Page 21 of Their Little Helper

As Harley snickered, I shrugged and kept a straight face. “It would take one quick text in the morning to ask. I don’t think that’s too controlling. It’s just controlling enough.”

Dally giggled, getting another happy sound from Harley. “See? I told you.”

Huffing, I played along. “Never mind tiny little things like that. You’ve already made a lot of decisions and explained what you wanted. You had an opinion about our date tomorrow, so you let us know how that looked. You’ve been very clear about where you’re at in terms of color. You’ve even let us know when you were confused and needed help. You’ve done amazing.”

“You really have, and that is the level of decision-making we need, nothing more than that unless you want to.” Dally gave our boy another cheek kiss. “You made sure we knew you wantedto date both of us and we know you’re a sub and you’re a little. We’re not assuming you’re a Dom or a control freak just because you’re big and sexy.”

Harley’s blush was adorable, but I was glad when his stress started coming down and the little side retreated slightly. “I don’t want to offend anyone and…and I just don’t know what to say.”

Since the not offending anyone part seemed like one of his biggest worries, I addressed that first. “Did it offend you when I said I wasn’t into casual sex?”

Harley shook his head without hesitating. “No, Papa.”

“I’m glad, but I want you to remember that. It won’t offend me if you give me your limits. I want to know those. Ineedto know those.” They weren’t a bad thing but people had clearly told him otherwise.

“And how far you want to go with kissing or touching or watching something are all important limits.” Dally ran his hand up Harley’s chest, gently caressing over his nipples. “We like knowing where the lines are so we can color within them.”

I wasn’t jealous.

No.

I was however wondering how quickly we could get a larger couch to cuddle in.

“When it comes to limits…you can color outside the lines on paper.” Our cute overthinker might start worrying about that if we weren’t careful, but my clarification got a smile from him. “We can have fun with you no matter what limits you set.”

Harley wasn’t the type to set ridiculous ones that changed every five minutes just to see if he was important enough for us to keep jumping around.

“I…I’ve never had to figure out my limits.” Harley’s gaze bounced back and forth between us, but he wasn’t looking as tense as he had been before. “I want to figure them out and I’ve always wanted a Daddy…and a Papa…but I…being nervous makes me little.”

Which had probably confused some of his dates.

Dally shrugged. “Then we’ll play innocent games if you’re little and naughty games if you’re big. Having two partners means I can drag your Papa for a quickie in the bathroom if you’re little and taking a nap.”

His logic had me rolling my eyes. “The bathroom? Really?”

Dally shrugged. “My apartment is tiny.”

Harley giggled. “Mine too but you can use my kitchen. The table is sturdy. I can sit on it and not break it.”

Then the damned thing had to be nearly indestructible.

“That’s good to know.” Dally’s smile said he thought the information was invaluable. “Good boy for sharing that. Practical knowledge is very helpful.”

Blushing again, our boy smiled. “You’re welcome.”

Since it looked like we’d be hanging out at my place more than theirs, I shifted plans around in my head. “We’ll figure out good options no matter where we’re at, but for the time being, would you both like to come back to my place?”

When I had both their attention and Harley turned his wide eyes to me, I nodded toward the front of the building. “I live down the street. I will respect limits and we will not go as far as Dally clearly would like, but we can cuddle and get your Daddy the attention and orgasm he seems to need.”

He was vibrating with desire, so it felt more like need than want.

Dally sighed, slouching against Harley like he’d fainted. “That would be lovely…incredible.”

I hoped he was done when he took another breath, but he just needed more air to sigh again. “Wonderful…delightful.”

Harley giggled. “I don’t think I have to make sure you need privacy for that part.”

No.

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