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Bran gave his lover a glare.
“You’re right, you’re right. But so is Jamie. You’re gorgeous.”
“Still.” He turned to Jamie. “No swearing, boy.”
“I—I don’t understand…”
He stroked Jamie’s cheek and rubbed his thumb along the pretty mouth. “You don’t need to swear. It’s unseemly.”
“And you know that following the rules earns rewards, hmm?” Silas murmured.
“And breaking them results in punishments.” He felt it was only fair that Jamie was aware of both sides of the coin.
“Sometimes that’s hot too, hmm?”
Jamie’s eyes were wide, but he wasn’t moving, was he?
“Sometimes that’s the hottest thing ever.” Bran could totally agree with Silas on that one.
Leaning in, he took Jamie’s lips again, slipping his tongue in.
Jamie snuggled in, holding him tight. Look at that, their boy already sought comfort in his Daddies when he was unsure.
Silas stepped up behind Jamie, pushing against the slender body, sandwiching him in between the two of them.
Silas stared at him, eyes lit up, so excited.
He slid a hand around one of Jamie’s asscheeks, and the other around Silas’s. Then he squeezed the double handful, enjoying the differences between them.
Silas was more muscled, Jamie’s ass rounded and full. And he wanted to be buried inside both.
Groaning, he took the kisses he was sharing with Jamie even deeper.
Jamie was hard as nails, hips rolling restlessly.
“So much need.” More proof that their boy needed them.
“Is that cool?” So nervous.
“We want all of you,” he reassured Jamie.
“And your need is at the top of the list,” added Silas.
“You’re both so nice to me.”
“Ulterior motives.” Bran smiled. “We want you to be with us.”
“I hope you don’t change your mind…”
“We won’t.” He and Silas said the words at the same time.
That made Jamie giggle, and that was the sweetest sound.
Gods, this boy was adorable, wonderful, and Silas was absolutely right. He was theirs.
“Let’s get you soaped up,” he suggested.
“Ooo, things get all slippy slidey when soap’s involved,” Silas noted.
