I was the first out of the shower, grabbing thick bath sheets from the heated rack and holding them out for Marco and Seb, then grabbing another towel to dry Seb’s hair.
Sebastian was drooping by the time we had finished, leaning back against me as I rubbed his curls dry. His body was totally lax and his eyes were nearly shut.
Marco scooped him up into his arms and carried him through to our bedroom where he laid him down in the middle of the bed. Marco slipped in on his side, curling around Sebastian and resting a hand over Seb’s hip, smiling at me as I joined them in bed.
Sebastian wiggled around until his head was laying on my chest and one of his legs was thrown over my hip. He let out a pleased sigh.
“Happy, baby boy?”
Seb nodded, pressing a kiss to my bare chest. “Very happy. Only one thing would make it even better.”
“Oh, and what is that?” I asked gently, running my fingers through Seb’s slightly damp hair.
“Well, I didn’t get a chance to thank you properly for the blow job, or well, the shower.” Seb fluttered his lashes as he looked up at me. “And I think if I got to blow you and Papa, it would really help me sleep.”
“Baby, you don’t have to. This is not tit for tat. I enjoyed what we did immensely and I don’t expect or demand reciprocation.”
Seb let out a loud huff, causing Marco to chuckle. “You don’t agree, sprite?”
“Oh I do, but also I think I should be allowed to blow you both.” Sebastian winked mischievously before licking one of my exposed nipples. Oh, this delightful dirty boy.
“Alright, beautiful boy, let Daddy sit up. I want to watch you, and perhaps Papa might give you a hand.” I fluttered my lashes and Marco barked out a laugh.
“You’re just being greedy.” Marco leaned in and kissed me, I couldn’t stop myself smiling into the kiss.
“Maybe, but you love me anyway.” I pulled Marco down alongside me so we could watch Sebastian give his first blow job. We were going to be part of so many firsts with Sebastian, and my heart already felt two sizes too big when I looked at him.
Marco’s fingers grazed my nipples while Seb slowly nibbled and licked his way down my torso. He would occasionally glance up seeking reassurance, which I readily gave. He was naturally seductive as he ran his fingertips along my length, gathering up a pearl of precum that had gathered onto his fingertips and bringing it to his lips. His eyes widened and a soft smirk gathered as he tasted it.
“Mmm, you taste good, Daddy.” Seb leaned forward, fixing his gaze onto Marco and I before he ran his tongue along my length.
“Sexy little brat.” Marco reached out and grasped my length. “Open wide, sprite, and stick that cute little tongue out. It’s time for your first lesson.” I loved when Marco switched on his bossy Daddy, and by the flush on Seb’s cheeks I guessed he did too.
When the warmth of Seb’s lips closed around my cock I had to take a deep breath and stop myself from thrusting roughly into his warm welcoming mouth.
“Use your tongue to get Daddy’s cock nice and wet, baby boy.” I clutched the sheets when Seb’s warm mouth closed around the head of my cock. His wicked little tongue lapped at my slit like a greedy kitten.
Marco leaned over and kissed me while he stroked Sebastian’s curls, guiding his head gently Sebastian opened his mouth a little wider, taking more of me inside.
Seb made up with enthusiasm which he lacked with skill and he was already showing himself to be a quick learner. Each time he took me a little deeper using his tongue to caress and tease my length. I wasn’t going to last long. I could already feel the pleasant tightening of my balls that heralded my impending orgasm.
“Baby boy I’m going to come.” I gave Seb’s hair a gentle tug giving him the chance to pull away but instead he increased his suction taking me deeper into his throat.
I was spilling down his throat before I knew it and Sebastian took it like I was giving him the most precious gift. I was feeling almost boneless when I dragged Sebastian up for a kiss. I could taste my come and the sweet taste that was uniquely Sebastian.
We didn’t kiss long before Sebastian was crawling over to take Marco into his mouth. The loud moan Marco made telling me he was going to fall in love with our boy’s gorgeous mouth just like I had. I closed my eyes listening to the delicious sounds of my husband fucking our boy’s throat and decided things really couldn’t get much better in life.
CHAPTER NINE
SEBASTIAN
Iwas stifling. I felt like I was lying between two furnaces but I didn’t want to move. If there was such a thing as heaven it had to feel like this. My throat ached a little bit, but it was perfect. I licked my lips, imagining I could still taste Daddy and Papa’s come on my lips.
Papa and Daddy were making cute snoring sounds, both still deeply asleep. Maybe I could sneak downstairs and make breakfast. I liked the idea of being able to do something nice for my Daddies. Somehow I needed to slip out of bed without them noticing. My clothes and play clothes were sitting on the dresser. Daddy had folded them all up after we had showered. I didn’t feel like wearing my jeans today, not if I was going to be my Daddies’ best boy all weekend. I wanted to be comfortable. Later today we were going to go back to my flat to get my things for the weekend. I couldn’t wait to show my stuffies the playroom. But laying here thinking about that wasn’t going to help me get out of this bed and get downstairs.
I managed to get myself out from under their arms and on top of the blankets. Now I just needed to get off the bed and downstairs before they woke. Maybe I could make them someof Gran’s special waffles. I was certain they would have the ingredients in the kitchen downstairs.
I wiggled my way down to the foot of the bed. I could do this. I stifled a giggle as Daddy snorted and mumbled, rolling towards Papa. I slid out of bed and tiptoed to the dresser, grabbing the sweat pants and hooded sweatshirt Daddy had given me to wear the night before. Quickly getting dressed, I risked a look back at the bed. Papa and Daddy were sound asleep. Papa’s long hair had escaped his braid and was spread out over his face and pillow like blond spider webs. He had a foot poking out of the covers and I was pretty sure I saw the pale curve of his bum showing from where the duvet had slipped down. He’d told me he was a hot sleeper last night and always had to have something sticking out from the covers. He’d said it with a cheeky grin and Daddy had thrown a cushion at him.
