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“Yes, that’s what I told him after I found him in his office this afternoon,” Bran noted.
“No fair…” He was already hard again. He was losing his mind.
Bran laughed. “You just came, boy, and the rule has been established in time for you to not incur a punishment. That’s more than fair.”
He nodded, panting a little bit. “Yes. Yes, it is.”
Daddy.
“Good boy.” The words shouldn’t have made him feel so good, but they did. Pleasing Bran and Silas was a big thing.
“Yes. Such a good boy for your daddies.”
He moaned, deep in his chest.
They bent together, each taking one of his nipple into their mouths, suction strong, tongues working the tips.
“Daddies!” The word escaped him in a rush, and he couldn’t hold it.
Both his daddies made noises that vibrated around his nipples, increasing the pleasure and making the world swim.
He held on to both of them, clinging to his daddies as he soared.
Silas continued to suck on his nipple as Bran let go, mouth wandering, sliding down along his chest toward his abs. Once there, Bran slid his tongue over them, into his navel, and along his hips, leaving a shivery trail in its wake.
“I—Please. You’re both so good to me.”
“Beautiful boy. That’s what Daddies do.” Bran slid that tongue down across his hips, waking every nerve in his skin. Every touch, every lick seemed to make the sensations a thousand times better than the moment before.
His cock was leaking, and his body was empty—he closed his eyes and let his moan out.
“Your passion is delicious, baby boy.” Bran’s voice was gruff, need making it thick. Bran and Silas were clearly turned on too and that just made him harder.
“I need to be filled up. I need you both.” He wanted to be fucked.
“I want his ass,” Silas said.
“I’m very happy to have his mouth.” Bran kissed him hard after the words, then whispered in his ear, “Hands and knees, baby boy, your daddies want you.”
Jamie nodded and turned over, his body feeling a little like it was on fire.
Silas rubbed his ass, then a slick finger pushed into him, the cool gel quickly warming as Silas finger-fucked him.
Bran, meanwhile, took his mouth in another hard kiss, tongue pushing and echoing the rhythm of Silas’s finger.
He was trapped between them, and he didn’t want to be anywhere else.
Bran kissed him the entire time Silas prepped him. One finger became two and then three, the stretch maddening; he wanted more. He needed more, and he started rocking back into the touches.
Bran broke off the kisses just as Silas pulled his fingers away a final time, leaving him completely empty for a moment.
“Daddies! Please…” He couldn’t stop moving.
“We’ve got you, Jamie.” Bran’s hard prick slid along his lips, asking for entrance as Silas’s thick head pressed against his hole, spreading him unbearably slowly.
They matched one another exactly, and all he could do was gasp and nod, clench tight and swallow.
He was filled, mouth and ass, over and over as they thrust into him, taking their pleasure in his body.
