Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR

ROMAN

W atching Sebastian with Marco, I was having a hard time holding my excitement for the future at bay. They looked amazing together. Telling myself to give Sebastian space and not dive in head first was going to be more of a challenge than I had anticipated. I couldn’t wait to take him to the play room and see him experience his first playtime with Daddies. I chuckled at my own excitement, and catching Marco’s eye I guessed he was feeling it too—the urge to comfort and protect Seb, to show him what it was truly like to be our boy.

But first I was going to help Sebastian connect with the adorable Little he’d barely had time to know.

“Set those at the end of the table. You can sit at the end and Marco and I can sit either side,” I instructed, watching him move to do exactly what I said. It didn’t take terribly long between the three of us to have the table laden with food. I shared a smile with Marco. It had been too long since we’d had company for dinner. Most nights we were upstairs in the small kitchenette, ample for small meals. When I wanted to bake something or make a fancier meal I came downstairs, but most of the time we settled for eating in the kitchenette during the week.

I deliberately set everything out in platters and bowls, not knowing Sebastian’s food choices and interested to see what he would pick. He laughed as Marco took heaping spoonfuls of peas and carrots and several large slices of beef. Sebastian’s eyes grew wide at the sheer amount of food Marco put on his plate. I was used to how much Marco could put away, but I found it amusing to watch other people react, and Seb didn’t let me down, gaping in open awe as Marco heaped more food onto his plate.

“I think I might burst if I tried to eat that much,” Seb joked, then smiled. “Well, unless it was chocolate cake. I think I could be the champion at eating that.”

“Just not M&Ms. We’ve seen what happens when you try to eat them too fast.” I was delighted with the blush Seb gave at my comment.

“Well it kind of worked out. You both rushed to save me from choking and got all Daddy about it.” Seb wiggled his brows as he brought a slice of beef up to his mouth.

Barking out a laugh, Marco shook his head. “While it did work out to our benefit, no choking on things, unless it’s our co?—”

“ Marco ,” I chastised, laughing. I darted my eyes towards Sebastian and instead of being horrified he was laughing.

He held his fork up, laden with broccoli gratin, and smiled. “Well, seeing I’ve never done what Daddy Marco is hinting at I’m pretty certain choking and spluttering may happen, but hey, a boy’s gotta learn.” He gave me a look of wide eyed innocence as he ate his food, and Marco, damn him, just grinned like the cat that had gotten the entire container of cream.

“Heathens, the both of you.” My response was received with more muffled laughter. “Okay, so we got you here to get to know you, but also show you what the club’s like without everyone here. You said you’ve not had very much experience with kink or the lifestyle?”

Sebastian nodded, taking a slow sip of his water. “I didn’t really know anything about kink or ageplay while I was living at home. I’ve always loved my stuffies and when I was small my grandmother gave me this adorable tea set. I loved having tea parties with all my teddies. Even when I got older, if I had a bad day at school or college I’d pull out the tea set and play with my teddies until I didn’t feel so bad. My parents freaked out when they caught me. My dad threw the set and my teddies out into the rubbish, and gave me a thrashing for being a weird little freak.” He lowered his glass and sighed. “I snuck out and got them back before the bin men came. I hid them in one of my old school bags. They were among the only things I took with me when my parents kicked me out.”

I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out and touching Sebastian’s hand. How many young people suffered because of their parents’ or families’ unwillingness to accept them for who they were?

Seb looked at us both and smiled sadly. “Things sucked for a while, but the silver lining was I found Miss Rose and Lilly. I may have lost one family but I gained another.”

“You are an amazing young man, Seb.” Marco said what I was thinking and feeling.

“You need to go with what you have. Living at home I would never have been free to be myself. So, in an odd way, I’m kind of thankful to them for kicking me out.” Seb smiled down at his plate. “Besides, it meant I got to meet the two of you.”

“And that, sweetheart, we are very grateful for,” I answered, reaching over the table to grab Marco’s hand with my free one. “After all the things Lilly had told us about you, to find out you were just as sweet and intelligent in person, we both knew that we had to take the opportunity to get to know you.”

Seb looked at both of us with a slight frown turning down his full lips. “I’m totally out of my depth here, and I know what I’m like. I’ll get attached too fast and become totally clingy. So if you guys are only looking for something short term, I will need you to be honest.” Seb was obviously nervous, but he’d spoken up and not hidden his reservations.

“Roe and I both respect your honesty, and we promise every step of the way we won’t hide anything from you. I’m not a fortune teller so I can’t say what the future holds for us, but I’m not counting anything out.”

I smiled over at Marco, his simple straightforward answer saying exactly how I felt. It was easy to get in deep in the sort of relationships that formed within the kink community. They happened fast, and often deep emotional bonds could form which came from exploring kinks and fetishes. You had to put a lot of trust in a partner or partners, and feelings could often develop and not necessarily be romantic. But I felt in my heart that the feelings that were already developing, even if they were only in the embryonic stage, were definitely romantic. Seb was like a perfect puzzle piece that slotted into the life Marco and I wanted.

“I’m excited to see the playroom.”

I couldn’t help but grin at Seb’s shyly spoken words. I was incredibly proud of the Littles space we’d created inside the club, a cosy oasis in our kinky paradise. I couldn’t wait for Sebastian’s reaction when he saw it.

The conversation flowed easily. Seb and Marco discovered they both shared a love for disaster films. Seb’s eyes lit up when he talked about the store and Lilly, and his excitement when he described the designs he was working on for a range of play clothes for Littles. I loved the idea, and could imagine how the Littles in our community would clamber for one-off original play clothes.

Sebastian moved his fork around on his plate, not really eating anything. I wondered if he’d gotten so swept up in conversation that he’d forgotten to eat or whether it was nerves, but it pinged my Daddy urges.

