Chapter 7

CHAPTER SEVEN

SEBASTIAN

“ A re you ready to go back inside, baby?” Roman’s voice carried across the back patio to where Papa and I were busy building a snow castle. Papa had helped me build the best snowman, and then we’d made snow angels.

“In a minute. I got to build the moat,” I yelled as I dug more snow out around my castle.

“No, baby boy. Now. It’s getting late and you are going to get too cold.” I looked up to see Daddy standing outside by the double glass doors, his hands on his hips.

“No, just five more minutes.” I just had to do a little bit more. I wasn’t being naughty on purpose, but I couldn’t leave a job half done. My dad had drummed it into me every day that you should never leave a job unfinished. I’d spent lots of nights working all night and skipping meals to finish school projects, and I just couldn’t leave my snow castle unfinished.

A large warm hand landed on my shoulder. Looking up, I saw Papa frowning. “Sprite, your Daddy told you it’s time to get inside. Are you purposely not doing what you’ve been asked?”

“But I have to finish .” I felt tears threatening. I slapped at the snow and let out a soft sob before I stood up. “I don’t want to stop. If I stop I won’t finish and then I’ve not done it properly. You have to finish what you start ,” I yelled, stomping my feet in the snow. I saw the shocked look on Papa’s face, and a sick feeling of dread took over now the quick-fire anger had fled. I was doing it, I was ruining our perfect night, and they were going to make me go home.

“I’m sorry. I should—I should go home. I’m sorry I ruined tonight.” I started to walk towards the house, feeling foolish and embarrassed. I’d really had so much fun building in the snow. Everything tonight had been perfect, and now I’d gone and acted like the spoiled shit my dad had always accused me of being.

“Hold on there, sprite.” Papa grabbed my arm and pulled me against him.

I let out a sob.

“I’m sorry, Papa. I probably shouldn’t call you that anymore.” I started shaking and crying. I didn’t know what had come over me. Papa wrapped an arm around me and shushed me gently.

“Of course I want you to call me Papa, baby boy. We can take you home, but is that what you really want?” Blinking, I looked up. There was no anger in his face, only concern.

“I—I don’t want to go home. But I was naughty.” I let out a loud breath. I couldn’t stop shaking.

Papa lifted me up into his arms, holding me against him as he strode towards Daddy. “Roe, babe, I think I need your help.”

Daddy looked between me and Papa. Then he reached out and stroked my face before opening the back doors and leading us inside.

“I think we need to head upstairs, get him warmed up and feeling safe,” I heard Papa murmur. Daddy gave a nod of assent and disappeared further into the house.

“Where did Daddy go?” It came out sounding more of a whine than I wanted, but right now I needed both of them close, to know I hadn’t already messed things up.

“He won’t be long. He’s just going to make sure the house is locked up and the security system is set.” Papa set me down on a padded bench near the stairs and started to untie my boots, setting them to one side. Then he helped me out of my gloves and jacket.

“Wait here. I just need to hang these up and wipe down those puddles I made. Daddy has opinions on puddles on his nice floorboards.” I looked down and saw some small puddles on the floor from when Papa had carried me inside.

I almost smiled when he booped my nose with his finger, but I was still too nervous about my outburst. I wanted to hope they weren’t too disappointed in me, and I knew disciplining naughty littles was part of what Daddies do, but how I’d just acted? Perhaps that was beyond being naughty.

Papa came back and made quick work of the puddles, and I gave him a shy wave when he smiled at me. When we were ready to head upstairs he lifted me up again like I weighed nothing, and I allowed myself to relax into his hold. Daddy joined us as we climbed the stairs and I noticed the lights on the lower level were all dimmed. Daddy saw me looking and he showed me his phone and the special app he had on it to dim the lights about the house. I nodded, still not trusting myself to speak, although I did let out a soft sigh when I felt Daddy’s hand join Papa’s on my lower back.

Their private sitting room was down the same hall as the bedrooms seemed to be and it was larger than my whole apartment. A thick Turkish rug lay in the centre of the room and on it sat a dark leather sectional sofa. The lights in the room came from half a dozen ornate lamps, some tall and freestanding, others sitting on side tables. The whole house was opulent, almost something out of Downton, but this room also had a warm, lived in feel like the kitchen. It felt like this must be where my Daddies spent a lot of their time.

Papa sat down on the sofa, positioning my legs so they stretched out sideways with my head resting on his shoulder. Daddy switched on a light at the far end of the room. Double doors opened into what looked like a small kitchen space. Daddy moved back and forth before he came back holding a tray with three steaming mugs.

