Page 17 of Their Little Helper (The Lactin Brotherhood #22)

HARLEY

Daddy was confused…I just wasn’t sure about what.

Maybe everything?

Did he not understand that Papa had never nursed from anyone before?

Papa was a giver not a taker but he didn’t seem to want to give either.

I’d never met anyone who saw things like Daddy did, and I wasn’t sure what I was. Papa didn’t seem to mind that, though. He was definitely thinking about everything Daddy had said, but he didn’t look weird or worried, just confused still.

He’d never met anyone like Daddy either.

But we’d clearly needed Daddy to pull us together, so I knew we’d figure him out.

“We can think about it later.” And then I could figure out how to ask about his physical issues. He’d made it seem like he lactated but his reactions weren’t like anyone I’d met at the Lactin Brotherhood get-togethers so far. “I think Daddy needs…attention.”

He had started to grumble about trains and snacks as he tugged on the front of his pants and he didn’t seem pleased with the conversation even though he was still obviously hard. My attempt at helping had him crossing his arms over his chest. “ He needs a lot of attention and a snack.”

Was that him saying he was hungry or wanting to suck on me?

Both?

He looked cranky enough that the food thing might actually be an issue and not just a way to do something fun.

Papa raised one eyebrow as he looked at Daddy and I had a feeling he was thinking the same thing. “You know…”

Focusing back on me, he frowned and pretended to ignore Daddy. “For someone who wants attention, he’s certainly not being very nice. He’s glaring at me and still has most of his clothes on.”

Papa had a point but it made Daddy start grumbling again. “Fucking trains. Had to be on another whole damned line. All I need is a fucking and a snack and attention. It’s not that hard.”

I was pretty sure I’d missed something about the trains because I didn’t think we were going anywhere, but he didn’t seem to be in the right frame of mind to ask. No. Daddy needed to calm down before he did something he was going to regret.

“I want cuddles, Daddy.” Yes. I could help with part of his problems even if I was missing a lot of the details. Trains? “You…you promised me naked cuddles, though.”

Brave boys helped their Daddies.

Brave boys helped their Papas calm down their Daddies.

Brave boys talked about naked things and orgasms.

I was not brave enough for the universe to have given me two partners.

“I did?” Daddy stopped grumbling and frowned, looking from me to his pants and back to me again. “Daddies keep promises.”

I was pretty sure that had been mentioned somewhere, so I didn’t feel bad about it maybe not being the full truth. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome.” He kissed my cheek, still studying me and probably thinking about trains or the promises he might’ve made.

Papa couldn’t seem to decide if he was going to sigh or roll his eyes, but watching Daddy start stripping off his pants fixed some of his problems too.

The fact that Daddy didn’t seem to own any full-size underwear helped as well.

It distracted Papa so thoroughly he forgot he was frustrated and Daddy forgot all about the trains which improved both of their moods. All it took was one look at Papa for Daddy to lose track of everything but getting what he wanted.

And that was not trains.

Little me wanted to giggle and liked the snack idea because he was hungry too.

Big me wanted to giggle at how they flirted with each other because it was cute and I was amazed by how they could do it.

All of me was still thinking about food and was wondering if Papa had chicken nuggets and if I was really going to get another orgasm.

Daddy had kind of promised that earlier but it sounded like a silly promise not a real one.

He knew naked cuddles were a real promise, though, because he stripped off his tiny undies and that made both of them happy. “Free at last.”

Papa rolled his eyes but he wanted to smile as Daddy threw himself over me and smiled wider. “Cuddles for my boy.”

Wiggling his bottom, Daddy winked at me. “And a needy hole for your Papa.”

If Papa kept rolling his eyes they were going to break.

“If you keep wiggling that ass I’m going to spank it.” Grumbling, Papa was studying Daddy’s bottom but he reached for the lube on the nightstand.

He hadn’t even hidden it…not even in a drawer.

“Promises. Promises.” Daddy moaned when Papa followed through with his promise. “That’s so good.”

Really?

Daddy looked like he’d just eaten the best dessert, so maybe the internet hadn’t lied?

“Again.” Daddy’s demanding tone had Papa imagining doing naughty things to him, and probably punishing him, but he gave Daddy what he wanted and made a pop sound that sent a shiver through me. “So good.”

Daddy curled his body into my chest, nuzzling against me as he pushed his bottom up again. “Don’t worry, baby. I…I know my limits and Pokey is going to give me exactly what I want.”

“Brat.” Papa thought he was a brat but he also gave him what he wanted…so was being a brat a bad thing or not?

I had questions but Daddy was distracted and Papa was still frustrated, so it wasn’t the time to figure anything out.

Maybe after Daddy got nuggets too?

Everybody had nuggets, right?

Oh.

“Yes, that’s my good boy.” Daddy licked my nipple again, making happy sounds as my letdown had milk beading at the tip. “Gonna take good care of Daddy’s tummy and Pokey is going to take care of the rest of me.”

“High.” Smack. “Fucking.” Smack. “Maintenance.”

Between moans, Daddy wrapped his lips around my nipple and made happy sounds as he drank down my milk and Papa took care of his bottom. Daddy might need a lot of attention but I liked that we were the ones to give it to him.

And I really liked how good it felt when he sucked on me and when he wiggled.

Naked cuddles were the best kind…he was so smart.

He seemed smart about how to get Papa to give him what he wanted too because in between spanks, Papa stripped off his clothes. He was grumbling about attention-whore brats and being naughty but that didn’t seem to mean what I thought it had since Daddy was getting what he wanted.

That was another thing I might have to ask about later or at least look up online, but Daddy was too distracting and felt too good. He made me feel hot and relaxed and snuggled and important. He needed me and he needed Papa.

