Page 67 of Their Little Helper

Sure he did.

It was time for a slightly Dally-ish way of handling the situation because trying to be discreet wasn’t helping.

I think it was actually making it worse and since I needed to finish the conversation before he was grown-up and shy again, I needed a different approach. “Do you need to go poop?”

Yep…definitely a different approach.

Harley didn’t seem concerned about it, though. “No.”

Little Harley was very different than my grown-up one because that Harley had blushed at the museum when he’d said he needed to use the bathroom.

“Let’s get in the shower then. I’m stealing you from Daddy this time.” My instructions got a giggle from Harley, but that was mostly due to Dally’s offended “hey” that showed he was still listening to me stumble through the conversation.

“I like your shower, Papa.” Harley’s gaze was bouncing around the large shower as I held open the glass door and he slowly walked in. “I get squished.”

“Me too.” Which was one of the main reasons I’d made sure I would fit. “In my old place I kept bumping my elbows.”

Harley’s snicker made me smile as I steered him under the spray and started washing him. “It was a nice apartment but I was just renting it and the shower was so small I kept slamming my elbows against the wall every time I moved.”

“Aww, poor Papa.” Harley kissed my cheek as I took the bodywash and started scrubbing his chest. “All safe now.”

“You’re right.” Returning his kiss, I tried not to get distracted by how sexy he was and how good his body felt under my hands. “We’re both all safe.”

“I like all safe.” Harley’s words didn’t help me figure out if that meant he liked the size or just the fact that he wouldn’t bump his elbows but it was cute either way.

“I’m glad.” Giving his soft cock a quick wash, I kissed his cheek again. “Okay, turn around.”

“Back time.” Head bobbing side to side, Harley turned around and stuck his face under the spray. “I can’t reach it.”

“Well, now you have me and your Daddy to help.” It was easier to remember I was supposed to be taking care of Harley and not ogling him when he was turned away from me. “We both like helping a lot.”

“Daddies and Papas like helping.” Harley sounded like he was quoting something he’d seen online. “Lots and lots.”

“They do.” Sighing, I played up my dramatic response. “We like big helping sooo much sometimes our boys say ‘Daddy that’s too much helping’.”

My acting skills sucked but Harley giggled and I was pretty sure I heard Dally trying not to laugh. He was either taking the longest dump in history or giving me time with Harley, and I was guessing the later based on how nosy he was being.

“I like big helper Daddy and Papa.” Harley’s happy sounds as I massaged over his ass cheeks said he liked shower time a lot too.

“That makes me happy and it means that you can always ask for more help because that will make all of us happy.” I wasn’t sure what other worries he’d picked up from what seemed to be a terrible dating history and I didn’t want him to think he had to do anything on his own if he didn’t want to.

With two Doms, there would always be one of us who’d want to control a situation no matter what it was about.

“I like making you happy, Papa.” Harley’s earnest tone made me smile but it was the way he was rocking and teasing his face with the spray that made me want to laugh. “I like good helpers.”

He liked controlling Doms?

That was great for Dally and me both and gave me a bit more confidence in my next step.

“And I like having a happy boy who asks his helpers for help.” That sentence was terrible and got a silly snicker from Harley. “Okay, helper time. Relax your tushy so I can get you all clean.”

Something about hearing me say tushy made him giggle and that automatically relaxed his rectal muscles enough for me to slide one soapy finger in to the first knuckle. That had him sucking in a breath but I kissed the back of his neck and kept a very practical tone to my voice. “Helpers get their boys all clean. What else do helpers do? They’re supposed to have nuggets.”

My dramatic delivery about the chicken nuggets aspect to being a helper got another giggle from Harley and he wiggled, taking my finger deeper. “They…they have juice and do bath time.”

“Hey, I’m doing a pretty good job then.” Lack of nuggets aside, I wasn’t doing too bad and even inched my finger in deeper without worrying Harley. “I have juice and a big bathtub we can put bubbles in next time.”

I couldn’t remember ever using it, but that would definitely change.

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