Page 16 of Their Little Helper (The Lactin Brotherhood #22)

DALLY

“I’m ready, Daddy.” Harley swallowed hard as his body tensed and his cock jerked, begging for attention. “I’m ready, Papa.”

He was beautifully ready but it seemed like his brain had finally realized what we were doing because it was starting to work overtime again. “There’s my yummy boy. All sexy for his Doms.”

Harley couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to giggle or hide his face in embarrassment. But since his hands were occupied, he tried to hide his face against his arm as he let out an adorable laugh. “ Daddy .”

“That’s right.” Climbing on the bed, I crawled over him, making sure to rub against his cock as I settled on the other side. “And Daddy’s promised to give his boy kisses.”

His big boy for the time being.

I had a feeling that he’d be little Harley before our date was over but he’d asked for his reward first, so we’d have fun with that until we needed to find something else to play. Or kept going. Harley seemed to have gotten mixed reviews on little and happy going together, so we’d play that by ear.

“Oh no.” Santos pretended to frown as he climbed in on the other side of Harley. “I get to give him kisses first.”

Harley was still blushing and giggling, clearly pleased with this kind of teasing even if the other made him worry.

Why I wasn’t sure because getting Pokey wound up was fun…but we didn’t always understand what made us uncomfortable.

Some people were afraid of spiders and some were worried about their Doms having fun.

“Hey.” Returning his pretend frown, I glared at Pokey. “I claimed kisses first. You got to have his cock last time.”

Pokey shrugged. “I should always go first. I think that’s a good rule.”

“Bull.” Shifting lower down Harley’s body, I knelt near his hips. “First come, first lick.”

Leaning over, I flicked my tongue over the head of Harley’s cock and grinned as he moaned as his hips thrust up. “Finders keepers. Losers weepers.”

“That’s not related to cocks at all.” Grumbling, he nudged me out of the way and pressed a kiss to the sexy cock that was ours to reward. “I didn’t lose it and you didn’t find it. You’re just greedy.”

“All of those things can be true at the same time.” There was nothing wrong with making sure I got what I wanted. “My turn.”

He was definitely the greedy one because he’d gotten three kisses and was going back for another lick. “You need to learn how to share.”

Santos barked out a laugh as he sat back enough for me to wrap my lips around our sexy toy. “How you managed to say that sounding so serious is a mystery I will probably never solve.”

Drama queen.

He was lucky I had my mouth full.

Harley would’ve come to my defense because I was his favorite Dom but he was slightly distracted moaning and remembering to hold on to the bed. “Don’t let go. Be a good boy. Don’t let go. I’m a good boy. It’s my reward. Papa’s good boy. Daddy’s good boy. Rewards aren’t punishments.”

Santos chuckled as he kissed our boy’s cheek. “That’s right but rewards can be hard and make you want to squirm and beg to come.”

Those were the best kinds of rewards.

“I…I didn’t know that.” Harley’s breathless words were almost moaned out as I sank low on his cock and let the tip tease my throat. “Oh…I…I didn’t know…”

Learning experiences were hard sometimes.

And difficult.

Santos wasn’t worried either judging by his sexy, pleased sound. “You’re being such a good boy, though.”

The whine Harley let out made me think he was slightly conflicted about that, but it just meant we were doing our jobs well. Rewards were supposed to be memorable and this was one he wouldn’t forget.

“He’s…Papa…that’s…” Harley’s awed tone as I swallowed around the head of his cock and massaged it with my throat had my own dick aching for attention. “Papa, he’s…”

“Greedy.” Santos’s dry retort got a strangled laugh from our boy as I slowly eased off his cock. “My turn.”

Instead of going directly for sucking on Harley’s sexy cock, Santos kissed the base and gently worked his way up the underside of Harley’s erection. Harley was trying to use it to back down from the edge but that wasn’t the plan.

So I kissed right above his groin and licked my way up his body, loving the squeal that fucking his belly button with my tongue got. “That’s…Daddy that’s…”

Fun.

And surprising for some reason.

We really needed to show Harley all the fun ways we could reward him.

“I’m a good boy. I’m a good boy. I’m a good boy.” Harley’s desperation was adorable but I knew I hadn’t done anything to deserve it as I kissed higher up his chest.

That was all his Papa’s work.

Spreading our boy’s legs, Santos moved between them and was moving his lips lower on our boy. His smile was devilish as he wrapped his lips around one ball and rolled it round with his tongue. It would’ve been fun to see if Harley could come from just that, but his Papa had another goal.

And the way Harley sucked in a breath said he hadn’t felt lips there before either.

Yes, we were really going to have to make a list so we could be certain Harley had experienced all the pleasures his body could give him.

Did he even know belly buttons could be cock fucked?

Did he know how good licking behind his knees would feel?

What if he didn’t know how good bites on his ass would feel?

Yes.

We needed a list.

And more licks and nibbles, so I headed south again since his erection looked lonely even though I knew his tight hole wasn’t lonely any longer.

His moans and shocked expression made that obvious.

Clearly Pokey wasn’t slouching when it came to showing our boy kissing could be fun in a variety of places.

I was definitely going to be using that skill in the future, but it wasn’t my reward, so I focused on our moaning cutie.

“I’m a good boy. I’m a good boy. I’m a good boy.” Harley gasped as a shiver raced through him. “Shoot.”

I would’ve laughed if I hadn’t been too busy swallowing.

Pokey handled that for me, though. He was helpful and managed to lick and laugh at the same time until our boy stopped shooting down my throat and melted into the bed.

“I don’t think good boys do that.” Harley’s exhausted tone got a chuckle from Santos as I released Harley’s cock and we both moved to stretch out on either side of our boy. “I think…”

As his voice trailed off, he pouted and slipped deeper into his little side. “Do I ask? Was I bad?”

