Page 89 of Jamie
He had to trust in them to support him, and they didn’t fail him, hands over him, cocks filling him, giving as much pleasure as he was giving them.
The thickness of Silas’s cock spread him wide while the salty taste of Bran’s cock filled his mouth, the heat spreading his lips wide.
“Sweet boy. You’re so tight around me. Taking your daddies.” Silas sounded so needy.
“Taking us both at the same time.” Bran’s need was laced with pride.
He moaned, slurping and sucking hard, his entire body shuddering.
Silas’s hand found his prick, sliding along it, squeezing him tightly. As they moved together, his cock slid along Silas’s palm, the friction incredible.
He was so close. Unbearably so. And he couldn’t keep his eyes open.
“Soon,” Bran promised. “And we all come together.”
Soon.
Soon, because he wanted to please them.
“On my word,” Bran added.
“Yes!” Silas grabbed his ass, pounding into him.
All he could do was hold on.
Hold on and let them have him, all the way.
Bran groaned, pushing deep into his throat, and he swore he could feel Bran’s cock get just a little bit harder in his mouth.
Then Bran cried out, “Come now!” and spunk hit the back of his throat.
He sobbed, swallowing hard as he shot, milking Silas violently.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Silas slammed into him one last time before filling him in hot pulses.
He was caught, rocking gently between them, his world spinning.
Silas’s hands slid along his sides, Bran’s along his back, running in soothing circles. They slowly pulled out, managing to do that together too.
He collapsed on the mattress, utterly wrung out. His Daddies wrapped around him from either side, cocooning him in warmth.
He wasn’t going to cry, because he wasn’t sad.
He was overjoyed.
Bran kissed his right temple. “Love you, baby boy.”
Then Silas kissed his left temple. “Adore you, boy.”
“Love you too. Both of you. Always.”
“Good. Let’s nap before we have supper, yeah?”
“We should order something special for supper, eh?” Silas suggested.
“Spoiling me,” he murmured.
“We’re your daddies—it’s our job to spoil you.” Bran didn’t sound the least bit put out by that.
