14. Cayson

CAYSON

When I walked into Dylan‘s apartment and saw him splayed out on his sofa, spent dick resting on his bare skin, I instantly went hard and desperately wanted to taste it for myself.

And as much as I waited for that twinge of envy or jealousy to hit me, it never did.

I was genuinely happy that Dylan and Finn had shared a moment together that brought Dylan the kind of relief that made him just pass out right where he was. I gave Finn a hard kiss, grinding my cock against his for just a moment before Dylan began to stir and finally opened his eyes.

Unable to resist, I just stared, tempted to take him in my mouth and give him a repeat performance. But he was still groggy, and it was better to get him a snack and into bed than to drag out our time on the sofa. Sofas were fun for quickies, but my plan was to spend a little bit more time with both of my men tonight, and I needed a mattress for that.

After a welcome kiss, I helped Dylan to his feet and gave him a firm embrace, holding him against my chest as I kissed the top of his head. "Mmm, you smell good."

Dylan chuckled against me and then rested his chin on my chest as he looked up. "I was just gonna say the same thing. You smell like pizza… Actually, I probably do too since I didn't shower after I got home."

I cocked my head and cuffed the back of his neck to hold him in place as I looked up at Finn. "Sounds like we might need bathtime before bed tonight."

Finn nodded as he transferred cookies onto a plate. "Solid plan, Daddy." He winked at me, but that didn't stop my dick from twitching every time I heard him say it. I knew it was partly teasing and partly for Dylan's benefit to call me Daddy, but I still fucking loved it.

We sat at the small kitchen table and each took a cookie from the plate Finn had prepared.

I took a bite and looked between the two men. "So, seems like you guys had a nice evening?"

Finn and Dylan nodded, eyeing each other.

Dylan held his cookie in front of his mouth with both hands and looked up at me. "We did. We watched a movie, and I fell asleep, and we baked cookies, and then…" He glanced at Finn and his gaze got even more hungry than it was. "Well, you know."

"I know that Sir Daddy got to taste you." I reached across the table and placed my hand on his forearm. "Did that feel good?"

Dylan nodded vigorously as he looked between the two of us. "So good." He dropped his gaze to his lap and swallowed. "Maybe we can do that again?"

I chuckled and took another bite. "I think there's a very strong possibility of that, yes. But did you guys get to discuss any rules, safewords, all that fun stuff?"

Finn sighed and leaned back in his chair. "No, dammit. I was too caught up in the moment to think straight, but… I should've been more proactive about leading that discussion."

I reached across the table and held his hand too, loving that I could hold them both together. "It's still new, so maybe it's premature to get into deep discussions." I turned to Dylan and waited for him to meet my gaze. "Sweetheart, have you used safewords before?"

He shrugged. "Yeah, red, yellow, and green."

Good. "Are you comfortable with those?"

"Yes, Daddy." He looked right into my eyes, serious and not at all shy. "I never say red. I promise."

"Fuck," Finn whispered under his breath before he stood up and rounded the table, dropping to his knees beside Dylan and placing his hand on his thigh. "Well, that's not going to work for us, baby. If we can't trust you to safeword when you need to, we'll never feel comfortable doing anything."

He glanced at me, and I slipped off the chair and landed beside Dylan too. "Absolutely. Trust is the most important thing we can rely on in a relationship like this, sweetheart. When things are good, we need to know it. And when things are getting intense or overwhelming…we need to know that too."

Dylan nodded but didn't say anything.

Finn palmed his cheek and tilted his head toward him. "Words, baby. This is not negotiable."

Dylan's shoulders dropped, and his eyes began to well up. "But I don't want you to think I'm angry with you or that I don't like what you're doing. I want you to do everything…and I'll like it. I promise."

I sighed as I rested my forehead on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but Sir Daddy is right. We're gonna have to take things slow…physically. Until we trust that you can be completely honest with us, we can't fully explore things sexually."

"No, that's not what I meant." He tossed his cookie onto the table and crossed his arms over his chest, holding himself together, but barely. "See, this is what I was afraid of. I knew I'd say the wrong thing and you guys would pull back and leave me."

"Sweetheart." I stood up and scooped him into my arms, holding him against my chest as we went back to the sofa. I sat in the middle, and Finn was at my side, curling around Dylan's back with his head between ours. "I'm not going anywhere, Dylan."

"Neither am I, baby." Finn kissed the side of his head.

Dylan let out a low sob.

"Until you believe that's true, we're gonna have to limit certain things. We'll only do things that we know won't be overwhelming for you."

Dylan pulled in a long breath through his nose and then huffed. "But I want everything."

I grinned and locked my gaze with Finn. "So do we. And we'll get it. After we're all comfortable with slowing things down when needed."