He needed me so good he even made me moan as he sucked harder and started rocking his hips to rub his hard cock against my softer one. He’d been right. Naked cuddles and nursing him made it try to get attention just like Daddy had said.

His rubbing and the way Papa was so hard helped too.

So did the way Daddy moaned when Papa put his fingers in him. We all liked that, though, so I didn’t have to worry about looking silly. Daddy’s happy sound sent tingles through me and it made Papa look fierce as his hand moved faster.

And that made Daddy moan again.

Round and round they went with moans and wiggles and happy sounds and more moans.

But Papa took his time making Daddy happy until it started to make Daddy frustrated and he pulled off my nipple. “For fuck’s sake.”

Daddy was naughty and got another spank, but it made Papa look like a pirate who was ready to do wicked things. “That’s right. It’s my fucking decision when to fuck you.”

They were both using naughty words but that was okay since they weren’t fighting.

Daddy was going to let his personality out but Papa spanked him again and looked like a very bossy pirate as he glared at Daddy. He even grabbed himself and played with it just to make Daddy crazy. “Don’t test me.”

Or what?

Would he not make Daddy happy?

Would he make Daddy wait more?

Did Daddy know what the threat was?

He grumbled and switched sides to nurse on the other one, but he didn’t say anything as he pushed his bottom back to Papa. I wasn’t sure if he was giving up being naughty or not, but it made Papa happy and that seemed to make him go faster.

But Daddy wasn’t happy about getting what he wanted.

He kept grumbling and fussing against my chest until Papa moved closer between our legs and gave Daddy exactly what he’d been demanding.

It still didn’t make Daddy happy but it made him happy .

Very happy.

Moans and wiggles and sighs and grunts kind of happy.

Then Papa decided he wasn’t frustrated anymore and then they both wrestled and wiggled over me as Daddy made me feel so good I got floaty. I must’ve gotten distracted because then I wasn’t floaty and they were both cuddling me.

There was lots of mess but that was okay because there were lots of cuddles.

“That was amazing.” Daddy kept doing little squirms, smiling to himself when he wiggled. “All hungers satisfied.”

Did that mean he didn’t want chicken nuggets?

“Are you full, Papa?” Daddy was still stretched over me like a sticky blanket but Papa wrapped himself around us both and kissed my head. “I’m not full. I want nuggets.”

Papa blinked. “I can get you nuggets.”

“Good. I’m big hungry, Papa.” Hmm. “But I’m not cranky like Daddy was, so I don’t need a spanking.”

Daddy started grumbling about rewards and not being a punishment, but Papa chuckled and I got another kiss.

“I’m glad you’re not cranky. But we still need to get you a snack and then how about we play?

I have crayons and some coloring books for you or we can watch cartoons.

I can even have something like Legos or blocks delivered if that’s what we want to do. ”

“I like coloring. I like Legos too. That was fun. I…I like cars.” I liked lots of stuff. “I like cartoons too. I like nice cartoons. Not the scary ones where people fight.”

Lots of cartoons had scary stuff.

Papa frowned and I got another head kiss. “No scary for our boy. We’re going to get some chicken nuggets delivered and then we’ll play.”

Delivered?

“Don’t you have nuggets? You’re a Papa.”

Didn’t they all have nuggets?

“I have nuggets.” Daddy lifted his head and kissed my cheek. “We’ll get Papa sorted out. Don’t worry. He’s got stuff to play with, though, and a big TV for cartoons. I bet he gets lots of channels and streaming services. He can probably find us all kinds of cartoons.”

“Of course I can.” Papa huffed and puffed like a big bear. “I even have books we can read to Harley. My focus last night was for practical things like cups and coloring books because I can always get food delivered once I knew what he wanted.”

That was smart.

I gave Papa a cheek kiss and smiled. “You’re a good planner, Papa.”

Oh, I was so smart too because Papa stopped being mad. “Thank you, sweetie.”

“Alright, we’ve got this covered.” Daddy sat up, wanting to be a good planner too. “Pokey’s going to order chicken nuggets for you and a burger for me. Then we’re going to get a shower so we can play without being messy.”

“You’re sticky.” And he made me sticky too. “Are you big sticky?”

Daddy giggled and started climbing off the bed. “I’m sticky everywhere and I don’t think Pokey wants me to make a mess on his sheets.”

Papa rolled his eyes, snuggling me closer. “Sheets can be washed.”

Daddy snorted. “Cuddle Harley. Order nuggets. Join me in the shower. This isn’t rocket science.”

Daddy was bossy.

“Somehow he’s a bigger pain in the butt when he’s satisfied than when he was demanding to come.” Papa huffed, pressing his face against my neck. “I’m going to ignore it because I’m feeling very generous.”

And probably too tired to spank Daddy again.

Papa looked like he needed a nap.

“You’re a good partner, Papa.” He was so good I gave him head kisses too. “You gave Daddy what he needed and you’re going to get me nuggets.”

Hopefully before he fell asleep.

“And you’re going to get me not-sticky.” Daddy made a mess. “And you got me coloring stuff.”

Papa chuckled and gave me a snuggly cuddle. “And I got you some sippy cups and some pajamas with animals on them.”

“Oh.” I liked animals. “I like animals, Papa. Do…do…pajamas mean sleepovers?”

I didn’t know but Papa and Daddy liked questions, so I knew I should ask.

“Can I have my cup? Does my cup have animals on it? What else did you get me?” No one had ever bought me special stuff. “I have a cup with rainbows on it and one with cars at my ’partment. What do I have here, Papa?”

I was going to get stuff here and there and everywhere.

Ha. I was funny like Dr. Suess.

Oh, Papa got me books.

And cups and pajamas and coloring stuff…having a Papa and a Daddy was going to be great.