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Tinsley

Papa was fidgety. Not in ways that were super noticeable to most people, but I could tell. He’d bounced his knee throughout the night, his middle finger was bleeding because he’d picked the skin around it, and he’d twisted his dog tags around his fingers several times. He really only played with them when he was thinking about his service. His discomfort was growing the more the night went on. He’d been doing well until he received a text from the people hosting the fundraiser asking if he’d be up for an interview with the local radio station the next morning. From there his anxiety had grown until I was really worried about him.

Squeezing Daddy’s knee, I got his attention and he looked over to me. Our eyes met and we had a minute of silent communication. He knew. He’d noticed too.

“Tyler, baby,” Daddy said, getting his attention even though he was sitting beside us.

“Yes?” Tyler answered, jumping a bit.

“Let’s go back to the room, yeah?”

“Okay,” he answered, standing when we did. Elliot took Tyler’s hand and then mine and we all walked inside. We took the elevator in silence. Tyler was so wrapped up in his mind that I wondered if he would have been able to make it back to the room without Daddy guiding him. I used the key card to unlock the door and held it open for them.

“Thank you, Little love,” Daddy said. I wasn’t feeling very Little. There was a deep seeded hatred for leaving Little space that burned bright inside my soul, but I was so worried about Papa that I’d been knocked out of my headspace.

“Thank you, Teenie,” Tyler said, shaking his head a bit. “I’m sorry, I’m not being very good company, am I?”

“You don’t have to be anything for us, baby,” Elliot said, rubbing his big hand up Tyler’s back. “You just be you, yeah?”

Tyler nodded. “I think the text freaked me out a bit.”

“Because you don’t want to do the interview?” Daddy asked, sitting on the bed. I climbed up beside Daddy and rested my back against the headboard. I patted the duvet. “Come here and I’ll scratch your back.”

He climbed onto the bed and stretched out.

“Tyler,” I laughed, tugging at his hoodie.

He looked up with repulsion. It stood out against his handsome face. “I am Papa to you, Tinsley. No matter what headspace you and I are in.”

“Yes, Papa,” I answered.

“Much better,” he said, moving to his knees, pulling off his sweatshirt and laying back down.

I loved to study his body. He was so muscular and his scars only highlighted how built he was.

His jeans sat low on his hips and the sight of him stretched out against the white bedding made my mouth water and my pussy weep.

Elliot crawled on the bed and laid beside him, his large hand moving across Tyler’s ass in small circles.

“Mmm,” Tyler moaned into the pillow. I wasn’t sure if it was from me scratching his back, Elliot rubbing his butt, or both.

“Just relax, baby, let us take care of you,” Daddy whispered to him. We laid like that for about half an hour. Every few minutes Tyler would relax a little more. Eventually he fell asleep.

“Do you want to take a shower with me, Teenie?” Daddy whispered.

I nodded.

“Do you think he’s going to be okay?” I asked. My stomach hurt from the helplessness I felt.

“He will, Little one. It’s going to be hard on him, but we’re going to love him through it.”

I nodded.

Elliot lifted me into his arms and rocked me back and forth. “I love how big your heart is, baby.”

“He just seems so…” I struggled to find the word I wanted to use.

“So what, baby?”

“Scared.”

“It’s hard watching someone you love have hard feelings, huh?”

I nodded again, still completely knocked out of Little space.

“Do you remember how scared you were when you told me how you wished you were in a relationship with me and Tyler?”

I did remember. My drunken confession came after one too many pretty pink drinks. I’d never meant to share that with Elliot, but it just popped out of my loose lips.

“That was so scary,” I answered.

“But you told me and then we faced that fear together, right?”

“Yes,” I agreed.

“And what happened?”

“We got Tyler.”

“That’s right. And now we're a very happy throuple, right?”

“The happiest.”

“My point is that sometimes doing really hard things can lead to really great things and maybe if we can help Papa do this really hard thing, something great will come out of it for him. Do you think you can keep being strong so we can help him?”

I nodded, even teetering in between my headspaces, I knew I would do anything for Papa.

***

Elliot

Tyler slept fitfully and I knew he was going to be exhausted the next day at the rate his night was going. Tinsley was sleeping soundly between us, but I worried she would get woken up with all of his tossing and turning. I stood and placed her on the second bed in the room, thankful that I’d booked a double king room. Placing her on her tummy, I patted her diapered bottom until she settled again.

