Page 21 of Would You Hold It Against Me: An MMM Age Play Daddy Romance (Blue Collar Daddies in the City Book 6)

FINN

We ended up back at my place on Sunday night. We had another night of movies and cuddles, and this time, we actually used the huge bathtub for some playtime, but we kept it non-penetrative.

As badly as I wanted to fuck Dylan—and maybe Cayson—I wanted there to be more of a commitment between us. And in order for that to happen, we needed a little bit more time.

Over the next week, we found excuses to see each other every night. Either Cayson and I went to Dylan’s to tuck him in or the two of them stayed over at my place.

On the nights we slept apart, I wondered why we were being so stubborn. It was clear that Dylan wanted to go all in from day one, and surprisingly, I was right there with him. We hadn’t had the conversation yet, but based on the tortured look in Cayson’s eyes every time he said goodbye to us, I was confident he felt the same way.

When Friday night rolled around again, I got home early enough to grill some steaks and vegetables for a proper dinner with my guys. As much as Dylan and Cayson wanted to live on pizza and takeout, I had to draw the line at four nights a week and needed to start putting some nutritional goals in place for them.

Cayson promoted his niece to manager and hired one of their cousins to come in and pick up the late shift so he was officially able to leave the restaurant by seven every evening.

Work had started to pick up for Dylan, and his hours were long and exhausting. Usually, he was just getting home and cleaned up by seven, so when they both walked through my door at six-thirty on the dot, I was happy we’d get to start our weekend so early.

I was just throwing the garlic bread in the oven to toast when Cayson appeared in the kitchen with Dylan at his side. “Fuck, it sure smells good in here.” He came up to me and gave me a rough kiss before stepping aside so Dylan could get his much gentler welcome-home kiss.

I’d given them the code to my front door so they didn’t knock when they came in. It was a small gesture, but it made everything feel more real between us. Like they belonged in my home.

Because they did.

“You guys have great timing. The bread just needs a few minutes, and then we’ll be ready to eat.”

“Good, cause I’m starving.” Dylan took off his coat and draped it over the back of a chair. “I had to skip lunch to get a job finished and… Everything smells so good. I can’t wait more than a few minutes.”

Cayson pulled Dylan to his chest and held his chin up so they were face to face. “You can’t skip meals, sweetheart. We’ve talked about this.”

Dylan’s lower lip popped out. It seemed he had begun to regress almost as soon as he walked through the door. It had been like that lately. He was only in his grown-up headspace at work and when we were out in public. But as soon as we were behind closed doors, he instantly went to his Little space and became our sweet boy. “Sometimes I don’t have time.”

Cayson brushed his thumb over Dylan’s jaw. “You need to make time, boy. You took your lunch with you this morning, right?”

Dylan bit his lip, and his eyes dropped to Cayson’s chest. “I maybe forgot.”

Cayson shook his head and glanced at me. That was my cue to step in. Apparently, I was the bad cop in moments like this. The disciplinarian.

“Dylan, baby. That’s one of our rules. You don’t get to skip meals, even when you’re busy. If you forgot your lunch, you should’ve let one of us know or gone to pick something up, but not eating all day isn’t an option.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” he said quietly.

I stepped into their embrace and wrapped my palm around the back of his head, turning him to face me. “I know you are, but there are consequences regardless.”

Dylan’s eyes got glassy, and he swallowed hard. “You’re mad at me?”

I shook my head and rubbed across his cheek to catch the tear that had escaped. “No, baby, we’re not mad at you, but it’s not okay to forget the rules. And what did we decide the consequences were going to be?”

“Spanking…” He said it like he wasn’t sure, looking between me and Cayson.

“That’s right.” I sighed, not sure how this was going to go but a bit excited to test out this next stage of our dynamic. “I’d do it now, but since you need to eat, we’ll have dinner first. After that, we’ll handle your punishment. Okay?”

Dylan nodded but didn’t say another word.

I sensed his insecurity, so I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his temple, right above his ear. “This is important to us, baby.” I paused to look at Cayson, making sure I was on the right track.

He held my gaze, silently communicating that we were together in this.

