Page 37 of Their Little Helper

So much yummy goodness…on both of them.

“There’s so much to kiss it’s no wonder he needs two partners.” That fact didn’t help Harley’s blushing situation but it was obvious that he wasn’t too embarrassed when we started to take his jeans off.

Yep…proportional and happy to see us.

“I’m a very lucky man.” Two sweet men to take care of. Two big cocks to play with. “I’m going to wear myself out on this one soon.”

Harley’s coloring was starting to make Santos frown at me again, so I just kissed the red cheek as Harley settled back into the couch, naked and adorable. “Close your eyes and relax, baby. We’re going to take good care of you and you don’t have to make any decisions.”

His sigh of relief had Santos nearly giggling. “The hurricane is ready to handle everything. Don’t you worry.”

Rude.

But it made Harley snicker as he closed his eyes, so I didn’t point out Santos’s bad manners.

I’d do that later after I finished my snack and snuggle since those were the most important things at the moment. So I curled into Harley, stroking his chest and nuzzling as I licked his leaking nipple. “Such a good boy taking care of his Daddy.”

They both moaned as Santos finally brought his mouth to Harley’s cock, but I wasn’t facing the right direction.

Somehow we’d have to fix that next time.

But I was a good Daddy this time and focused on the toy in front of me and not the one that Santos got to play with.

Mine was silky and the perfect firmness to nibble and tease, getting a whimper from my sweet boy as we started our new playtime. “Oh…I…”

His arms tightened around me as I scraped my teeth on the end of his nipple, getting another sexy sound before I started to suck. That got me the sweetest moan but I could feel the way his body jerked as Santos upped his playtime too.

Harley was so full, his milk released with just the flick of my tongue and sweetness filled my mouth as I sucked. I wanted to tell him how delicious he was and how relaxing it was to be in his arms, but this treat wasn’t one I could talk with my mouth full of it, so I focused on showing him how special he was.

Moaning and sucking, I kept up a steady rhythm as I stroked his chest and Santos sucked his cock. It was a slow, almost lazy pleasure that built gently and it was perfect for our tender boy. He soaked up every touch and sound, and when he was as full ofour love as my tummy was of his milk, he jerked and cried out a warning to Santos. “Papa.”

His Papa was a master cocksucker, so he was ready for our boy. I sucked down Harley’s last drops as he shook and his body bucked under ours, but I kept up a gentle suction and flicked his nipple with my tongue, teasing him until he went boneless.

We released him at the same time and curled up around him as soon as Santos climbed up on the couch. He was too blissed-out to blush, and even managed a sentence without shyness taking over. “Can I open my eyes, Daddy?”

“Yes, baby.” He nodded, satisfied with that answer as he kept them closed, getting a pleased sound from his Papa. “You just relax. We’re going to take good care of you.”

“You did.” Still boneless and probably floating, Harley’s mouth worked without his brain having a say in the matter. “I’ve never done anything like that. I didn’t have to figure out what to do. That’s really nice.”

How anyone had thought he was dominant enough to lead a scene or even take the lead in a quick fuck was beyond me, and Santos’s frown and the way he rolled his eyes said we were in agreement. Some people just weren’t that bright.

“We like the figuring out what to do part.” Santos kissed Harley’s cheek and stroked his hand over our boy’s lightly haired chest, barely teasing the fine hairs that were almost invisible. “And personally, I like the not having done that before part. Possessive, remember?”

My snort got a quiet laugh from our still-exhausted boy. “I forgot.”

“He’ll remind you. Don’t worry.” My dry response got a laugh from both of them that time. “And then I’ll have to remind him that you both belong to me. He keeps forgetting that part.”

Santos’s dramatic sigh got a giggle from Harley and it seemed like his little side was surfacing again as his Papa complained. “Your Daddy and I are going to have a conversation on how possession works.”

I snorted since it was my turn to make Harley laugh. “I know. He keeps getting it wrong.”

Our boy peeked his eyes open, little Harley smiling shyly at us. “I like possession.”

Adorable.

“I’m glad.” Kissing his cheek, I raised one eyebrow at Santos in anow whatkind of expression. It wasn’t my house, so manners said he had to at least start to lead us in a direction. “We like keeping you.”

Harley blushed as his smile widened and he got even more innocent. “You’re gonna keep me a lot?”

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