Page 58 of Their Little Helper

And more licks and nibbles, so I headed south again since his erection looked lonely even though I knew his tight hole wasn’t lonely any longer.

His moans and shocked expression made that obvious.

Clearly Pokey wasn’t slouching when it came to showing our boy kissing could be fun in a variety of places.

I was definitely going to be using that skill in the future, but it wasn’t my reward, so I focused on our moaning cutie.

“I’m a good boy. I’m a good boy. I’m a good boy.” Harley gasped as a shiver raced through him. “Shoot.”

I would’ve laughed if I hadn’t been too busy swallowing.

Pokey handled that for me, though. He was helpful and managed to lick and laugh at the same time until our boy stopped shooting down my throat and melted into the bed.

“I don’t think good boys do that.” Harley’s exhausted tone got a chuckle from Santos as I released Harley’s cock and we both moved to stretch out on either side of our boy. “I think…”

As his voice trailed off, he pouted and slipped deeper into his little side. “Do I ask? Was I bad?”

“No, baby.” Kissing his cheek, I stroked his head and curled closer against him. “We didn’t tell you that you had to wait. You were getting a reward and that means you get to come whenever you want.”

“Oh.” Relaxing with a smile, Harley was clearly glad to hear that. “I like being good.”

“I know.” I smiled at Santos as he kissed Harley’s head. “Your Papa knows it too.”

And he was feeling very proud of how well we’d rewarded our boy judging by his pleased smirk and the soft peck he gave Harley. “I think that we have the best boy and I’m so glad you liked your reward that much.”

Santos moved Harley’s hands back down to the bed, running his hand over the muscled limbs. “And not every sub has to ask for permission to come. That doesn’t have to be part of our rules unless it makes us happy. You’re not a bad boy or a naughty one who’d grab his penis when he wasn’t supposed to.”

Ugh.

They both looked at me.

“I think you’re both thirsty and that’s the reason for such silly expressions.” There was nothing wrong with getting what I wanted. If I wanted my dick then I should get my dick. “This isn’t the time to debate the difference between bad and naughty.”

Their exchanged look said they understood my point and we didn’t have to discuss silly things.

“See?” Santos ignored my sigh. “He’s going to be naughty and he’s still going to be special to us.”

Because I was amazing.

Duh.

Harley smiled, doing a happy wiggle as he snuggled between us. “That’s okay. He’s Daddy so that’s different.”

Exactly.

Santos grumbled, tucking his face against the side of Harley’s. “I will not agree to that.”

The quiet laugh our boy let out said he knew I was right and wasn’t worried any longer. “Thank you for my reward, Papa.”

Harley turned his head and kissed his Papa’s cheek before smiling at me. “Thank you for my reward, Daddy.”

“You deserved it.” He’d been adorably sneaky to get what he’d wanted and that should always be rewarded. “And I’m very proud of you.”

That got another blush from him as he squirmed, but he didn’t move or try to hide. “Then…then you’d be very proud of me if I told you…if I mentioned that…I’m…”

Scrunching his face up, Harley pouted but we waited while he tried again, stroking his chest and head. After a moment, he took a clearing breath and looked wonderfully determined. “I’m full, Daddy. I’m…I’m achy.”

“You’re right. That does make you a good boy to tell me and I’m very proud of you.” I still couldn’t quite wrap my head around why a bodily function was so hard to talk about, but it was, and I’d seen enough to understand the confusion was a me thing.

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