I leaned my head on Cayson’s shoulder and looked right into Dylan’s eyes. “Because we love you.”

Dylan’s breath hitched and more tears began to fall as the tension eased from his body. “I love you too.” He looked up at Cayson and clasped each of our hands in his. “Both of you. And I’m sorry. I won’t skip meals anymore.”

Cayson smiled and leaned forward to kiss his mouth. “We know you won’t, sweetheart. You’re such a good boy.” He pulled back and stared into his eyes. “I can’t believe we found each other. I love you so much.” He turned to me and winked before he gave me a hard kiss on the lips. “You too, Sir Daddy.”

Skipping dinner never sounded so good, but I definitely couldn’t do it after that whole lecture. “Let’s eat so we can get to the fun parts.”

After dinner and a quick shower, we went straight to my bed.

I considered using a different room for punishments because I didn’t want Dylan to associate anything bad with our bed, but Dylan had been half hard and antsy throughout the shower, so I had a feeling he was as excited about the spanking as he was nervous for it.

He needed to know that we cared for him enough to punish him when he didn’t take care of himself, and I was confident tonight would be the night we took things further…physically.

Case and I had briefly discussed how we would handle this, so I put a towel over my lap and sat on the edge of my bed before I called Dylan over to me. “On my lap, baby.”

His dick was still semi hard, so I didn’t feel guilty as he slowly lowered himself across my lap and turned his face to watch as Cayson sat down in the armchair across from us.

Cayson still had a towel wrapped around his waist, but as soon as he sat down and spread his legs, his thick cock was on display for us. It was a fucking beautiful view.

I rubbed my hand in a circle over Dylan’s plump ass cheeks and then placed my other hand on his shoulder. “Are you ready, baby?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And we can trust that you’ll use your safeword if you need to?” That was something else we’d discussed ad nauseam, and Dylan understood why it was important.

He sat up on his elbows and looked me in the eye. “Yes, sir. I promise I will.”

I gave him a soft smile as he laid back down and watched Cayson reach for his balls, cupping them for our entertainment as much as for his own pleasure.

After another moment of gentle rubs, I lifted my palm off his ass and slapped his right cheek with medium pressure.

A high-pitched yelp escaped our boy’s throat, but he didn’t move otherwise, so I repeated the motion on his other cheek.

I experimented with different levels of pressure and different places on his pinkening skin, and when he started rocking against the mattress, I knew he was close to climaxing.

“Baby boy, you’re not allowed to come during this, okay. Not this time.”

Cayson was stroking his cock and staring right at us, obviously just as close.

I traced my finger down Dylan’s crack and tapped at his opening. “Maybe it’s time to let Daddy inside here. What do you think?”

“Yes, please.” Dylan nodded emphatically as he turned to look at me. “Yes, I need a cock in my ass. Preferably two.”

I had to smile. Our boy was definitely enthusiastic.

Cayson stopped stroking himself and curled his fist around the base of his dick as he slowed things down. His eyes met mine, questioning me.

I watched his expression, looking for any hesitation or doubt. “Are you ready for this, babe?”

“Fuck yeah, I am.” He smirked. “I’ve been ready.”

I slid my forearms underneath Dylan and lifted him a few inches so I could drop a kiss on his perfectly pink ass. “Okay, baby. Get up on the bed so we can get you ready to take Daddy’s fat cock.”

While Dylan got into position, I grabbed the condoms from my nightstand, the same ones that had been waiting there all week to get some use. I tossed them and the lube onto the bed so they were close by when we needed them.

Cayson was suddenly standing right beside me. He pulled me up against his chest, kissing me hard as his fingers kneaded my ass. “You know I want this ass too someday, right?” He pulled back and rested his forehead on mine. “But tonight, will you fuck me?”

I wasn’t expecting that, but I wasn’t completely surprised. Just fucking happy about it. I kissed him again, doing my best to be present in this moment. “Anything you want, Case. I love you.”

His mouth smashed against mine, and his tongue tasted every corner of my mouth before he pulled away. “Fuck, I love you too, Finn. And I fucking love hearing you say that.”

“Get used to it because I plan to say it a lot.”