Page 15 of Our Little Sebastian
The dual sensations of Daddy sucking on my cock and Papa sucking and nibbling on my nipples sent my body into some sort of erotic feedback loop.
I moaned loudly when Daddy did something particularly wicked with his tongue, and I felt the familiar pull in my balls that signalled I was going to come—quite possibly harder than I had ever come before.
“Daddy, Daddy, I’m gonna—” I clutched at the bedspread, trying to stop myself. I didn’t want this amazing feeling to end.
“Not yet, baby.” Marco growled, moving down my body. I lifted my head to see Daddy and Marco trade a kiss before both of their mouths were on me.
Resting on my elbows, I watched as both of them licked and sucked me. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, and it wasn’t long before I was coming.
My Daddies shared filthy cum covered kisses before they moved up the bed to cradle me between them, gifting me those same cum covered kisses.
I couldn’t believe how lucky I was.
CHAPTER SIX
SEBASTIAN
Daddy helped me dress while Papa lounged on the bed. His shirt was undone and I kept getting distracted looking at all the ink that covered his chest. I was tempted to crawl back onto the bed and kiss all the ink I could find, but I also really wanted to see the playroom.
“Baby boy, are you ready to go downstairs?” Roman reached out and took my hand, his long fingers seeming to engulf mine. As I stood looking down at our joined hands Marco came up and took my other hand.
“Come on. Daddy is eager to see what you think of the playroom. He and Master Callum’s boy spent a couple of weeks getting the mural painted.”
“The room was in dire need of a refresh and Mitchell is a talented boy,” Daddy answered, leading us through the maze of hallways back to the stairs that would lead downstairs. I looked at the large wooden bannister. It was wide enough that I could straddle it comfortably, and the stairs swept around in a gentle arc. If I timed it right I could slide down and stop myself before I hit the big pineapple looking thing at the end of the bannister.
“Don’t even think about it, baby boy. I don’t want our first play date ending with you having a concussion and a spanked bottom,” Marco murmured against my ear.
The concussion sounded unpleasant, but the idea of getting my bum spanked sent a hot thrill through me. I’d never imagined myself as one of those bratty Littles doing things to purposefully encourage their Daddies to spank them. No, I’d always seen myself more as a pleaser, wanting to make my Daddy happy. Well, it was Daddies now, so that was a change to how I had imagined things. And Marco and Roman seemed like they would be fair Daddies, and maybe even enjoy a little mischief from their Little. The idea of being a little bit naughty occasionally actually sounded fun. Most of my life I’d been playing the perfect son, the perfect student—fitting a mould that really wasn’t me. I still wasn’t certain who the real me was, but I was sure being around my Daddies, I’d find out.
“I wasn’t really thinking of sliding down the awesome bannister of fun,” I answered with a grin, knowing Papa wouldn’t buy my shit for a minute.
Papa made an inelegant sound, a cross between a snort and laugh, and Daddy smiled. Neither man bought what I was selling.
“If you think I’m going to buy that, cutie, I have a bridge to sell you,” Papa said as he steered me away from the bannister.
I looked over my shoulder at the staircase. “But what if we put cushions down and I was extra careful?”
Daddy shook his head. “Do you know, the last time Callum and Mitchell were here, young Mitchell suggested the same thing? Note to self, you two are never to meet. It would end in disaster.”
“Do you mean Cal, the tattooist who works with Simon?”
“Yes I do. Both he and Simon are lifetime members. How do you know them?”
I slipped my hands free from my Daddies’ and skipped down the stairs.
“Sebastian, go slowly and answer your Papa,” Daddy scolded me. I slowed my skipping, taking the carpeted stairs carefully.
“Oops, sorry. I know them because Miss Rose gets her tattoos done there and Cal did my ink.” I looked back to answer and my socked foot caught on the riser. Everything was about to go upside down when Daddy grabbed me.
Daddy’s hand tightened around mine. “Okay sweetheart, hold my hand. My heart is not strong enough to deal with the fright you just gave me.”
“Sorry, Daddy.”
“That is perfectly okay, lovely, but let’s keep the ‘giving my Daddies a cardiac arrest’ antics down to a minimum, all right?”
“Okay, I promise.”
Papa walked behind us as we came down the main staircase and ended up in the main hall where we had entered. The hallway towards the kitchen was at the back of the hall and Daddy led us toward a large archway on the left.
