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“Do you want to? Do you want us to make rules?”
He nodded. “I don’t know.”
“Then later today, after we visit the playroom, or perhaps during the visit, we’ll make some rules. But I will give you one right now. No touching yourself in a sexual manner without permission from one of your Daddies.”
His body tightened, and his cock jerked, leaving a wet spot on his jeans.
“Mmm. You see? You’re made for this. For us. And we’re going to have so much fun together, and we’ll make you fly.”
“I’m a little embarrassed. It feels odd, you know?”
Bran took his hands. “I’m sorry it’s embarrassing. I’d like you to be able to be open with us and yourself. That’s so much better than being embarrassed.”
“It is. I don’t want to hide.” He’d done a lot of that.
“No, hiding is a sad thing. We want joy and excitement; we want to be able to celebrate sex and all its permutations with you.” Bran kissed his knuckles. “I think exposure therapy will be the best way to get you there.”
“Can I have a hug, please?” He needed Bran’s strength.
Bran opened his arms immediately. “Always.”
He snuggled in, just resting his soul for a second. It was warm and comforting, Bran’s hug keeping him close and safe.
“You see? This is the advantage of our relationship—you’re never alone in it.”
“Don’t you worry you’ll get tired of me?”
Bran snorted. “Seriously? Never.” Drawing back, Bran looked into his eyes. “Do you worry you’ll get tired of me?”
“No. You… I’m in love with you.”
Bran beamed at him. “Well, baby boy, I am in love with you as well, so why would I ever get tired of my boy?”
“Promise?” He lifted his face for a kiss.
“I swear it to you, Jamie.” Bran gave him the kiss he wanted. Not a gentle glide of lips together, but an aggressive, no-holds-barred taking of his mouth.
His knees buckled, and he clung to Bran with a moan.
Bran continued the kiss, holding him close, Bran’s body hard, solid, and hot. He had already been hard as nails, and he was willing to do damn near anything to touch, to be touched.
Bran put his hands on James’s ass and tugged him up. James wrapped his legs around Bran’s waist, reveling in Bran’s strength. Gripping him harder, Bran walked him toward the wall and pressed him up against it.
“So strong…” He whimpered into Bran’s lips, his eyes rolling back in his head.
Bran hummed, the sound happy, and pushed against him, humping him against the wall. The friction was delicious and necessary and so damned good.
He rolled his eyes, his entire body alight with a wild, fierce need, and his balls drew up with it.
Bran leaned back and stared intently into his eyes. “Your Daddy has you, boy.” Then Bran took his mouth again, pushing one hand between them and into his still undone jeans to grab his cock.
He arched, his hips bucking furiously, the world spinning. He didn’t need much, just this.
“That’s it, boy. Give your need to your Daddy. I’ve got you. I’ve got this.” Bran’s hand worked him, hard and fast, matching his passion.
“Daddy. Oh, fuck. Fuck, I need you.”
Bran’s lips curled in a wicked smile. “No cussing, baby boy.” That hand kept moving, though, not slowing for a moment, demanding his orgasm in each rough pull. The fingers of the hand still on his ass curled, digging into his flesh deliciously.
