Page 54 of Their Little Helper

“Good boy.” Dally kissed his cheek, snuggling closer and barely rocking his hips forward to rub his cock against Harley. “I’m so proud of you and I’m glad I get to touch you.”

He was doing remarkably well being careful with his words, but we really needed a conversation to make sure we were right in how careful we thought we had to be. Assumptions weren’t limits, but it wasn’t the time to question Harley.

For a variety of reasons.

“Let’s go lie down in Pokey’s bed.” Kissing Harley’s neck, Dally made a soft, needy sound. “I want to stretch you out so we can reward you properly.”

Harley was still pink but he nodded as his gaze bounced between us. “I’ll…I’ll be naked?”

“Yes.” Dally didn’t seem to have any hesitation about answering that one. “I’m so excited about seeing my boy again and kissing you.”

And nursing on him judging by the way Dally was nuzzling against him.

“I…I’m excited too.” Harley was doing his best to communicate with us and earned cheek kisses from both of us. “I…that…yeah.”

Thatseemed to mean kisses from both of us at the same time, which felt like another request in itself even though it wasn’t exactly a clear limit.

“I’m glad, sweet boy.” Kissing along his jaw, I got to his ear and licked around the outer shell before nibbling on his lobe. “I’m excited too.”

I wasn’t sure he understood how big of an understatement that was, but I wasn’t going to hump him like Dally was just to prove the point. “Let’s get more comfortable.”

Dally let out a low laugh, nuzzling against Harley’s neck. “Your Papa is so polite.”

That got a quiet laugh from Harley even though his cheeks were still red and his eyes were a little too wide. “I like that you’re both different. That’s good.”

And I liked how hard he worked to make sure we both knew he appreciated how different we were.

“I’m glad, baby.” Dally gave him one last snuggle before stepping back and taking his hand. “Let’s go cuddle. I’ve been thinking about your reward since last night.”

The way he waggled his eyebrows got an embarrassed giggle from Harley, but he took his Daddy’s hand confidently. “I thought about last night too.”

Had he jerked off thinking about it?

Dally’s wicked grin said he thought so, but he was still careful of Harley. “I hope you thought about it a lot. Dreams. Fantasies. I hope it was very…relaxing.”

Oh, that smile.

While Dally looked devilish, Harley blushed again as he nodded, sweet but letting us know he wasn’t innocent. “I couldn’t help it.”

Before either of us could reassure him that he didn’t have to, he glanced between us and seemed to tighten his hand on Dally’s. “You didn’t say I couldn’t.”

Someone had been doing his research.

“Eventually your Daddy and I will have to figure out rules for that.” Making sure he could see how much I loved that idea, I knew my grin was nearly as wicked as Dally’s. “But you’re right. It wasn’t breaking a rule and just imagining it is turning both of us on even more.”

His expression flashed between confusion and another embarrassed smile as we led him through the condo, but I wasn’t sure I understood the confusion. Had no one ever told him they’d imagined him like that?

People were either too polite or just stupid.

Possibly both.

Since it looked like Harley wasn’t ready to explain what he was thinking, I scanned down his body as we made our way towardmy bedroom, making it clear how sexy I thought he was. “I’ve imaged you a lot, sweet boy.”

“Hey.” Dally gave an exaggerated frown, poking Harley. “He’s forgetting me.”

Drama queen.

But he got a giggle from our boy. “No, Daddy. He’s just taking turns.”

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