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“I think we should talk about spanking before we go ahead and demolish the cake,” he suggested. He knew between Silas and Jamie, there would be sex after—or perhaps during—eating the cake.
“O-okay. What should we talk about?”
Silas fielded this one. “Well, we want to explore spanking with you—among other things—but you seemed tohave reservations? Concerns? Questions? That’s it—you have questions.”
“I’m nervous. It feels so itchy? Is that fair?”
“Any way you feel is fair—it’s how you feel.” Bran kissed the top of Jamie’s head. “All your feelings are valid. No matter what the situation is.”
“Maybe we should just try it and see what you think,” Silas suggested. “Then you’d have a better idea of how it feels—how it makes you feel.”
“That’s a good idea, love. I can tell you, Jamie, that the thought of my hand and your ass connecting until both are warmed up turns me on.” Bran threw that out there, to let Jamie know this wasn’t just a punishment thing. Spankings could be a damn lot of fun.
“Yeah? I mean, it’s not… there’s not anger in it, right?”
“No, not at all. We enjoy hitting, we enjoy whipping and spanking and all sorts, but not in anger. Never in anger. Even when it’s a punishment—no, especially if it’s a punishment.”
“I don’t want you guys angry at me.”
“We don’t want to be angry with you, either, boy. We just want to love on you, to make you feel good.”
Jamie nodded and moved up onto Bran’s lap, so trusting.
He wrapped his arms around their boy and kissed the top of his head. “Would you like to try the spanking? Not necessarily tonight, but soon?”
“I’ll try it. You’ll stop if I need you to.”
“All you have to do is say glitter and everything stops. We promise.”
Silas nodded in agreement with him.
Jamie cuddled into Bran, fingers twined with Silas’s. “Want some more cake?”
“I’ll take a bite or two—but this here, the three of us in bed together? It’s sweeter than any cake.”
“You are such a softie,” Silas accused.
Bran wasn’t insulted at all—when it came to his men, he totally was.
Jamie poked his belly, tickling gently. “Not soft here.”
Oh, that made him feel like a stud, and Bran tightened his abs so when Jamie poked again, his muscles were good and hard.
Jamie chuckled at him, stole a kiss. Humming, he kept it going, tongue sweeping through Jamie’s mouth. He could taste the sweetness of the cake on his boy’s tongue. His boy was hard against his belly, beginning to rock. Sweet needy boy.
He hummed and slid a hand along Jamie’s back until it reached the pert ass. He wrapped his hand around it.
He could hear Silas moving the plate, setting the cake on the bedside table and then Silas’s hand slid over his and over Jamie’s ass.
Silas started by tapping—gentle little sensations meant to make Jamie’s skin wake up. It wasn’t long before their boy responded, moaning and rocking back into Silas’s touch.
He gave Jamie another long kiss in reward, marrying the pleasure to the slowly growing spanking.
He’d known Jamie would love this—their boy was delicious. Eager to experience things. Loving.
He added his own taps, alternating with Silas, each of them taking their own cheek and working it. Still gently, but gradually increasing the strength of their blows.
Jamie whimpered softly, leaning hard into him.