“No, baby.” Kissing his cheek, I stroked his head and curled closer against him. “We didn’t tell you that you had to wait. You were getting a reward and that means you get to come whenever you want.”

“Oh.” Relaxing with a smile, Harley was clearly glad to hear that. “I like being good.”

“I know.” I smiled at Santos as he kissed Harley’s head. “Your Papa knows it too.”

And he was feeling very proud of how well we’d rewarded our boy judging by his pleased smirk and the soft peck he gave Harley. “I think that we have the best boy and I’m so glad you liked your reward that much.”

Santos moved Harley’s hands back down to the bed, running his hand over the muscled limbs.

“And not every sub has to ask for permission to come. That doesn’t have to be part of our rules unless it makes us happy.

You’re not a bad boy or a naughty one who’d grab his penis when he wasn’t supposed to. ”

Ugh.

They both looked at me.

“I think you’re both thirsty and that’s the reason for such silly expressions.” There was nothing wrong with getting what I wanted. If I wanted my dick then I should get my dick. “This isn’t the time to debate the difference between bad and naughty.”

Their exchanged look said they understood my point and we didn’t have to discuss silly things.

“See?” Santos ignored my sigh. “He’s going to be naughty and he’s still going to be special to us.”

Because I was amazing.

Duh.

Harley smiled, doing a happy wiggle as he snuggled between us. “That’s okay. He’s Daddy so that’s different.”

Exactly.

Santos grumbled, tucking his face against the side of Harley’s. “I will not agree to that.”

The quiet laugh our boy let out said he knew I was right and wasn’t worried any longer. “Thank you for my reward, Papa.”

Harley turned his head and kissed his Papa’s cheek before smiling at me. “Thank you for my reward, Daddy.”

“You deserved it.” He’d been adorably sneaky to get what he’d wanted and that should always be rewarded. “And I’m very proud of you.”

That got another blush from him as he squirmed, but he didn’t move or try to hide. “Then…then you’d be very proud of me if I told you…if I mentioned that…I’m…”

Scrunching his face up, Harley pouted but we waited while he tried again, stroking his chest and head. After a moment, he took a clearing breath and looked wonderfully determined. “I’m full, Daddy. I’m…I’m achy.”

“You’re right. That does make you a good boy to tell me and I’m very proud of you.” I still couldn’t quite wrap my head around why a bodily function was so hard to talk about, but it was, and I’d seen enough to understand the confusion was a me thing.

But a lot of things in life were me things because most people didn’t have quite enough confidence…or common sense, but luckily for me my partners were not in that category. Now the confidence part, we were going to have to work on boosting that.

It could wait, though.

We had a more pressing concern to worry about and I kissed one nipple as I nuzzled against his chest. “Are you okay with Daddy helping or do you want us to express it manually?”

Hmm…judging by his color he was still in the embarrassed to talk about it phase.

“I like it…I liked it when you helped.” Harley’s voice was nearly inaudible it was so low but he got the words out and earned kisses from both of us.

“Such a brave boy.” Santos pushed up on one elbow, stroking Harley’s head and kissing his pink cheek. “We’re going to make you feel all better.”

“Are you going to share?” It would definitely be the most fun way to handle it and the most efficient but Santos looked confused at the question. “Oh, or are you going to fuck me?”

I wouldn’t be opposed to that and Harley’s shiver and even redder cheeks said we were in agreement. They were a wonderful barometer of what he liked and I was hoping it would never change.

What it was probably doing to his blood pressure notwithstanding, of course.

Santos blinked like the choices were still hard to understand and he didn’t know what to say.

He really was a strange man, but he was sexy and sweet with Harley and very stubborn, which made him a good partner in a variety of ways. The fact that he shared Harley’s love of things like the science museum was helpful too.

“Papa hasn’t done that before.” Harley’s words were still quiet but he was starting to go back to a more normal color which sent slightly mixed signals. “It’s okay. I think…I think he’d like to make you happy.”

“Oh.” I had questions but the image of my mother whacking the back of my head was a subtle hint that it wasn’t the time.

Would there ever be a time?

I wasn’t sure but it didn’t really matter.

I could help Harley since we both seemed to like that and Santos could…well…he could do whatever made him happy.

Eventually I’d have to ask about that, though, and with no mental smack to the back of my head, I knew it was the right decision.

After I’d gotten to orgasm, of course.

“Okay.” I gave our boy a quick peck and sat up, starting to strip off my shirt. “I can multitask and he’s nicely endowed. So it works.”

I’d be stubborn and figure Santos out later.

He couldn’t be that complicated. He was only a Dom and worked with logical problems, not even creative ones. His brain had to be very linear. I just had to figure out what line his train was on because we were not on the same track.

“There’s nothing wrong with it.” Santos’s firm words said he’d jumped his track but I was hiking and was nowhere near his train.

We needed to find a train museum…we’d all like that.

“I know.” Thankfully, Harley seemed to understand the issue, probably because he was the only one of us who’d gotten to orgasm so far. “There’s no right or wrong and it doesn’t make me feel bad. I…I haven’t either.”

Hadn’t what?

No more trains.

What were we talking about?

Asking wouldn’t be helpful, so I kept my mouth shut and stayed silent while Harley worked it out. “Most people don’t. It kind of only goes one way.”

Harley’s shrug said he wasn’t worried or upset, but I wasn’t sure he was thinking of trains either.

“It…” Santos paused before looking more relaxed again. “You’re right. Dally just sees things his own way and it’s given us more to think about.”

Clearly.

But what were they thinking about?

Did they want to go explore trains too?

I really needed to come or have a snack before any of their conversation would make sense and it was rude of them not to realize it.

Yes. This was definitely their fault and they were going to make it up to me later.