I lock eyes with my beloved. “Kiss our little treat and make him come, my Augie Pie.”
August doesn’t hesitate. As soon as my husband wraps his hand around our little treat’s tortured cock, Oliver comes explosively. The sound of his release tips me over the edge, and I empty my balls inside this willing boy’s needy hole. August kisses Oliver through his orgasm, and we both hold him tight as our climaxes begin to fade.
Which is a good thing, as Oliver bursts into a fresh wave of exhausted sobs, and collapses in our arms.
CHAPTER 6
August
Of course thepoor little thing falls apart as soon as he’s finally allowed his release.
“Shh, shh, it’s okay,” I sooth him, cradling him to my chest as we kneel on the bed together. Tallis is still inside him and hugs him from behind, kissing his neck and gently stroking up and down his arms.
“You were perfect, little treat,” he says. “Absolutely beautiful. Come here and lie with us for a bit. It’s okay, you can do it. Good boy.”
They split apart and I make sure this trembling, sweet young man rests comfortably with his head on my arm as well as some pillows. Unsurprisingly, the bed is in an absolute state. The sheets are covered with food, lube, dried wax, cum, and Champagne. As are we.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Tallis will want to tend to us soon enough. But for now, he cuddles the sub from his other side, so the boy is sandwiched between us as we stroke his skin and tell him how perfect he was.
“Thank you, little treat,” I murmur into his ear as he starts to finally calm down.
“For what?” he asks blearily.
I smile, knowing what it’s like to have Tallis make you punch drunk from a spectacular orgasm that rearranges your guts and makes you question the meaning of life.
“For being the most incredible birthday present I could have ever dreamed of,” I explain.
After a beat, the boy hums. “Y’welcome. Thank the Master, though. He found me. Never done anything…anything like that before…”
He’s practically falling asleep as he talks, so I don’t think he sees my eyes go wide. I look at my husband, but obviously Tallis would have quizzed the boy about his previous experience and wouldn’t have brought him here if he didn’t think he was suitable.
Tallis gives me a nod, then gently strokes the boy’s hair. “That’s right, little treat. Part of your gift to your Daddy was letting him pop your kink cherry, wasn’t it?” The boy nods. “Was it everything you imagined it would be?”
“Better,” the boy mumbles sleepily.
Overwhelmed, I just hug the young man for a while, taking in everything that’s happened since I got home. “I’m honored, sweet boy.”
He hums again, sounding happy even though he’s still wrestling with the occasional light sob. “You’re my first Daddy. I thought I’d like one. But you’re the best, I think. Happy birthday, Daddy. I love being your present.”
“I love you being my present more,” I assure him.
He clearly dozes off. We can’t leave him in this state, but it won’t hurt for a moment more. I sigh and look back up at my husband.
“I don’t know what to say,” I whisper in awe. “This is…beyond…” I struggle to finish my sentence, but Tallis reaches out and cups the side of my face.
“Darling, you’ve been working so incredibly hard lately. The last straw was having to travel on your birthday. I had to do something extra special, and we haven’t played like this in a long time.”
“We’ve never had someone stay a whole weekend, either,” I comment. For a night, yes. And we usually play through breakfast the morning after. But a whole weekend is next level.
Tallis shrugs and looks down at the boy with an expression I can’t quite read. Like he’s not quite sure what to make of all the emotions he’s currently feeling.
I wonder if that’s how he looks at me when I’m not aware? My heart skips a beat at the thought of it. Seeing the man I love show affection to someone else is special enough, but for it to be someone that captured my heart from the moment I saw him is something else entirely. It makes me feel tingly all over.
“The chances of finding a unicorn were slim, I knew,” Tallis explains, ghosting his fingertips over the boy’s shoulder. The skin is slightly red from the wax that’s since fallen off. “I figured I’d cast my net and see what happened. I actually tried posting three times, but none of the replies were quite right and I wasn’t willing to settle for anything less than incredible. This was my last shot. And there he appeared.” He smirks at me, because the arrogant bastard knows how clever he is. “A unicorn.”
“So, you went through everything with him beforehand?” I query, wanting to catch up with exactly how all this came about.