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Bran purred. “Mmm. Thank you, boy.”
“Do you know what a safeword is?” Silas asked, deciding it was time to introduce their boy to the concept.
Jamie looked utterly confused. “No…”
“It’s a word you use if you ever want everything to stop. And then everything does and we talk about it.”
“Okay… Do we need that?”
Bran was the one to answer that question. “Whether we ever actually need it or not, it’s important to have. Especially when we get into kinky sex.”
Jamie glanced around, nervous. “Oh. Okay. What is it? Our word.”
“That’s your choice. Something easy to remember. Something you might not say in the heat of the moment as a part of that moment, if you know what I mean.”
“Can’t we all have the same one?”
He met Bran’s eyes, and his lover nodded. “Of course. But you have to pick it. It has to be your choice.”
“You… you don’t have one of your own?”
“We don’t.” Bran took Jamie’s hand. “Because we’re both Daddies, we haven’t needed one. But if we have our boy with us, then it becomes important. To maintain the balance of power.”
“I don’t want to talk about this in a restaurant. I’d like to talk about it at home. I mean, your house.”
“That’s cool. And you were right the first time. It’s your home, too.”
Silas nodded his agreement to Bran’s words.
“Okay. Can we please talk about this together in bed at home?”
“Yes. That’s the perfect place for this discussion,” Bran noted.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make the meal awkward.” He felt sheepish now, for having brought it up at all. Jamie was right; it wasn’t the right place.
“No. No, I just want… I want to be able to just focus. I don’t want to think about anything else.”
“You’re absolutely right.” He squeezed Jamie’s hand. “You want to feed me another bite of fish?”
“I would love to.” Jamie carefully carved out a nice, healthy bite.
He leaned in and took the bite, slowly chewing it, letting himself sink back into the sharing of food. “It’s almost as good as the lobster.”
“It’s all amazing. I’ve never had a better meal, I don’t think.”
He nodded. “Yes. I agree.”
“It’s the company,” Bran told them.
“The company is very… excellent.” Jamie grinned at him.
“We certainly all are. Now, I want another piece of that steak, lover.” It was his turn to open his mouth like a baby bird, asking to be fed.
Jamie chuckled and fed him, eyes dancing.
“Not that I’m complaining, because the sea bass is delicious, but I did ask for steak. Are you hoarding it, Bran?”
Snorting, Bran cut a generous piece of the steak and offered it over. It made a lovely chaser to the fish.
