Page 119 of His Boys to Protect

Then Ward shifted behind him.

Charlie stuttered to a stop. He'd felt the man's penis against his thighs, but now it was nestled in the crease of his buttocks instead. When Charlie pressed back against him, or when Ward helped him thrust forward, it forced Ward's penis deeper into the crease. On the next thrust, it rubbed right against his anus.

He sucked in a breath and went still.

“Charlie?” Ward murmured. “You okay?”

Charlie trembled. He'd watched anal sex in porn, of course, but he'd never understood the appeal. It was icky. And backwards. That was anoutorifice, not aninone. Charlie knew about the prostate, too, and he'd read that stimulation of it could be pleasurable, but he'd never been able to get past the idea of coming into contact with waste in order to test it out.

But the way Ward's penis was rubbing against him like that? It felt good. Wrong and weird but oddly good. And feeling Ward behind him, pressed up against him like that? Moving with him?

Charlie collapsed on top of his Sky and covered his head, hiding his face. He felt the air grow tense as silence surrounded him.

“Charlie?” Ward murmured. The man leaned down close over him, gently running a hand between his shoulder blades. “Hey, buddy. It's okay. If it's too much, we can stop. Here.” The man shifted. “I'll leave you guys to–”

“Hhnn!” Charlie whined. He frantically reached back, groping for Ward without looking. The very last thing he wanted was for Ward to leave.

“Okay, easy,” Ward said as he settled back into place, gently blanketing Charlie's body. “Easy, sweet boy. Take your time. Then tell us what you need.”

Charlie curled his arm up and pressed the back of his hand to his eye as he burrowed into Skylar's chest. How could he even begin to tell them what he wanted? How could he ask for it when he didn't even understand it? It didn't make any sense. Why did his body want something that his mind refused to accept?

“Hhn.”

“Uh oh,” Skylar whispered. “He's feeling conflicted about something.”

“How can you tell?” Ward asked.

“That was hisconfusedgrunt,” Skylar explained.

Charlie almost nodded. His Sky was right. Before he could move, he felt his Sky's arms go around him, adding to Ward's embrace, keeping him safe and trapped between them. Charlie sighed, feeling his body begin to relax even as he continued to struggle inside his head. He needed something more, though. Charlie wanted to sit up and trace Skylar's tattoos, but that would mean leaving the warm cocoon of their bodies.

Behind him, Ward shifted his weight from one arm to the other. The move had his penis burrowing even harder into the crease of Charlie's buttocks, shocking him with sensation.

Charlie whimpered. He pulled his hand away from his face, curled his arm in close to his body, and shyly pointed down.

A brief, heavy silence followed until Ward asked, “Charlie? Did you come already? There's nothing wrong with that, sweet boy. It happens–”

Charlie shook his head. He pointed again, still shyly but more insistently.

“Oh.” Ward began to pull his hips away. “Maybe he doesn't like my precum on his–”

“Hhnn!” Charlie whined, interrupting him. He grabbed Ward again, stopping the man from pulling away, then let out a huff of frustration. Keeping his eyes squeezed shut, he pointed more insistently.

Then he signed,In.

Skylar gave a tiny gasp. “I think he wants you inside him.”

Ward's hand tightened on Charlie's hip, and he quietly swore. “Charlie? Is that it? I need to see your face, sweet boy. Please? Permission, remember? Just like with Sky.”

Charlie paused, then slowly turned his head so they could see him. Ward was right. Permission was important. His cheeks felt very hot, but he forced himself not to hide again despite still being confused.

He nodded.

“You want me inside you?” Ward asked.

Charlie nodded again. He glanced up at his Sky, then quickly ducked his head before he could see Skylar's face.

“Hey,” Skylar murmured. “It's okay. I'm glad you want it. Daddy's gonna make you feel so good.”

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