Chapter Twenty
Taggart
He stood next to Arlo fidgeting with excitement as they watched Zaiden and the serpents who protected him—not that he needed it, so Arlo explained, the serpent was deadly—leave. They had stayed for several days, coming daily to work with Taggart so he could lead them through the dark web.
Zaiden had declared earlier today that he had everything they needed from Taggart. A relief he didn’t voice, but Arlo and Soren knew. What had Taggart excited was that while he had worked inside with Zaiden, Arlo and the crash had worked outside, resulting in a finished outdoor space.
The day was warm, and the wallow looked inviting. So Taggart projected loudly to Arlo and Soren what he wanted even as they continued to wait for Zaiden to disappear.
Hurry. Hurry. Hurry. I want to get nakey and play in the wallow on Daddy’s back.
Arlo’s rumbling chuckles and snorts were all in his head and quickly followed by Soren’s giggles as he shifted and landed on Arlo’s shoulder, tweeting.
His clothes landed in a heap at Taggart’s feet.
He needed no more invitation and shifted into his meerkat form, his clothes joining Soren’s before he wriggled out of the pile to scamper up Arlo’s jean-clad leg to perch on the other shoulder.
“Alright, let’s get in the wallow,” Arlo said with much amusement.
Taggart scampered up onto Arlo’s head, ready to sit on Arlo’s horn when he shifted.
His little oxpecker tweeted and took flight.
So graceful, he circled the wallow as Taggart clasped Arlo’s head as he bent to shuck off his boots and jeans, then striding to the edge of the wallow before he reached up for Taggart.
“I need to take off my T-shirt,” he explained, kissing Taggart’s little nose before placing him down on the ground.
He vocalized his displeasure before a very naked Arlo stretched and stepped away before his rhino appeared. He dropped his enormous head and angled his horn so Taggart could climb up easily.
Taggart groaned in delight as he slid down the horn and then ran over Arlo’s skull to scamper down the hide of his back.
Although his hide was tough, it was warm, and Taggart took his time finding just the right spot.
Then he lay on his furry back to stretch out, feeling the warmth of the sun on his fur and the heat of Arlo’s rhino beneath him.
Arlo vocalized back at Taggart as they climbed into the wallow carefully as not to splash or drown Taggart.
His paws ran over the tough hide, and he giggled in his mind at the fluttering of air above him right as Soren came to perch right next to Taggart, his tweets music to Taggart’s meerkat.
There had never been a more perfect moment for Taggart, his imagination was great, except the reality of them in the wallow, it was so much more. They hardly moved. The occasional swish of a tail and the flap of a wing as the afternoon sun lowered in the sky. Taggart never wanted the moment to end.
When Arlo finally shifted in the muddy water holding both Taggart and Soren in his hands, Taggart was about to complain until Arlo spoke. “So, who wants to have some hot tub naked time with Daddy?”
Taggart’s furry paw shot up, and he shifted so fast, he gave Arlo the hard task of trying to hold him and not upend Soren.
Taggart’s giggles erupted out of him with joy when Arlo wiggled him around onto his mud-slicked hip. The delightful feeling of slick skin against his sent tendrils of desire through him. “I knew you’d hold me up, Daddy.”
Arlo kissed his upturned lips. “Always.”
Soren’s tweeting increased.
“Come on, Soren shift, we can shower in the outside area and then have fun in the hot tub with Daddy,” Taggart demanded cheekily and for good measure sent Soren a picture of him sat on Taggart’s cock while he sat on Daddy’s. A Taggart sandwich.
Next thing, Soren was running across the yard to where the hot tub sat, leaping in, his enthusiasm encouraging Taggart to follow.
He wriggled in Arlo’s arms.
“No, shower off the mud first,” Arlo chided good-naturedly, already stalking to the external shower sat to the left of the wallow and to the right of the hot tub.
They’d thought of everything.
Taggart was never more grateful when it meant they could stay outside, and he could watch Soren lay back and float in the massive hot tub after he put on the jets.
“The bubbles are tickling my bottom,” he called out playfully.
Taggart’s cock jerked with the need to feel the bubbles touching his bottom. “Hurry, Daddy,” he exclaimed excitedly, once more wiggling in the water spray trying to get to all the muddy spots from touching Arlo.
Arlo tapped his bottom. “Go on then, but be careful not to slip on the wooden deck.”
