“May you what, love?”
Sebastian reached for my cock, his fingers curling lightly around my shaft, the butterfly feeling of his fingers enticing and erotic. He looked up at me from under his lashes, a lovely dusting of red colouring his cheeks. “I want to suck your cock please, Daddy.”
Touching his face, I moved my hand to pull the bun down that held Sebastian’s glorious curls at bay. “You may, beautiful.Just take your time, just like Daddy and Papa showed you last night.”
“I can do that.” Seb nodded slowly, bringing his lips to the head of my cock.
“That’s it, baby boy. No rush, get Daddy nice and wet.” My head tipped back as Sebastian took more of me into the sweet embrace of his mouth, his tongue tracing and caressing my length. As much as I would have loved to thrust forward and fuck his face, I wanted to also savour these moments together.
Threading my fingers through his curls I gently tugged, forcing him to gag a little, but that didn’t seem to deter him in the slightest. He took me deeper again, gagging but taking more each time. I could sense when he grew bolder, trying to take me deeper into his throat, and I was so proud of him. I made sure to keep the praise going. He nearly brought me to my knees when he hollowed his cheeks and tongued my slit like a greedy kitten.
“Baby, do you want Daddy to be rougher?”
Sebastian’s pupils were blown wide, and his curls bounced as he nodded wildly.
“What do you do if you want me to stop?” I slowed my thrusts, watching Sebastian’s face. He looked almost euphoric, his lips and nose pressed against my pubes, but his eyes lifted up to hold my gaze. He tapped my hip three times, as we had agreed his non-verbal safe word would be.
“Deep breath, baby. Daddy’s not going to take it easy on you.” I slid my cock deeper than before, and Seb opened his throat wider, caressing and squeezing my length. It wasn’t going to be a marathon, not with how Seb was milking my cock. A sound to the side of me had me turn my head slightly. Marco stood in the doorway, his eyes hooded, casually stroking himself as he watched us.
Being watched by the man I loved while the man I was falling for was on his knees sucking my cock was one of the biggest turnons of my life. Everything we did with Sebastian added a new and special element to us.
I started fucking Seb’s throat faster, and our gorgeous man moaned around my cock. The fingers he had on my hip dug in, pulling me towards him as if he was egging me to go faster and harder.
“That’s it, baby boy,” I cooed as I felt my orgasm climbing. “Open wide for Daddy.” Sebastian, my obedient boy, opened his mouth as I pulled out slightly before I came, coating his tongue and lips as I did. He made the sweetest noise before his eyes fluttered open and he saw Marco.
“Did you enjoy the show, Papa?” I couldn’t get over how naturally sensual Sebastian was, the soft smile that played across his lips begging for me to kiss my cum off them, but Marco beat me to it. Kneeling down between us he kissed Sebastian slowly before pulling away and turning to kiss my stomach.
“It was the best show ever. If I hadn’t promised your Daddy not to tear your arse up your first time, I’d be fucking you on this floor right now.”
Sebastians cheeks flushed at Marco’s words and his smile grew larger. “But you’re not saying never, right?”
“You are fucking perfect.” Marco kissed Sebastian again, this time slower but no less hungry, before he stood and pulled me into his arms to kiss me. Kissing Marco was like riding a tsunami. It swept you up carrying you away. In the years we’d been together he’d never lost his intensity or desire for me, or I for him.
“The same goes for you, you know.”
He smirked when he heard the water splash behind us. “Really hope you’re not playing with your cock, baby boy, that’s against the rules and I would hate to have to punish you for it.” Marco’s grin was downright devilish.
“We’ll if you didn’t want me touching it, Daddy shouldn’t have taken the cage off now, should he?” I caught Marco’s eye and cracked up laughing. Oh gods, our boy did have some spark to him.
“Tell me he is purposefully baiting me to swat his arse,” Marco said.
“You know, it sounds a lot like he is, babe,” I answered.
“Well for now he can keep his hands occupied washing Daddy’s back but I think maybe after this we might have to give him a little taste of what spankings are like. What do you think, Sebastian?”
I swore I could hear Seb gulp behind me. “I want to say no way, but I also really really want to know, because the thought makes me horny.”
Marco laughed as he stripped his clothes off and climbed into the tub with us. To be honest it was more of a small plunge pool than a bath. We could fit the three of us comfortably, and right now I was incredibly thankful for that as Marco sat back against the edge of the tub and smiled.
CHAPTER TWELVE
SEBASTIAN
Iswallowed nervously, fiddling with the ends of the towel wrapped around my waist. Papa sat at the end of the bed dressed similarly in only a towel as he waited for me to come over to him.
“If you are uncertain, Sebastian, we can try this at another time.” Daddy gave me a kind smile. I didn’t want to try it at another time. I wanted to know what it felt like now. I’d asked Lilly if her Mummy had ever spanked her, and her eyes had lit up and she’d kind of had this dreamy look when she saidyes.
While we were in the bath washing each other—I say washing, but there was a damn sight more touching than actually washing and I definitely wasn’t going to complain—Papa and Daddy told me about the difference between punishment spankings and erotic ones, and also how sometimes a spanking could help settle a person’s nerves or help calm their brain down, and I really liked the sound of that.
