Page 8 of Our Little Sebastian
Shaking my head I took his proffered hand and followed him past the large staircase.
“Those lead up to our private rooms. We’ll head there after, but for now we can head to the kitchen. I need to check on the roast. We tend to eat in there if it’s just Marco and I. It’s more intimate.” He pointed to a room on the right with a huge oak dining table and rich red wallpaper and smiled. “We hold family gatherings and community dinners in there. The table’s so large you could have an orgy one end and someone eating a twelve course meal on the other. I know—we’ve tried.” Roman cackled and I was pretty sure my blush must have lit up the room as I imagined what he’d just described.
“Roe, you’re trying to make the boy blush on purpose.” Marco sounded like they’d been through this before.
“Only a little bit, I promise. I didn’t make you too uncomfortable, did I?” True concern was etched on his face.
I squeezed Roman’s hand reassuringly and smiled, hoping to stop him worrying. “I’m fine honestly, and believe me the pictures I had in my brain were not bad.” I gave him my best cheeky grin.
“Oh, you are just too perfect. Come on, let’s get to the kitchen. It will be warmer there and we can sit down and talk.” He led me through the warren of hallways and Marco followed, chuckling.
My breath caught when we walked into the kitchen. It was just like a picture book country kitchen, only on a much larger scale. Deep red wooden counters surrounded the area with a massive centre island-come-stovetop in the middle with high comfy stools surrounding it. There were not one but two huge ovens, and another stovetop off on one side of the room. Massive arched windows opened out onto a small private courtyard with a large outdoor setting.
“This is amazing,” I gasped, moving over to touch the countertops. The wood was silky under my fingertips as I grazed my hand along it.
“We did a bit of remodelling. This was a dining room but I wanted a larger kitchen. The original one was too small and dark for the amount of food I like to cook,” Roman answered, leading me to one of the stools around the large kitchen island. “Sit here and give me something lovely to watch while I cook.”
I laughed and settled my hands in my lap, tilting my head. Marco came in to join us. He pulled a stool out alongside of me, close enough that our legs brushed.
“I see my beloved is flirting outrageously again.” Marco winked at me. “Roman’s not lying though, you are beautiful.”
I looked at both of them, a little dumbfounded. “I’ve never, um. Nobody has ever said that to me.”
Roman shook his head. “That is a travesty. You, my dear boy, should be told each and every day how lovely you are.”
My cheeks grew so warm I was afraid I might combust. “What are we doing here?” The words slipped out before I could stop them.
“Well, dinner, then showing the club, for starters,” Roman answered, smiling. “But I suspect that’s not the answer you’re looking for.”
I shook my head and sat up straighter. For years I’d sat back and watched people find their happily ever after, or at least their happily overnight. I’d not even had another hand on my cock, let alone anything more, and I was sick of watching the world pass me by. “I’m not sure how much Lilly told you about me. Um, I came from a really sheltered home. My parents were pretty negative when I came out and, long story short, they kicked me out. Miss Rose found me and gave me a job and a place to live. I’ve kissed one boy and gone on two dates.” I couldn’t stop the words even if I wanted to. It was as if my brain had decided I needed these two men to know the real me, or at least the me they were getting.
Roman had stopped fussing with the stove and sat down on the stool the other side of me. “None of this changes us wanting to get to know you, Sebastian,” he said softly.
“I just want you to know everything. I found out I love regressing not long after I started working for Miss Rose, and Lilly helped me find some great online groups, but I’ve never had a Daddy or played with anyone besides Lilly, and even then I didn’t get to actually find my Little space.” I gave a half-shrug, looking at my hands “I don’t even know if I am a real Little or if I was, if you’d still be interested. I know it’s not for everyone.”
“Oh, sweetheart. Firstly, I want to reassure you we don’t want to pressure you into anything you are not ready for, and secondly, we would both love to help you explore your Little side.” Roman touched my face gently, tilting my chin so I waslooking at him. I could sense Marco moving closer behind me and he laid his hand gently across mine.
“Seb, there is no right or wrong way when it comes to ageplay. You’ve just not had the chance to fully let go somewhere you feel safe. As Roe said, we would love to explore that with you.”
Marco nodded in agreement, taking hold of my other hand. “We want to get to know you, Seb, as well as that adorable little boy we know is hiding inside. But we also don’t want to put heavy expectations on you on our first date.”
I felt a huge bubble of happiness building up and I grinned, not sure how to express how I felt. “But you’re not going to make me wait for kisses and stuff are you? Because I’ve been waiting forever for a proper kiss.”
Roman’s dark eyes sparkled as he leaned into my space, brushing his nose against mine. “Oh, baby boy, you will have all the kisses and more.” His lips gently brushed mine and I felt a zing go straight through me. He kissed me slowly and I gasped a little in shock when his tongue poked out to touch my lips but I got with the program quickly, opening my mouth and moaning embarrassingly when his tongue traced mine. Warm hands grasped my waist and Marco’s mouth was against my ear. “Daddy Roelovesto kiss. You’ll be walking down the hall minding your own business and he’ll drag you into a corner and kiss you senseless.”
I gasped, pulling away and slightly tilting my head towards Marco “Do you like kissing too?”
“Oh, I really do.” Then Marco’s lips were on mine. He was more demanding but no less sweet. I couldn’t believe I was sitting here being devoured by these two amazing men. Marco’s lips were rougher and his hands cupped my face obsessively while Roman pushed my hair back and kissed along my neck.
They took turns kissing me until I was breathless and more than a little hard, but I didn’t touch myself, not knowing if that was allowed. I knew sometimes Daddies liked to put their Littles on restrictions, and I didn’t want to do something wrong only moments into our relationship.
Roman pressed a soft kiss to my forehead then pulled away. “I think we should have something to eat and then talk. I’m sure you would feel more comfortable once we discuss safe words and limits.”
I rubbed my hands against my jeans, nodding. “I like to know what’s expected of me, otherwise I worry I might mess up.”
“Sweetheart, you are not going to mess up. We’re all going to be learning about each other. As your Daddies, we’re going to have rules for you to follow and punishments for when you don’t.”
“Like what?” I liked the sound of that, it made me curious as to what to expect.
