Chapter 15

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

ROMAN

“ B abe, come grab our boy. He’s wiggling around like a slippery eel and I can’t wash my hair,” Marco yelled out.

I knew the morning shower was going to be fun and games. We’d expected Sebastian to wake up tired and a little sore. What we hadn’t factored in was him waking full of energy, horny, and in Little space.

Walking into our bathroom, I had to stifle a laugh. Sebastian was plastered to Marco’s front, sucking hickies into Marco’s skin.

“Babe, if you don’t grab him I’m going to fuck him so hard he’s going to be bedridden for the rest of the day,” Marco pleaded.

I grabbed a towel and helped detach our slippery boy from Marco. I could understand his hesitance to take our boy again. Last night had been his first time, and he’d had us both fuck him hard, but he really didn’t seem any the worse for it.

“Daddy,” Sebastian whined, wiggling his sexy body against me as I tried to dry him off.

“What, baby?” I wrapped one of our thick bath sheets around him until only his head poked out.

“Why won’t Papa fuck me again?” Oh, the pout Sebastian gave was adorable.

“Well, because last night was the first time your little bottom was fucked, and Papa doesn’t want to hurt you,” I explained, grabbing another towel to dry Sebastian’s curls.

“But it feels so good when you do,” he reasoned, trying to turn the charm offensive on me.

I slid a hand under his towel and found his cute arse, tracing a finger along his crack. I continued down until I could slide my finger inside of him. He clamped down on my hand, and I had to control my own urges to finger fuck him until he cried. I was trying to prove a point to our naughty Little—that he would be too sore. But Sebastian moaned in my arms, trying to rock down on my finger.

I was at war with my protective nature, but the way Seb kept whining and rocking back made my mind up.

I slid my finger out and slapped his bottom. “Hold onto the counter and bend over.” Our cheeky little boy was going to possibly learn a lesson and get a rough morning fuck from his Papa, but I was going to make sure he was at least ready for when Marco pounded his arse.

I pulled the towel off Sebastian and grabbed the lube from the cabinet beneath the sink. I slicked my fingers up and slid them inside Seb without much warning. Our boy made a beautiful, needy moan.

“Marco, your little boy is being a needy slut.” Seb shivered under my touch, moaning softly. We’d checked off name calling but only in certain situations, and this was one of those situations. “Get your arse out of the shower and be ready to fuck our boy.”

Sebastian’s pretty cock was already rock hard but I wasn’t sure if Marco was going to be in the mood to let our boy come or not. We’d find out soon enough. The shower door was flung open and Marco walked out, dripping wet and sexy as ever. I continued to finger our boy as Marco stalked closer. I had a feeling Seb wouldn’t be the only one getting fucked this morning.

“Hold him open, love, this is going to be fast and rough,” Marco growled. I checked in the bathroom mirror to see Seb’s face blissed out as Marco forced himself inside.

The bathroom soon filled with Sebastian’s cries and Marco’s grunts. As promised, it didn’t take Marco long before he was filling our boy.

As he pulled out, I was ready to push inside Sebastian. He arched his back and sobbed as I slid in, Marco kissing me before stepping into the bedroom.

“I’m going to fill your arse, baby, and then Papa is going to slide a nice big plug inside you to keep you open for use all day.” Seb shivered under my hands.

“Yes, Daddy. I want that.”

I kissed his shoulder, catching his gaze in the mirror. I smiled, and was rewarded with a beautiful, tear-filled one from Sebastian.

“Such a good boy for us. When we’re done we’re going to dress you in a nice soft diaper and your favourite onesie.” I slowed my thrusts as I spoke, building up the anticipation, enjoying the fine edge I was balancing on.

“Please Daddy I need you.” Sebastian was openly sobbing now and one look in the mirror at his tear streaked face had me pumping my load into his arse.

Pulling out I gently, parted Seb’s cheeks to watch my come sliding out of his abused hole. I touched his rim gently, pulling at the edges to make sure there were no tears. Sebastian was so new to this, after all.

“Nice and pink,” Marco said, looking over my shoulder. He handed me the aloe to smooth over Seb’s tender hole, then the plug. Seb let out the cutest gulp as I nestled it inside him.

“There you go, nice and ready for when Papa or I need to use that sweet little hole.” I helped lift Sebastian up off the counter. He turned and nestled his head against my shoulder, his cock still hard.

I ran my fingers lightly over his cock. Sebastian shivered in my arms but didn’t move otherwise. A quick check, and his eyes had that far off look that I had so often seen in Submissives finding subspace. It made me happy to think of all the things we had yet to experience with Seb. He had already shown what an adorable, sweet Little he was, but I also suspected there was a sensual submissive hiding in there—not to mention a tiny bit of a pain slut that was already making Marco crazy.

Our smart, wonderful Sebastian. I lifted him up and carried him through to the bedroom. Marco had already been the perfect Papa and laid out one of the cute onesies we’d picked out for him to wear.

I kissed Marco softly as he helped me dress Sebastian. We worked in tandem, getting our beautiful boy into his cloth diaper which we had agreed he would try out today, and his llama patterned onesie. A total impulse buy a few weeks back, it had been languishing in my dream chest where I collected various things I hoped to give our Little. Seb had given such a yell of joy when he saw the onesie I knew it had to be some sort of sign that we were meant to be.

I wasn’t delusional. I knew that for a relationship like ours to work we were going to face comments from narrow minded people. But I had faith that the three of us had what it took to last, and I already had a fierce protectiveness burning in my chest for our amazing boyfriend.

That was what Seb was; he wasn’t just our boy or our Little, he was an important part of us already, and with a quick glance to Marco I could see the same hope in his eyes.

“Daddy, look.” Sebastian had Ambrosius by his halter and was walking him around the back yard like he was born to it. The shithead of a llama held his banana eared head high, looking like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. Traitorous beast had spent months trying to murder me, yet one look from Seb and he was as tame as a puppy.

“I think it’s an awesome idea,” Marco said, breaking me from my ruminations about the evil creature.

“Sorry, what’s an awesome idea?” I pulled my jacket tighter and leaned my head against Marco’s shoulder.

“Seb and Amby walking in the Christmas pageant on Thursday.” Marco laughed, fully aware I wasn’t really focused on what he was saying.

“I’m sorry love, but how the hell does Sebastian do it? In the space of an hour he has that recalcitrant ruminant eating out of his hand.”

“Think he’s a camelid.”

“Marco, not helping.” I couldn’t keep my pretence of annoyance. I was just too damn happy with life. “It’s disgustingly cute how doe eyed that damn llama is over Sebastian.”

“I just think that is the effect Seb has on everyone, love.” Marco pulled me into his arms and kissed me slowly before pulling back and smiling softly. “I’m pretty much the luckiest guy on the planet right now.”

“Ditto, babe.”