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“I’ve got you,” he whispered into Jamie’s ear.
“We both do,” Silas added, and Bran smiled. They both did, it was so true.
“My heart is beating so fast,” their boy whispered.
“Your excitement is intoxicating.” He smacked Jamie’s ass a little harder—a true spanking this time, feeling the way the long, hard cock jerked against him.
Silas’s lips brushed Jamie’s ear. “Next time, we’ll put you over Bran’s lap, your cock between his thighs. You can beg your daddies to let you come.”
Jamie’s cry was perfect.
Bran’s own cock was full, dripping against Jamie’s skin as their boy rocked against him with each spank. It was intoxicating. No, it was better than that because they weren’t just taking care of this boy and teaching him about himself for his forever Daddy.Theywere the forever Daddies this time.
“We promise to take care of you, to discipline you, to love you, to push you to the edge and hold you.”
“For always,” he added to Silas’s words. “You are ours, but we are yours. Both of us belong to you and you alone.”
“Yours.” Jamie pushed up and kissed him, hard, tongue sliding in to taste him.
He opened up, letting Jamie in deeper. He didn’t stop spanking, though, staying in sync with Silas’s swats.
“Please…” Jamie was hard and leaking for him.
“Please what, boy?” He wanted to hear it, wanted Jamie to acknowledge his own need, his need for his Daddies.
“Help me?” he begged.
“We are,” Silas insisted.
“We so are,” Bran agreed.
Jamie sobbed softly and nodded. “Thank you…”
“We have you.” They said it together, he and his Silas.
“You need more,” Silas added, nodding at him.
They increased the speed of their swats, the strength, and his hand was growing hotter and hotter.
“I don’t know what to do!” Jamie cried out.
Bran looked into Jamie’s eyes. “Just feel, boy. That’s all you have to do because we have you.”
Jamie began to sob, eyes rolling back, lips parted.
Bran dove in for a kiss, willing their boy to let go, to give them his worries and his need and to just fly.
Heat sprayed between them, and Jamie sobbed into his kiss.
He turned his swats into rubbing, and Silas followed suit, and he continued to devour Jamie’s mouth, pulling him in. “Such a good, good boy,” he murmured.
“Ours. Our good boy.”
Their lips parted, and he licked at Jamie’s lower lip. Then he backed off, giving Silas a chance to lick and kiss as well. He watched, enjoying the sight.
Jamie was boneless and moaning, eyes closed.
“We’ve got you,” he murmured again and again. “You’re good. You’re so good, and we have you.”
