“I would have loved that.” Seb gave a sad smile but then brightened when he looked at his plate, “I hope you’ve been keeping count of the vegetables I’ve eaten and the kisses owed.”
“We promise not to skimp on the kisses, lovely boy.” In my heart I made a promise. We would shower Sebastian in as much affection that he could handle, and then some more.
CHAPTER FIVE
SEBASTIAN
Itouched my lips. The skin still tingled and felt warm from the kisses both Daddy Roe and Marco had rewarded me with. The carrots and sprouts, while still not my favourite thing to eat, tasted way better than the ones my mum had cooked. Roe said the secret to the carrots was honey. I liked them so much, the slight sweetness hiding the carroty taste enough that I could eat them. After dinner Daddy Roe dragged me upstairs to find clothes for me to wear while we played. Daddy Marco gave us both indulgent kisses and sent us upstairs. He said he was going to clean up the kitchen and meet us in the club.
Daddy Roe led me upstairs via the stairs from the kitchen. He said they came out closest to where they had their rooms. Upstairs was just as lovely as downstairs. The original wooden floors and beams gleamed as though they had been freshly waxed and polished. Daddy held my hand and led me through a large living room filled with plush looking sofas and bookshelves lining the walls, through to a huge bedroom dominated by a large four poster bed.
“Whoa, you could build the best hide away on that bed.” I darted forward to get a better look. There were piles of pillows on the bed as well as every sort of throw pillow imaginable. Iimmediately pictured having slumber parties in here with my plushies, pulling the rich velvet drapes that hung from the bed down and creating an amazing secret haven.
Daddy’s strong arms wrapped around my waist and I could feel him smiling as he kissed the nape of my neck.
“What are you imagining, sweetheart?”
“You’ll laugh.” I let out a soft oof as Daddy spun me in his arms till I was facing him, one of his hands coming up to cup my chin.
“Sebastian, we will never laugh at you or tease you for something you like. Now tell me the truth, what were you thinking about?”
I had to admit, the way he manhandled me, the serious look in his eye, and his firm tone all had me chubbing up more than a little bit. I answered honestly. “I was imagining having a sleepover, and how all my plushies could fit on the bed and there would still be room for you and Daddy Marco.”
“That sounds like fun, and I’m sure we could arrange a sleepover soon. In fact, the sooner the better.” Daddy rubbed his hands along my arms before kissing me briefly. “You are a very tempting man.” Daddy pulled away, smiling, and moved towards one of the large dressers that sat along the far wall. He came back holding a dark pair of track pants and a soft grey T-shirt and a warm looking pair of socks. “Now I’m going to go wait outside and give you some privacy to change, then we can head downstairs.”
Daddy laid the clothes on the bed but before he pulled away I grabbed his arm. Feeling brave and a bit nervous, I looked up at him.“Shouldn’t a Daddy help their boy get dressed? I mean it sounds like something a Daddy should do. But I could be wrong.” I didn’t bother to hide my hopeful smile.
Daddy’s fingers traced my jaw lightly. “Would you like that, little one? Would you like Daddy to help you get changed?”
“Yes, please.”
“All right, sweetheart. At any point if you feel uncomfortable, you can tell me to stop as we’ve not talked about safe words or limits yet.”
I brushed my fingers against his hand. “I promise I trust you both.”
“Thank you, sweetheart. As your Daddies we’re going to do everything to keep that trust. Now let me get you changed into your play clothes.”
I didn’t know where to look when Daddy started to unbutton my cardigan. I watched, transfixed as his long fingers unbuttoned each button and he ran his fingers over the soft wool.
“This is a lovely cardigan. The colour against your skin is spectacular.”
“Thank you, Daddy. It took me a long time to find the right wool and then to knit it.”
He carefully folded my cardigan and laid it on the foot of the bed. “Such a talented boy. Hmm, maybe I will finally have somebody to give all of Ambrosius’s wool to.”
I blinked, eager to know who Ambrosius was. Did my Daddies have a sheep hidden in the house? The thought made me giggle and Daddy looked at me, smiling.
“What’s so funny, little one?”
“Do you have a sheep hiding in the house? I didn’t see one when we came in.”
Daddy tipped his head back and laughed. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was so damn sexy, and his laugh made me feel all kinds of things.
“We actually do have a few sheep out in the paddocks behind the house, and two horses, but no. Ambrosius is not a sheep. He is a bad tempered, four footed, devil spawn.”
“He’s a llama who doesn’t like Roe very much.” Marco’s voice had us both turning to the door. He stood there smiling and watching us. “You two were taking so long I thought I would check in with you.”
“I asked Daddy to help me get changed.” I bounced on the soles of my feet with excitement.
