Page 13 of Our Little Sebastian
“That sounds lovely, did you want me to help too?” Marco didn’t move from the door, waiting for my permission. My heart thumped in my chest. They really meant it when they said I was in control here.
“Please come help, Papa. I think my jeans might be tricky.” I wiggled my bum and giggled when Roe sighed.
“Come help me wrangle this wiggly boy out of his clothes, or I might have to sit on him.”
Silly Daddy.
“Got to say, I love the sound of you calling us Daddy and Papa,” Papa said.
Papa Marco made it to the bed in three big strides. He had such long legs, not like mine. I looked down at my denim clad thighs. “I’m small next to you.” I poked Marco’s chest playfully as he got closer.
“You are. Now hold still and let Daddy Roe get your shirt off.” My next wiggle was halted by Papa Marco’s strong hands holding my hips still. I giggled as he sat down on the edge of the bed pulling me with him, and then the giggles got worse as he tickled my sides.
“Love, you are not helping.” Daddy Roe said, laughing as he tried to unbutton my shirt.
“I’m helping, keeping our little cutie occupied.” Papa tickled my sides again, causing me to giggle more.
“At least let me get him changed, you terrible man. Pity you’re too big to go over my lap.” Daddy Roe huffed which made me giggle more imagining Daddy Roe smacking Papa’s bum. Oh.The thought was more than just funny. It wassexy.I wiggled against Papa who let out a pained moan. And then I felt his hard length behind me, through our clothes. I blushed, guessing I was the cause of it.
“Yes baby boy, all your cute squirming has done that.” Daddy’s voice was a deep growl against my ear.
“Do you—do you want me to help with that?” The offer was made with more bravado than I thought I had, but if he asked for me to blow him or touch him I happily would—though my experience was next to nothing, except for what I’d watched in porn.
Marco gathered my hands in his. “No, sweetheart. It’s lovely that you offered but tonight is about you.”
“I wouldn’t mind.” I grinned, earning a laugh from both of my Daddies. “And I’ve been told I’m a fast learner.”
“You are a tempting, terrible boy.” Roman grinned, leaning forward to kiss me slowly.
All thoughts scattered as his and Marco’s hands roamed over the skin of my back and abs. When Roman stopped kissing me, Marco took over. The kisses were unhurried, and their hands never went lower than my waist.
Daddy’s voice spoke close to my ear. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, sweetheart. We’re not going to rush this. And believe me, we’re going to have so much fun helping you learn how to please us, finding out what drives you wild. But not tonight, sweet thing. Tonight is going to be about another kind of release for you.”
“You’re talking about a Little space?” I asked, watching Roman’s fingers as he undid the buttons of my shirt. Marco still sat behind me, holding me gently around the waist.
“We are, and we want you to enjoy yourself. Just go with what feels right, okay?” Marco gave my hip a squeeze and I nodded, lifting my arms so Daddy Roe could pull my shirt off.
Tapping my leg, Daddy Roe motioned for me to stand up. “Marco, let our boy go. I need to get his pants off.”
Papa chuckled behind me, pulling me back against him. “But weren’t we just saying we’re taking it slow?”
“Are you going to help me or be a brat?” Daddy let out an amused huff.
“Can Daddy Doms be brats?” I was having a hard time not full on laughing when I caught sight of Daddy Roe’s grin.
“Oh they certainly can, and Papa Marco is a high maintenance braddy.”
“I don’t like these lies you are throwing at my good character,” Marco said, finally letting me go.
“Darling, they’re not lies if they’re true, and you know better than to argue with me.”
“Yeah, I do.” Marco’s voice was a warm rumble against my back. Daddy said something else, but I was focused on his hands as he took my shoes off. Daddy had long tapered fingers. I imagined he must play piano or something like that. It struck me that I didn’t know what my Daddies did for a living before they’d set up their home here.
“Daddy, what do you and Papa do?” I asked, wiggling my toes as Daddy took my socks off and rolled them up.
“Well before we moved here, I worked as a forensic pathologist.”
That was a shock. “You mean like autopsies ?”