“Hot chocolate to warm us all up.” He took a seat alongside Papa, placing the try on the coffee table in front of us.

I went to move my legs so Daddy could sit but he just lifted them up and placed them back on his lap once he sat down, one of his hands resting on my socked ankle.They seemed to have no problem picking me up and holding me as if I weighed next to nothing and the action affected my head space, making me feel small and safe.

Daddy handed me a hot chocolate and I took the mug, blowing on it before I took a sip. It was good, and the velvety sweet taste helped settle my brain some.

Papa had an arm around my waist and his hand rested on my hip, stroking it like I was a scared kitten, which I supposed I was kind of acting like. “Are you ready to tell us what happened out there, Seb?”

I took another sip of my chocolate, not sure how to answer the question when even I was kind of shocked at my reaction to being asked to stop building my snow castle.

“I—I’m not sure.” I didn’t want to look up so I kept my eyes on my mug, but Daddy wasn’t buying it.

“Baby boy, I need you to look up, please. You don’t have to make eye contact, but I do want you looking up at me.” Daddy’s voice was still kind, but there was a sternness there, a tone I would call Daddy in charge.

“I don’t like leaving things half finished. Projects, I mean, or work. It makes my brain itch, and I feel like I should have worked harder and faster.”

Daddy arched a brow and shared a concerned frown with Papa. “Were you like this with your school work?”

“Not at first, but my dad kept on and on that Hawthorns only finish first, and that we always got the job done on time. He’d yell a lot if I didn’t finish school stuff on time, or was late for anything. It didn’t matter if there was a good reason for it or not. So I just started to make sure I finished everything on time. But then he’d be cross, and say I rushed things. I could never win with him.”

“Well, that clears a few things up, baby. Now I want you to listen to me, okay?” Daddy was still using his stern voice, and I tipped my face so I could see him properly to show him I was listening.

“First of all, this little hiccup is nothing, and in no way changes how we feel about wanting to be your Daddies, are we clear?”

I nodded, the elephant-shaped weight on my chest lifting fractionally.

“Okay. The next thing is, normally for disobeying Daddy there would be a punishment. A spanked bottom or corner time.”

I wrinkled my nose; those didn’t sound fun at all.

“And I don’t mean sexy spanks, I mean the sort that will have you remembering why you listen to your Daddies.” Daddy cupped my jaw softly in his palm and I lifted my eyes to his. “We are still getting to know each other, but I need you to trust that whatever we do with you, we do with your wellbeing at the forefront.”

“We pretty much dove in headfirst without checking how deep the water was.” Papa’s voice was a soft rumble behind me and I turned so I could face him more. “But you are the sort of boy that makes a Daddy just want to dive straight in, and that would be a disservice to all of us.”

My face dropped as Papa said we had to stop before we even really started.

The skin around Papa’s eyes crinkled as he grinned. “I see you took the wrong end of the stick, thinking the worst before I finished telling you what we are going to do.”

I shrugged. “I’m a worrier by nature.”

Papa kissed my forehead and laughed softly. “We can work with that. Your Daddy Roe is a bit like that too. His old job didn’t help.”

Daddy nodded, letting out a soft sigh. “It’s true. I saw some terrible things, and some very sad situations. It left a mark, and like you I can find myself worrying to excessive amounts. But luckily I have your Papa here to help balance me out, and you have both of us to do that.”

“Lilly says I spend too much time in my head,” I said.

“There is nothing wrong with being a thoughtful person Seb, and a little caution is a very good thing to have, especially when starting a relationship like ours. There are a lot of things to discuss to make sure there are as few misunderstandings as possible, but we are also human, and we will fuck up once in a while.”

I let out a shocked giggle at Papa dropping the f-bomb. “You swore.”

“I did. It’s the sort of thing Daddies are allowed to do.” He smirked.

“But not boys?” I asked, looking back and forth between them.

“I think this would be a good time to talk about expectations and limits. I’m going to take it that you know about safewords and kink negotiation?” Roman asked.

My cheeks heated and I nodded quickly. “The online group had a big talk about it, how we should always be upfront and honest with our play partners and be clear with our boundaries and hard limits. I kind of understand, but I don’t really know what my limits are, what things I want to try or not try. I’m like the kid in the sweet shop. There is so much to pick and try that I might end up with a tummy ache.”