“Seb, you’ve barely touched your meal. Don’t you like it?”

Seb’s eyes darted down to his plate and his brow furrowed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be wasteful.”

“You’re nothing of the sort, but I imagine remembering to eat when you’re engrossed in conversation is a problem.”

He grinned and nodded. “I tend to forget to eat a lot.”

“Well, lucky you have two Daddies who will help make sure you don’t skip meals.” I looked at his plate purposefully then back to Seb. “I don’t know all your food preferences yet but once I do, I’d like to make sure you don’t skip meals, and that you have a few meals that don’t consist of cup noodles.”

Seb somehow managed to gasp and laugh at the same time. “I can’t believe Lilly blabbed about that.”

“To be fair, I did ask her what sort of thing you liked to eat, and she may have mentioned that you live off pot noodles and toasted sandwiches.”

“I would like to refute that. Sometimes I have beans.” Seb smiled cheekily.

“You’re talking tins of baked beans, aren’t you?” I wrinkled my nose. I’d never in my life seen the appeal of them.

“Yep.” Seb grinned.

“How would you feel if we told you that pot noodles and toasted sandwiches were a treat food from now on, and that we’ll make sure you have a proper lunch and dinner?” Marco asked, throwing a wink my way. He picked up on what I was doing. I wanted to see how Sebastian took to us guiding him.

He looked between the both of us and his smile widened. “Is this a Daddy thing?”

“It is. We don’t look at being Daddies as just a part time gig. If you were to be our boy it would be a twenty-four seven arrangement. Would you let us take some measure of control? With the little you have told us about your past, I wouldn’t wonder if you were a bit hesitant about doing that.” I watched his face carefully. I didn’t want to put the sweet man under stress, but I also wanted to be absolutely above board with what Marco and I were looking for. You couldn’t build a relationship, kinky or otherwise, holding back parts of yourself and not being honest from the beginning.

“But,” Marco interjected before Seb answered, “we are both more than happy to negotiate. Nothing is set in stone and each relationship is different. The three of us need to see what works best for us as a whole.”

I nodded. Every word Marco said was true.

Seb sat back and looked at both of us before dropping his gaze to his hands. “You’re right.” He tilted his head to look at me. “About giving up control. My parents controlled everything in my life, who I was friends with, and even what I could wear. When I left them I swore that my life was my own.” Seb took a deep breath in. “But the irony is, I also want what you are offering.” Our food lay forgotten as we focused on Sebastian’s words. I dearly hoped he’d give us a chance.

“We can be flexible, sweetheart,” I answered. Marco snorted at the innuendo and I heard a soft giggle from Sebastian.

“I’m willing to give it a try. Anything I feel uncomfortable about I’ll be honest and let you know.” Seb sat up straighter, taking both our hands in his. “Does that work for you both?”

“Sure does, sprite. So what do you say? We put a hold on any more heavy talk and have the delicious butterscotch pudding I know Roe made for us, then we can head down to the playroom?”

“Sounds perfect, Daddy,” Sebastian answered. He looked down at himself. “I didn’t bring a change of clothes to play in.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’m sure I can find you some warm clothes when we go upstairs, probably something of mine. I’m pretty sure you’d swim in anything of Marco’s. Once we’re finished we can head up.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

I was never going to grow tired of hearing those sweet words from Sebastian’s mouth. Leaning forward I kissed him softly, delighted with the flush that rose in his cheeks. I pulled away and was delighted to hear the soft sound of protest from Sebastian.

“More will come later. Both Daddy Marco and I will give you as many kisses as you can handle.” I looked down and speared a carrot from his plate, lifting it to his lips.

Sebastian smiled softly looking from me to the carrot I held. “I’m really not a fan of vegetables, so I hope you are offering a pretty big incentive to eat them.” His smirk was both seductive and sweet.

“I would think not earning a punishment would be reward enough.” Marco moved closer, bringing an arm around Seb’s waist. “But I’ll tell you what, for every carrot you eat you’ll earn a kiss from Daddy Roe and I, how does that sound?”

“Oh, I can work with that. Are the kisses given after or during?” Seb’s sunny smile was contagious. He was going to be a sexy handful.

“I think you are going to have to wait till you finish your meal. We are going to take a long time eating dinner if we have to stop for a kiss each time, no matter how lovely that sounds.” I smiled, taking the sting out of my words.

“Oh, poop.” Seb sighed.

“I promise we will keep careful count of all the kisses we owe you,” I promised, and shared a smile with Marco.

Seb opened his mouth and took the honeyed carrot between his teeth, nibbling gently. I watched his eyes light up with surprise.

“They taste better than you expected?” Seb nodded, taking another mouthful from the fork. I saw him glance towards Marco.

“Don’t worry sprite, I’m keeping track and you’ll get all the kisses you deserve.” Marco answered smiling.

“How did you and Papa meet?” Seb took another mouthful of carrots, wrinkling his nose slightly. Still, he swallowed them down.

“We met at a club in London. I had just broken up with my girlfriend at the time and wanted to let my hair down and have some fun.” I remembered that night fondly.

“You dated girls too?” Seb asked softly.

“Sure did. I knew when I was young that I liked both. I love soft curves and beautiful breasts just as much as I love broad chests and beards.” I looked over at Marco, smiling. “And when I saw your Papa standing at the bar all tattooed and bare chested, it was lust at first sight.”

Marco grinned and shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a sexy man, but not as sexy as this man.”

“Flatterer.”

Seb looked between us “Did your parents mind that you were bi, or do they not know?”

“Both our parents know and support us, though Marco will tell you it took a little bit for his father to come around. But eventually they did. We are very lucky. I was very open and honest with my parents, and they know about the club and that we would eventually love a third partner,” I answered.

“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.