“Is she okay?” Tyler asked, sitting up.

“She’s fine, baby. I’m worried about you, though.”

“Me?”

“You’re tossing and turning.”

He’d only slept for about an hour while Tinsley and I showered and got ready for bed. Once he woke he’d showered, given Tinsley her last bedtime bottle, and dozed beside me for about half an hour before the restlessness started.

“I’m sorry. Move her back in bed with you and I’ll sleep on that bed,” he said.

“No, baby, I can see her just fine there,” I said, climbing back on the bed and grabbing his ankle, pulling him to the middle of the bed.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his brow drawn in confusion.

“I’m going to help you relax.”

I untied his sleep pants and pulled them down his body. He wasn’t wearing boxers and I chuckled when his semi-erect cock popped free. After pulling the sleep pants the rest of the way down his legs, I tossed them on the floor.

“I don’t know where this is going, but I like it,” his sleepy voice rumbled.

Fisting his cock, I stroked him slowly before sucking him in my mouth. My actions caused him to give a moan that had me instantly hard.

He became fully erect quickly and I worked him back and forth.

“Fuck, Elliot,” he hissed as I worked his balls in my hand and his tip with my tongue.

“I’m not going to last if you keep that up.”

I didn’t need him to last. I just needed to calm his mind a bit.

Popping off of his cock, I sucked two of my fingers before taking him back into my mouth. I moved my hand towards his back channel and gently pressed against his ring of muscle.

“Mmm,” he cried.

Looking up, his eyes held a bit of panic and I pulled off of his cock for the second time.

“Do you want me to stop?” Ass play was something we hadn’t explored, and maybe I’d jumped the gun thinking he was ready for it.

“N-no?”

Chuckling and removing my fingers, I sat back on my ass, and arranged his legs over either side of my hips.

“You sound unsure and that’s okay. We don’t have to try new things tonight, I just wanted to give you the most pleasure possible.”

“I-I want to. I just don’t want you to think you have to do that,” he said, rubbing his ear nervously. “It’s... different for us.”

“It is different, but I think it would be enjoyable for you.”

He nodded, but still looked apprehensive. I was feeling pretty confident that his hesitation was only because of his nerves. Neither of us had ever been with a man before our relationship started, but we had learned quickly it worked for us. We loved each other and that was all that mattered to him and I, but he’d had to introduce our relationship to his stepbrother and with that had come more nerves.

“I will always communicate with you openly about things I don’t want to do with you, baby. Because there’s nothing that could break us. Conversation in healthy relationships never leads to anything negative, right?”

“Right.”

“So if you don’t like something, anything, I do to your body, mind, or your heart, you can always tell me, yeah?”

“Yes,” he agreed, relaxing his thighs a bit.

“Do you want me to keep going?”

“Yes,” he said, lifting his arms and putting his hands behind his head.

“If you want me t0 stop, we’ll use our normal traffic light system, deal?”

“Deal.”

Dipping my head, I took him back in my mouth. He was large and thick and stretched my mouth to its limits and I fucking loved it. Occasionally I was envious of his cock, but that night I worshipped it. I used the same fingers as before and pressed them against his opening again.

Lifting my eyes, I checked to make sure he wasn’t nervous anymore but his eyes held no worry, just heat.

Releasing him, I used the precome leaking from his tip to coat one finger before easing it inside him. I’d read articles on how to bring pleasure to him, but I’d never practiced them. Hollowing my cheeks, and pushing my finger deeper, I found the smooth bump I was looking for and pressed it gently.

“Mmm,” Tyler cried, thrusting up and making his cock hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered, but I kept going, spurred on by his responses.

Taking my free hand, I tugged his balls.

His head thrashed back and forth and the muscles in his legs tightened. “Fuck, fuck,” he cried. Watching him fall apart was mesmerizing. He was so beautiful, and brave. So damn brave.

Sucking hard and rubbing his prostate firmly, I worked to bring him the most pleasure possible.

“Augh,” he cried, arching his hips and unloading in my mouth. I swallowed him down and licked his length clean before moving to lay beside him. He wrapped his arms around me and I kissed his forehead.

“Give me just a minute and I’ll take care of you.”

Chuckling, I rubbed his stomach. “This wasn’t about me, baby. I just wanted you to get some rest.” Eventually his breathing evened out and he went limp in my arms. I hoped he would stay that way until the morning.