Taggart nodded, skipping to Soren, chewing his lip as he made his way to the edge. He released it only when he slipped into the bubbles, sighing in relief.
“Here. Right here,” Soren stated, dragging Taggart closer and moving to let him take the spot he’s been floating in. The bubbles tickled his bottom with a little more force than he was expecting, and he groaned at the feel teasing him.
“Ohhhh, Daddy, it could compete with your tongue on my bottom,” he exclaimed breathlessly.
“Now, we’ll have to see ‘bout that.”
Arlo’s eyes narrowed on him, and Taggart nearly came on the spot at the intensity and the promise. “Is that right, Daddy?”
He pulled Soren closer, seeking his lips, needing him to help release some of the sexual tension that had been missing with the exhaustion. Freedom had brought back the desire so fast Taggart thought he might burst or, worse, float away before he got what he wanted.
Soren
Pressing his mate back against the edge of the hot tub, Soren kissed him thoroughly, while making certain that Taggart remained in front of the jets.
It was the best sort of torment, feeling his mate squirming, moaning and sighing into every kiss, with the occasional bubble slipping from behind Taggart to tickle Soren’s leg.
Giggling, Soren broke the kiss, Taggart’s eyes narrowing as his lips pressed into a pout, right before he realized what Soren was about to do. Ducking beneath the surface, he wrapped his lips around his mate’s cock and sucked while the bubbles kept on tickling him.
The result was almost instantaneous as Taggart started squirming, only to find that he couldn’t go anywhere without making Soren move.
“No fair!” Taggart squeaked as Soren popped up, gasping and brushing the wet hair back from his eyes.
“Message undeliverable,” Soren quipped in his best mock computer voice right before he sunk back beneath the surface and captured Taggart’s cock in his mouth again.
Gripping his hips, he bobbed his head, bubbles escaping around Taggart to tickle Soren’s nose. He came up laughing at the feel and shoving at his hair once again, the adorably disgruntled look on Taggart’s face, one that Soren wouldn’t forget anytime soon.
“Daddy!” Taggart whined as Arlo’s large, bulky frame blocked out what remained of the sun. “Soren won’t stop teasing me.”
Soren glanced back to see a perplexed look creep across Arlington’s face as he cocked his head and regarded them. “Isn’t teasing you the point?”
Soren couldn’t help but snicker as Taggart’s mouth dropped open.
It was the perfect moment to kiss him, which also resulted in Taggart being pinned against the bubbles again.
He could feel the water being displaced as Arlington joined them, then his hand swept Soren’s hair to the side as he licked and nipped up the back of Soren’s neck, making him shiver and moan into the kiss with Taggart.
With Arlington’s arm over his shoulder and his body pressed against his back, it held Soren pinned to Taggart, who ceased complaining, especially when their Daddy gripped his hair and kissed Taggart the moment his lips were free.
Tilting his head and turning a little put Soren at the perfect height to lick and nuzzle over Arlington’s neck, until he found his nipple and latched on, swirling his tongue around it, nipping, and kissing until it was a taunt, pebbled nub.
Taggart and Daddy were still kissing, so Soren turned and treated Taggart to the same licking and sucking, his hand slipping beneath the surface of the water to grasp Arlington’s cock, slowly pumping him with the same slow, lazy, rolling rhythm as he nibbled Taggart’s chest.
Arlington’s deep groans mixed with Taggart’s high-pitched whines and were as awesome as birdsong.
Alternating, Soren moved back to licking Arlo and switching t slowly stroke Taggart.
“Eeep,” Soren yelped, half tweet, half moan, as Arlington’s large fingers wrapped around his hard shaft while Taggart stroked his balls.
The rubbing made it difficult to remember what he’d been doing, and he turned his head, only to bump his nose on Arlington’s arm so hard his eyes immediately watered. The pinch of pain cut through the pleasure, but only for a few seconds.
Arlington’s growl sent a shiver down Soren’s spine.
His eyes popped open the moment he felt himself lifted and dragged away from Taggart.
Arlington plopped his butt down on the wooden deck that ran around the edge of the hot tub, putting Soren’s cock at just the perfect height for Arlington to wrap his lips around it.
His lips and tongue felt amazing while the echo of his groans vibrated around Soren, creating the best sensation in the world.
Soren tangled his fingers in Arlington’s hair as he leaned back, splaying himself out for Arlington, whose sounds changed like Taggart was doing something wickedly naughty to their mate.