Page 79 of Their Little Helper

Now we knew what?

Dally’s head was bouncing side to side as he listened to the interaction, but he was being remarkably restrained considering what had to be going through his head. I wasn’t sure how that would change when he started to open his mouth, but realistically, being vague with Harley wasn’t helping us to figure out what he wanted. “Do you want to be Daddy later this week when we spend grown-up time together?”

Okay, well, as far as being Dally’d went that hadn’t been bad.

It also didn’t seem to upset Harley because he nodded, pleased with something, as he wiggled in the tub and started scooping bubbles closer to his lap. “Yes. I had to tell you I’m a big boy. And I did.”

So he knew he’d needed to ask us to make love to him in that way and now he’d done it?

Dally opened and closed his mouth several times before he sat down beside the tub and looked at me with anow whatkind of expression. Since it seemed to be my turn, I tried to ask something more open-ended. “Do you have questions about what will happen?”

That got a thoughtful frown from our little cutie but he perked up when I pulled a stash of sea creatures out from under the sink. “Just a few minutes of playtime. Daddy’s tired.”

When Dally huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, pretending to be offended, it got a giggle from Harley. “Daddy likes ’ttention.”

Did he think I’d meant Dally wanted to be fucked so Harley couldn’t play long?

I wasn’t sure but Dally just collapsed back on the floor and sighed. “I love attention. I need it. I have to have it to function.”

The drama queen could’ve been talking about anything, but Harley’s naughty giggle made what he was thinking clear. “I’m gonna get Daddy ’ttention later.”

As he dunked some fish under the bubbles and laughed as they popped up, he found more things to tell us about. “We needtimeto play Daddy and Papa, so I have to tell youmy schedule.”

That was enunciated so carefully and so randomly it was like English was his third language.

“That’s right.” At least, I thought it was based on the current definition of what it meant to play Daddy and Papa. “We want time to relax and for everyone to get good cuddles.”

And for him not to be exhausted and little.

At least, I thought we needed to make sure of that but I hadn’t been around enough littles to be sure.

It wasn’t something that’d ever come up before.

“Gotta have time for Daddy to get big cuddles too or he’ll be cranky.” Harley’s sage response got a huff from his Daddy but all it took was looks from both of us to have him shrugging.

Yep, we needed to make sure Dally got to come too.

“Daddy needs lots of attention to be happy. Some people do. It said so.” Harley dunked a whale, smiling wider when he bobbed back to the surface and peeked through the bubble waves. “I’m gonna not need that much attention. But it’s okay. I…”

Pausing, Harley looked around and seemed to get distracted searching for one particular fish. Once he found it, Harley’s thoughts came back online. “I get other ’ttention.”

Other attention?

It took me entirely too long to figure that one out, and I didn’t really connect the dots until he sat straighter and poked at his chest as he frowned at Dally. “I’m full, Daddy.”

“We’ll get that fixed as soon as we snuggle in bed, baby.” Dally scooted closer to the tub, scooping up some of the bubbles. “I don’t need soapy milk.”

Harley thought that was hilarious and laughed until another yawn snuck up on him. “No yucky milk.”

“Definitely not.” Dally scrunched up his face and shivered, getting another laugh from Harley. “Yummy milk and cuddles in bed where I can relax.”

And Harley can go to bed afterward.

“I…” Yawning again, Harley seemed to lose track of what he’d been going to say because when it passed, he started poking at his fish again.

I would’ve loved to have let him play for as long as he wanted, but within five minutes he was too tired to yawn and was leaning against the side of the tub. The day was definitely catching up with him because he didn’t even complain when we started scrubbing him.

He pouted slightly when we started draining the water but it was a token at best. “I…”

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