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Clearly.

But what were they thinking about?

Did they want to go explore trains too?

I really needed to come or have a snack before any of their conversation would make sense and it was rude of them not to realize it.

Yes. This was definitely their fault and they were going to make it up to me later.

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HARLEY

Daddy was confused…I just wasn’t sure about what.

Maybe everything?

Did he not understand that Papa had never nursed from anyone before?

Papa was a giver not a taker but he didn’t seem to want to give either.

I’d never met anyone who saw things like Daddy did, and I wasn’t sure what I was. Papa didn’t seem to mind that, though. He was definitely thinking about everything Daddy had said, but he didn’t look weird or worried, just confused still.

He’d never met anyone like Daddy either.

But we’d clearly needed Daddy to pull us together, so I knew we’d figure him out.

“We can think about it later.” And then I could figure out how to ask about his physical issues. He’d made it seem like he lactated but his reactions weren’t like anyone I’d met at theLactin Brotherhood get-togethers so far. “I think Daddy needs…attention.”

He had started to grumble about trains and snacks as he tugged on the front of his pants and he didn’t seem pleased with the conversation even though he was still obviously hard. My attempt at helping had him crossing his arms over his chest. “Heneeds a lot of attention and a snack.”

Was that him saying he was hungry or wanting to suck on me?

Both?

He looked cranky enough that the food thing might actually be an issue and not just a way to do something fun.

Papa raised one eyebrow as he looked at Daddy and I had a feeling he was thinking the same thing. “You know…”

Focusing back on me, he frowned and pretended to ignore Daddy. “For someone who wants attention, he’s certainly not being very nice. He’s glaring at me and still has most of his clothes on.”

Papa had a point but it made Daddy start grumbling again. “Fucking trains. Had to be on another whole damned line. All I need is a fucking and a snack and attention. It’s not that hard.”

I was pretty sure I’d missed something about the trains because I didn’t think we were going anywhere, but he didn’t seem to be in the right frame of mind to ask. No. Daddy needed to calm down before he did something he was going to regret.

“I want cuddles, Daddy.” Yes. I could help with part of his problems even if I was missing a lot of the details. Trains? “You…you promised me naked cuddles, though.”

Brave boys helped their Daddies.

Brave boys helped their Papas calm down their Daddies.

Brave boys talked about naked things and orgasms.

I was not brave enough for the universe to have given me two partners.

“I did?” Daddy stopped grumbling and frowned, looking from me to his pants and back to me again. “Daddies keep promises.”

I was pretty sure that had been mentioned somewhere, so I didn’t feel bad about it maybe not being the full truth. “Thank you, Daddy.”

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