them were giving offdon’t touch mevibes. “But we’ve established possession and the intent to date, so we’re not casual.”

Why people wanted to sleep with strangers was beyond me.

Dally blinked. “Really?”

Before I could figure out a good response to that, or even what he was asking, he poked Harley’s chest. “Your Papa is more flexible than I thought. What do you need, baby?”

I was wondering what he’d be able to articulate, but his Daddy and I were both patient as our boy mulled it over…and worked on his ability to respond with words.

Just pointing to green wasn’t going to work unless we reworded the sentence.

“I…I don’t want to go too far until we’ve gotten to know each other better.” Harley’s voice was more confident than I expected, but I wasn’t sure how much was real and how much was bravado. “But…but I’d like to make sure we’re…we’re all good together?”

Blinking a few times, he seemed to realize what he said shortly after the words came out. “Is that rude? Am I not supposed to worry about that? What if…what if I don’t stay big? It’s…it’s been a long week…a long month really. I’m sorry. I just don’t know what’s going to happen.”

And that was making his brain fill in the possible blanks at a frantic pace.

Luckily, his Daddy was there with a kiss and a cuddle. “Hey, baby. It’s okay.”

Hugging Harley tight, Dally snuggled against him and wiggled. “I need hugs.”

Hmm, Harley didn’t always know where to put his hands…okay…how much experience did he have?

“I like hugs too, Daddy.” His quiet, almost whisper, made me think being little was easier than being big when his stress hit a tipping point. “I don’t know what to do.”

“That’s why you have two Doms who love making decisions.” Dally’s logic was fascinating. “If you knew what to do all the timewe’d drive you insane. One of us needs to be laidback and it looks like you’re it, so thank you for that.”

He had a point…not that I was going to admit that.

“I…” Harley let out a long breath as he hugged his Daddy, big arms wrapping the crazy man tight. “A lot of the time dates ask me to make decisions…like, all of them.”

Oh.

No.

Dally shook his head. “No, baby. We’ll ask you to pick between choices or where your limits are, but if you don’t know, we’ll make the decision. Your Papa seems like the type to really enjoy taking control. I think we’re going to have to be careful we don’t let him make too many decisions or he’ll want to pick out everyone’s underwear when we get dressed in the morning.”

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