He’d love that! Oh, I know he’d love that!
Taggart’s words rang like a clear bell across a still wallow, only he’d never uttered them aloud.
I-I can hear you.
Joyous realization hit when Soren realized they were communicating mind to mind.
And I can hear you.
They giggled together, aloud and in his mind, and it all became truly real for him. He had a mate. Two mates. He belonged to someone.
You’ve gotta claim Daddy now. Then he’ll know that you want to call him that, and he’ll tell you it’s okay.
Claim….
He hadn’t even figured out how to move yet.
Claim Daddy. Claim Daddy!
Taggart was a little cheerleader inside Soren’s head, his enthusiasm helping him decipher which signals to have his brain send his arms so he could flip himself over. Sweaty waves of russet and dusky brown hair fell over his eyes, which he tried to blow away from his face, but the stubborn strands just lingered and barely swayed. A big palm appeared beneath his face, right before Arlo cupped it and rubbed his thumb over Soren’s jaw. Slow, gentle, unhurried.
Despite the cock that jutted out proudly from a nest of curls, the fat tip weeping, Arlington never attempted to rushhim. Somewhere, in all of his and Taggart’s rolling around and sucking, Arlo had shucked off his clothes, revealing the full magnitude of that barrel, tattooed chest and ridged abdominal muscles.
Grinning up at him, Soren took his time to appreciate all the magnificence, as he slowly dipped his head to let his hair trail across Arlo’s chest. The big man sucked in his breath and let out a rumble as Soren traced his tongue along Arlo’s collarbone and tattoos, then kissed his throat. Arlo’s fingers tangled lightly in his hair as Soren slid backwards, trailing a line of kisses between Arlo’s pecks, admiring the beautiful ink work.
Whether it was the temperature of the room, or what he was doing to the man, Soren couldn’t say, but they were stiff and taunt beneath his tongue when he licked over one.
A hand stroked over his flank, but it wasn’t Arlo’s, his fingers still gripped the shoulder-length strands of Soren’s brown locks. Taggart stroked over the curve of his ass and down his thigh, gently, like he was petting or urging him on.
The bobbing feast of Arlo’s cock, the scent of his pre-cum and musk, had Soren dripping already, and he had only grazed the back of his hand over Arlo’s length. It was too tempting to just bite the first bit of skin available, in this case, Arlo’s side, as he kissed down it, but a deeper urge, a more primal urge, held him at bay.
He wanted to sink his teeth into Arlo’s cock the way he’d sunk them into Taggart’s. He wanted them all to wear marks in the same places, private places only they’d get to see. And damnit all, after so long of being alone and not having anyone’s hands on him, he wanted to draw this out as long as possible, until they were all gasping and trembling with need.
Grunting, Arlo finally exerted the smallest bit of pressure, only Soren just licked his abs, counting each ridge with a kiss followed by his tongue. The way they flexed as Arlo leaned backonto one of the beanbag chairs was thrilling, powerful even, especially for a little bird like him. Now he had his mate exactly where he wanted him. Pressing back against the hands Taggart still caressed him with, Soren slid lower, so he could kiss up the inside of one of Arlo’s thighs and down the other, being careful to only brush the tip of his hair over his waiting cock.
This time, when Arlo sucked in a breath, it almost sounded painful, as did the throaty groan he let out, crushing Soren’s hair in his fists. He loved having his hair pulled. Not ripped out, just tugged until the pressure made everything feel solid and unyielding. They were almost there, almost to the point where he couldn’t move except to go where Arlington directed.
Almost.
His lips trailed kisses over Arlo’s heavy balls, his tongue forging a path up the shaft until he reached the head. He tried to tease, but Arlo was having none of that now, he just pressed him lower, bumping his cock against Soren’s lips until he opened up and engulfed the head. It stretched his lips almost to the point of protesting, even as he moaned, the mating scent so much heavier now, as his jaw relaxed, and his mouth accepted the first few inches.
Humming, he felt Taggart kiss up his spine as Arlington pressed him a little lower, then Taggart slid a hand beneath him, pumping his cock, and Soren was gone, coming as he sunk his teeth intoDaddy.
Gods, yes. Yes, I am Daddy!
Arlo’s words rolled in a giant rumble through his mind, amplifying everything as the flavors of blood and cum poured over his tongue, as he marked his claim on Arlington forever.
Arlo
Another boy.
He had another boy.
Arlo’s mind was a buzz of pleasure as Soren’s lips went slack and he slowly retracted his teeth from Arlo’s flesh, his cock not only healing but already attempting to come to life again at just the thought of burying it inside of Soren and claiming him the way he had Taggart. He just needed his boy to sit up a little, so he could see those dazed and blissed-out golden eyes. Yes. There they were. His mouth was slack and twitching, curling up in a brief smile before his head lolled back to rest against Taggart’s shoulder, their mate easily holding Soren up for him. Despite the pleasure he’d twice received now, Soren rolled his hips and widened his knees, offering himself up to him.
It only took a few swipes to collect the mess on Soren’s belly, to slick his fingers and probe at the entrance Taggart had continued preparing for him. He took two fingers easily and raised his hips in a plea for more, his mewl so soft and high-pitched it was almost a twitter.
“Fill me. F-fuck me. Mark me, Daddy!” Soren whimpered, shocking him a little with the filthy plea that spewed from his lips.
