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, thenhis 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.
