Chapter 6
August
Of course the poor 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.
“Of course,” Tallis says, narrowing his eyes a fraction at me. “I didn’t just pull some young man off the street, darling.”
I roll my eyes and sigh fondly at him. “Yes, I figured as much,” I tell my wonderfully prickly husband. “I’m just trying to understand the full picture here.”
He hums, mollified for now. “I outlined all the ways we’d probably want to play with him and how we’ll most likely spend the weekend.
” He winces apologetically. “I told him you like to sugar Daddy your subs, and he might be a bit uncomfortable with that. But we made a compromise. If it’s really too much, he was delighted when I suggested making a charity donation in his name instead. ”
My eyebrows rise in surprise. In my experience, most subs jump at the chance to receive gifts and money when given the chance. The amount of money I earn makes me uncomfortable, so sharing that wealth gives me a lot of pleasure. But if this boy really doesn’t want that, I’ll accept it.
The optimist in me hopes I can talk him around, though. The idea of taking him shopping tomorrow afternoon would be as much of a gift as everything he’s going to give me.
Has already given me.
Before I can ponder about anything else, he suddenly jerks away in our arms, then freezes, looking around guilty. “I fell asleep,” he hisses, sounding mortified. “I’m so sorry. That’s so rude.”
Tallis chuckles and kisses the boy’s cheek. “It’s a compliment, little treat. I trust you had a good time?”
The boy lets out a startled sort of laugh.
“Is that a trick question?” Tallis frowns at him, and it makes my toes curl even though I’m not the one in trouble.
“Um, sorry, Master. I didn’t mean to be flippant.
I thought it was pretty obvious that’s the best sex I’ve ever had, but I guess it’s probably a regular Friday night for you guys, huh? ”
It’s my turn to frown as I press my lips to his shoulder and squeeze him tight. “Trust me, little treat. There was nothing regular about what just happened.”
“Oh,” he says, his cheeks going a pretty pink color. “Um, thank you, Daddy.”
“Thank you,” I tell him with a grin, leaning over to peck a kiss on his cheek. “Now, if it’s okay with our Master, I’d like to clean you up and get you ready for bed.”
Tallis smiles fondly at me. “As long as you’ll let me feed you both as well, I think that’s a great plan.”
In all the excitement, I’d forgotten about the food I’d smelled in the slow cooker downstairs. And while I’ve enjoyed snacking on the desserts, I know I’ll appreciate a proper meal after all that exertion.
“Wanna sleep,” the boy mumbles, already dozing off again. I don’t doubt that he’s exhausted, but he won’t thank us if we leave him in this state.
“Come on, sweetheart,” I gently encourage him. “Let Daddy and Master take care of you, then you can sleep. I promise.”
He grumbles but doesn’t fight me as I ease him into a sitting position. I throw my legs over the side of the bed so I can stand and pull him up with me.
“Look at the pretty mess we made of you,” I say with a chuckle, brushing off the wax that hasn’t already dislodged from his back and legs. Cum and lube are leaking from his hole, and he honestly looks stunning.
“I’m a work of art, Daddy,” he says with a tired giggle.
But I happen to agree. So I straighten up and hold his hands as I kiss his swollen lips. “That you are, little treat. It’s time for a fresh canvas, though, so we can make another mess tomorrow.”
“Okay, Daddy,” he says with a happy sigh, allowing me to lead him into the main bathroom. Tallis follows behind us, unbuttoning his shirt as he walks.
I hang up my satin robe and then get the water going so it’s nice and hot.
We have plenty of room to all fit under the walk-in rainfall shower because that’s exactly how we designed it when we had the bathroom remodeled.
Aftercare is one of my favorite parts about being a Daddy, and we had to make sure there would be room for at least three people in here, if not more.
Tallis gives himself a very quick rinse then kisses my mouth. “Take your time, my darling. Enjoy your gift. I’m going to get everything in order.”
I smile and kiss him again before he can make his escape. “Thank you, baby,” I murmur against his lips.
He doesn’t need to tell me the details because I know he also loves aftercare.
It just manifests differently for him. His usual routine is to strip the bed and put on fresh sheets, getting the dirty ones into the machine right away.
Or course we have many sets of sheets, but he doesn’t like leaving things unattended.
It’s one of the ways he shows his affection, making sure the house runs like a well-oiled machine.
Then he’ll serve us the dinner he’s made.
Normally, we’d entertain our guest over drinks late into the night, then go for round two of fun.
But judging by the state our little treat is in, I suspect we’ll be putting him to bed and he’s going to be out like a light as soon as his head hits the pillow.
I don’t mind that, though. Knowing he’s going to be with us until Sunday evening takes the pressure off going so hard tonight.
“I guess we’re on our own, kid,” I say jovially as Tallis heads out of the bathroom—but not before he’s put two big, fluffy robes on the heated radiator for us. My heart somehow manages to grow even larger with my never-ending love for him.
“That’s okay, Daddy,” the boy says, swaying as I start massaging shampoo into his hair. “The Master and I got to spend time alone before you got home. So now it’s our turn.”