Page 25 of Their Little Helper

Harley was still slightly strawberry looking but he nodded. “And…and me just a tiny bit dehydrated.”

Our boy had never been drained bone dry, so it was a good idea to go slow…but his Papa found that to be very erotic.

Did Harley know that?

Hmm…his color did not give that impression, so I leaned over and whispered the information. “He likes like that. Like, possessive and imagining doing dirty things to you likes that. So don’t worry about the lack of first-hand knowledge part.”

Well, he looked like a big sexy plum, but his Papa nodded. “Yes. Your Daddy has no tact whatsoever but he isn’t wrong in this case.”

I was never wrong but no one liked to admit it.

“Tact does not get me what I want.” People just weren’t that smart sometimes. “It also doesn’t allow me to easily fix other people’s problems. If I have to be tactful, everything takes twice as long. So I’d rather help more people and make some of them squirm.”

The fact that it was also fun was a bonus.

“I…” Harley took a breath and swallowed hard. “I…”

Hmm.

I picked up one of his hands and moved it toward my shirt where he quickly touched a green line. “Good boy.”

Giving him a quick peck on the cheek, I reached up and ran my hand over his head as I smiled. “Your Papa wanted cuddles. How about we sit down?”

Then he wouldn’t have to make too many decisions.

Harley nodded enthusiastically but went still as Pokey came up to stand beside us. He was clearly in awe of his Papa and hadn’t gotten comfortable with him yet, but I could see the desire in both of them. I was going to step in and be helpful but Pokey decided to move at a faster speed. “Can I wrap my arms around you?”

Harley nodded but was still very quiet when he touched the green line again. Pokey was smart enough to smile and praise our shy sub, though. “That’s right. You’re a very good boy.”

Oh, our boy liked that.

He was a pink color, which seemed much safer for his blood pressure as his Papa inched closer and wrapped his arms around both of us.

So I huffed.

“I didn’t get a consent question.”

Pokey rolled his eyes. “Your goal is to writhe on top of Harley and orgasm while I do something to you. You made that very clear. Would you prefer that I get out my limits lists for you to fill out? It would be the safest way to have our first scene.”

Ugh.

“You don’t always have to try to one up me. I’m making sure Harley knows that I can verbalize what I want and that there are many different ways to play.” Santos really should already know that.

So as he sighed, I smiled at our boy. “Your Papa needs to learn manners.”

“With my hand on your Daddy’s ass.” Grumbling something about drama queens that was probably a dig at himself, Santos finally took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Once we’re at that point. Not now. We’re equal with the understanding that he wants to bottom.”

“Thank you for remembering that.” And for acknowledging his drama llama status, but that didn’t seem like it had to be pointed out. He’d just get more dramatic again. “Prostates are much more fun than some people are willing to admit.”

Oh.

“We’ll come back to the different ways you’ve explored yours once you’re ready for that discussion, baby.” I gave our pink cutie another cheek kiss. “For the time being, you just need to make sure you use your safewords if necessary.”

“Stop saying things that will fuck with his blood pressure.” Santos kissed Harley’s head. “He’s going to have a stroke before you get to come.”

“That would be tragic.” For a variety of reasons. “He’s nervous but he wants to know how much we desire him.”

That was obvious.

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