Page 79 of Learning to Change

“Yes.” Joel nodded. “That.”

Then he seemed to decide he was done with the topic and shifted gears. “I’m cute, Tate, look.”

Joel pushed up his hips and wiggled back and forth to make his caged dick bounce around. “I like that part. It tugs.”

Yeah, based on his reaction in the store, I thought liking the tug was logical.

Tate grinned wider and came over to give Joel a quick peck. “I’m glad you like that part. I do too.”

Tate liked everything to do with control, so that was reasonable.

“Are you going to like the tingles part?” Joel gave Tate a flirty smile as he did something to go back to looking innocent again.

I couldn’t figure out how he did it, but between one breath and the next, he was suddenly just a different kind of manipulative.

It was magic.

“Yes.” Tate kissed his cheek before straightening to give me a kiss too. “We’re both going to like giving you tingles and making you relaxed and happy.”

“Floaty happy?” Joel seemed to be talking about subspace which got a shrug from Tate.

“I don’t know.” Thinking seriously about the question, Tate frowned. “Maybe? I think it’s going to depend on what kind of attention we give you while you’re relaxing.”

Scrunching up his face again, Joel gave an exaggerated shrug. “Practice makes perfect.”

Tate was trying not to laugh as he nodded but his snickers were escaping left and right. “I think so too. We’ll have to figure out what makes you float and what makes you very, very happy.”

Joel’s greedy giggle said he liked that plan. “’Speriments.”

“Yep, lots of experiments.” Tate nodded toward the couch. “Alright, legs up.”

Wearing another ear-to-ear grin, Joel tucked his legs up to his chest and the motion had his pajamas sliding down his bottom. Tate chuckled and gave the bared skin a pat. “Someone is excited to come out to play.”

Joel thought that was one of the funniest things he’d ever heard and was still laughing when Tate and I rolled him over onto his chest. He was nearly boneless as he giggled and laughed, and was less than no help as he stretched out over our laps.

Patting the naked bottom on display for us, Tate laughed. “Silly boy.”

Joel gave a completely manufactured giggle and pressed his face into the couch cushion. “No, I’m a good boy.”

That wasn’t believable at all, but Tate’s eyes flashed with heat like it was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. Seeing how much he liked the but I’m a good boy game somehow made it hotter to me too. Tate magnified that when he took his free hand and started stroking over Joel’s ass. “If you’re a good boy, you’re going to stay relaxed and not wiggle too much. Don’t forget.”

The dramatic groan that filled the living room said Joel realized how hard that was going to be. “I…I won’t forget. I want floaties and my tingles.”

He was so confident he could get them that I found myself wanting to cross my fingers. I really hoped it worked out how he was imagining because I didn’t want to see him disappointed over something he was so excited about.

“Then just relax and focus on how good it feels.” Tate made a pleased sound as Joel pushed his legs apart and shifted his hips to offer his ass up to us. “That’s right. Good boy.”

Sexy as fuck.

But I had to make that clear or Joel might not relax.

Mentally pumping myself up and reminding myself that Tate had this part under control, I shifted my grip from just holding Joel steady to rubbing his back. Massaging from his neck to his ass got a long sigh from Joel and I could feel his body trying to obey the instructions. “Yes, good boy.”

My words had Tate nodding and he leaned over to give me a quiet kiss on the side of my head. But he didn’t call me out for being nervous. He just stuck to his silent good-job smile and went back to focusing on our boy.

Which was honestly perfect.

I didn’t want this to be about me at all because that would just make it easier to worry about. No. This was about him and Joel and helping our boy to find his tingles and to see if he could orgasm with his cage on.

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