Marco chuckled. “That is a pretty good way to describe it. We will go through it all with you, what we like and what we don’t, and it’s okay not to want to try something just because your Daddy or I may like it.”

“But how will I know if I like something unless I try it?”

“Good point. But this is also why tomorrow we’re going to pull out a checklist and go through some stuff you might want to try. We can all agree that Ageplay is a big yes, which is fantastic for all of us.”

“Tonight was the first time I got to really experience it with someone else and I loved it. I was able to just let go, and I loved how it felt knowing you were both looking out for me.” I bit my bottom lip, thinking about the other thing we’d experienced together tonight.

“What’s got you blushing?” Papa tickled my cheek and I buried my face against his chest before I spoke. “Tonight was also the first time I got to really do anything sexual with someone else, and I really liked that too.” I bravely lifted my face and looked at both of them. “I like when you both touch me. I want to be able to touch you like that too.”

“Oh we want that baby, but we’re also aware you’ve not had a lot of experience and we don’t want to rush you.”

Ughgh . Papa was being kind and reasonable—which was nice—but I didn’t want nice. I wanted to be fucked, not to put too fine a point on it. “Daddies, can I be blunt?”

Papa smirked and Daddy gave me a confused frown. “Of course, baby boy.”

“So yeah, I’m new to all of this, but I’m not naive. Just because I haven’t actually been fucked doesn’t mean I don’t know what to expect. I do work in a sex shop after all, and I have a rather impressive dildo collection of my own.”

Papa tried to cover his smile with his hand, but Daddy didn’t bother. He grinned broadly. “Are we going overboard with the kid gloves?”

“Just a little bit, but that is good.” I shrugged. “I mean, this stuff is very new to me. I’ve had time by myself to explore my sexual side, learn what I love and enjoy, and now I get to share it with the both of you.”

“I’d like to circle back to the impressive dildo collection.”

I started giggling at Papa’s comment. His expression was serious, but his eyes were dancing with humour.

“Marco.” Daddy was trying very hard not to laugh and failing.

“What? Consider me intrigued.”

I looped an arm over Papa’s shoulder and smirked. “Well, when I go back to the flat to get my stuff to stay the weekend, I might show you.”

“So you’ll stay with us until Monday?’

“Yeah. I mean, if you still want me to?” I glanced at them, they said they weren’t angry about my outburst earlier and that they still wanted to be my Daddies, but I still had that jagged edge of uncertainty.

Daddy had me in his lap in seconds, kissing my cheeks and forehead before softly kissing my lips. “Of course we still want you to stay. We are going to get to know each other and play, and I’ll take you out to meet the horses and that damn llama tomorrow.

“I want to meet your llama, and your horses too. And even though I’m nervous, I can’t wait to see what the club is like when it’s filled with people.”

Daddy nodded, brushing my hair back from my face.

Papa cuddled me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Tomorrow night you will have Lilly here to play with. You are going to have a blast, baby boy.” I loved hearing my Daddies call me that. It made me feel special.

My hot chocolate tasted divine, but as I went to take another sip I yawned so loud I nearly wore it all over me.

“It’s time for bed, I believe.” Roman took the cup from my hand and placed it on the coffee table.

“Whose bed?” I asked, hoping I would share their huge bed.

“Well that is up to you, little one. We’d love to have you sleep between us, but we also understand if you want your own space for your first night with us.”

“I want to sleep with you.” I blushed, realising how it sounded. “Er, I mean sleep-sleep, though if other options were available… “ I gave my best come-hither look to my Daddies.

Daddy chuckled deeply, placing a hand on my chest. “And what sort of options would you be open to, lovely boy?”

Now that opened up a lot of ideas, but I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do or what I would be comfortable with. But then I remembered how good I’d felt while Daddy had sucked me, and I wanted to give that to my Daddies. I wasn’t sure I’d be any good given it would be my first time, but damn it, I wanted to get my hands and mouth on their dicks.

“I want to blow you.” I glanced at both of them. “Both of you.” I blushed from the tips of my hair through to my toes, but I wasn’t going to let nerves or embarrassment stop me.

“You know what I think?” Marco kissed my cheek.

“What, Papa?”

“That we need to get you upstairs now.” I let out a squeal as Papa lifted me up. Daddy chuckled and stood up too.

“First a nice warm shower.”

“All of us, Daddy?” I asked from Papa’s arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist to hold on tighter.

“We have a very large shower.”

“Yes!” I fist pumped.

I was going to get to see my Daddies naked, with all that glorious lickable skin.