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The first two positions had been relatively easy to fill. Of the many applicants, two had outshone
the rest, and Finch had hired them on the spot. In addition to understanding how they were to
fit into Hugh’s household, neither was squeamish around rodents and both seemed to be the
unflappable sort, who would take Hugh’s more unusual whims in stride.
The nanny, on the other hand, was giving Finch problems. None of them seemed quite right
and he wasn’t sure how to pick. He thought that he might have to cast out with a greater net.
The problem, of course, was that dragon nannies were used to whelps. He should have thought
to ask the Dragonet Club when they’d last come to visit, but at the time he’d been suffering
from pregnancy brain and hadn’t managed to do anything productive with the meeting at all
apart from inquiring after Peregrine, who was absent. Again. Finch couldn’t remember for the
life of him what Ignatius had said concerning Peregrine’s whereabouts, but out of all of them,
Peregrine was the one who most effortlessly floated through life, so Finch was sure it was
nothing to worry about. He made a mental note to get in touch with him to make sure all was
well, and also to get in touch with Walter, who was the most likely to have suggestions as to
where he might find a suitable nanny.
The note would have to be enough for today because the firm hand, then hot mouth, on his
cock made hiring staff seem like a completely unimportant task.
“Sir,” Finch moaned. Hugh was so extremely talented in this particular department. Not that
Finch had much—or any—experience with lovers besides Hugh. Maybe he was typical of the
species. But somehow, Finch thought it wasn’t possible Hugh could be a typical anything.
Hugh hummed, then did something unspeakable with his tongue. The phone fell, unheeded,
from Finch’s now nerveless fingers. A sensation was building inside of him that wasn’t entirely
his own, and it enhanced the pleasure Hugh gave him a hundredfold until everything was all
Hugh and love and pleasure beyond his wildest imaginings.
Finch, pushed over the edge, came easily and obediently into Hugh’s mouth. Hugh sucked on
him until he’d wrung out every last drop and Finch was near to howling from the intense
overstimulation. He blanked out for a few seconds, and when he came to, Hugh’s mouth had
trailed wetly over his balls and down to his hole. Showing the same enthusiasm as he did when
Cook made Funfetti fairy cakes for pudding, Hugh devoured Finch.
Hugh let some of Finch’s cum slide from his mouth and onto Finch’s hot, needy hole and used
