Ollie and the others were subs—or at least close enough that they’d probably understand in a way Roni and Rooster couldn’t. He didn’t get a little vibe from Ollie, but he and Six still had some sort of daddy/boy relationship. And the way Houston watched Kenneth, touching him whenever he got near… he wouldn’t be surprised if there was something there too.
As for CJ, he wasn’t sure, but he had been the one to say he could ask them about their relationships.
After a harried-looking mom and her two kids, who both appeared to be under the age of three, left, Emmett cleared his throat lightly and stared at his hands under the table. The other three fell silent, and he could feel them looking at him.
“So, um… CJ mentioned I could maybe, uh, ask you guys some questions?”
A light tan hand snuck under the table and gripped his twisting ones. “Of course you can,” Kenneth said softly.
Emmett had learned he was the oldest of four siblings, his brother staying with him and Houston when he was on breaks from the university. From what little he’d said about it, Emmett had still gotten the impression Kenneth had done a lot of the raising of his siblings and cared about them deeply. His heart hurt, wondering what that would have felt like, growing up with an older sibling who loved and cared for him when his parents ignored him.
“I’m a literal open book,” Ollie piped up, leaning against Emmett’s shoulder. “These two know everything about me. From my favorite color to the size and shape of my balls.”
“Jesus,” CJ muttered, rubbing his face.
“Am I wrong?” Ollie challenged, sticking his tongue out and catching the tip of Emmett’s chin. “Whoops, sorry. Nonconsensual licking isn’t cool.”
“I swear to god, Ollie,” Kenneth groaned.
“What? Why are you guys always so uptight? Emmett iscool, remember?”
“That doesn’t mean he wants to hear about your balls,” CJ hissed, leaning around Kenneth and Emmett to frown at Ollie.
“He needs to get used to them if he’s going to join us on waxing nights.”
Instead of letting himself get sucked into asking what the heck a waxing night was, Emmett blurted out, “I’m a little.”
The lighthearted bickering ground to a halt, and Kenneth’s fingers flexed around Emmett’s, but he didn’t let go. No one said anything for a long, excruciating moment, and then CJ cleared his throat.
“I’m not sure I really know what that is,” he said carefully, ducking his head to meet Emmett’s eyes and smiling gently. “If you’re comfortable, will you tell us about it?”
“Um, okay.” He hadn’t expected this. Why had he assumed they’d justknowabout ageplay simply because they were into other kinky stuff?
“That’s where you like to pretend to be a kid, right?” Ollie asked before he could figure out how his mouth worked. “And you have a mommy or daddy who, like, cuddle you and stuff. It’s all sweet and adorable and shit, right?”
“That’s… well, yeah. Sort of.” He took a deep breath and peeked at the door to make sure no one was about to come in and overhear them. “It’s like you have an inner child that you let out sometimes to play and relax and not have to deal with yucky grown-up stuff.”
Yucky. Whoops, the vulnerable way talking about it was making him feel had his little side pushing to the surface.
“That sounds cool as hell,” CJ said. “Grown-up stuffisyucky.”
“Totally,” Ollie agreed. “That’s kind of how I feel when I wear my cock cage. Like… all the bad stuff disappears, and all I can focus on is Six.”
“Same,” Kenneth admitted, voice soft and cheeks flushing a dark red. “When Houston ties me up… my whole brain shuts off. All I can do isfeel.”
Emmett sucked in a deep breath, his eyes stinging as he nodded. They got it. They gothim. “I’ve never… I’ve only ever been little by myself or with Roni, but it’s not the same as it will be with a daddy. I don’t think, anyway.”
Kenneth’s hand tightened almost to the point of pain on his. “Are you thinking about sharing your little side with Rooster? There’s no rush.”
“No, I know,” Emmett said quickly, so touched this man who’d just met him was worried Rooster was rushing him. “We’ve talked about it a lot and been on a few dates?—”
“Nice,” Ollie stage-whispered. “Moving slowly is smart when you’re new to things.”
Emmett’s brows shot up, and he glanced at him. “Slowly? We’ve only been on three dates, and we’re planning on taking things to the next level already.”
Ollie shrugged, grinning. “I moved in with Six basically the day I met him.”
Emmett’s mouth gaped open. “Seriously?”
