Page 26 of Their Little Helper

“So tell him.” Santos just blinked at me. “For goodness’ sake. Tell him how much you can’t wait to use his body and fuck him. He needs to feel desired.”

And they clearly needed me…it definitely wasn’t difficult to see why they needed a third and would never have worked without me.

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HARLEY

He.

I.

Papa.

Wow.

“I’m not going to use words like fuck around Harley. He’s sweet. I’ll fuck you and I’ll make love to him when he’s ready.” Papa’s tone made it sound like he thought that was obvious and imagining him sayingduhto Daddy had my head clearing.

It’d be funny.

“You can do both. Sweet doesn’t mean just love making.” Daddy was definitely ready to sayduhto Papa based on how he was rolling his eyes. “Just because he can’t ask for it yet doesn’t mean he doesn’t want it.”

Were they really arguing over how to…do that with me?

To me?

It was hard to tell, but I’d be okay with it either way.

“He doesn’t have much experience with either, so we’re going to start with love making and then give him a chance to explore different types of sexual situations.” Papa was stroking my back but glaring at Daddy. It was kind of confusing but I liked being cuddled.

“Unless he’s lived in a convent or cult, he’s got a computer and has an idea about what he wants.” Daddy made those options sound so reasonable I wanted to ask where he’d grown up, but he kept lecturing Papa before I decided if I could verbalize my questions. “We need to take his desires into consideration. What if he wants to be fucked?”

I’d kind of thought the difference between those two things were only in fiction but they clearly didn’t think that.

Was one rougher than the other?

Harder?

I knew porn and romance novels were fantasy, but the closest I’d come to the real thing had been awkward and weird. Neither of the options they were discussing matched what I could relate to. So I stayed quiet and let them figure it out.

Judging by the way Daddy had wiggled on me and how Papa made my body flash hot and how neither of them expected me to be in control, I was going to like it no matter what they decided to do.

We just weren’t going to do much to me.

Daddy on the other hand seemed to be deliberately being a pain in the butt, which I was guessing meant he needed more attention than he was getting.

Naughty attention.

Papa seemed like thedon’t reward bad behaviortype, though.

But if he couldn’t punish Daddy for being a brat, what would they do?

Hmm…nothing good.

“Papa?” Yes. Words. I could get out simple words not related to sex. “Can I have my juice?”

Relief rushed through me when they stopped poking at each other and turned to me, but it also made me the center of attention again which made me slightly lightheaded. It was better than the alternative, though.

“Yes, sweet boy.” Papa kissed my head, smiling at me. “You go sit down on the couch with your Daddy and I’ll get you a drink. Then we’ll cuddle.”

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