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With a bit of maneuvering, Daddy had them both on their sides, pressed together from fingertips to Jamie’s one available set of toes. Jamie rested his head on his own arm and laced his fingers together with Neil’s. They’d stopped kissing, just breathing in each other’s air. It was intimate, that pressure of chests and cocks aligned, the rope that meant they couldn’t move apart until Daddy wanted them to.

With their arms stretched above them, resting on their cheeks, they were in a quiet, dark space made just for them.

“Hi,” Jamie whispered in their quiet little tent.

“Hi,” Neil whispered back.

Even with his eyes closed, Jamie could hear that this was just as special to Neil.

Daddy continued positioning them, resting Jamie’s stump over Neil’s hip, then doing something that might have bent Neil’s knee.

Jamie heard the snick of a lid opening, followed shortly by Daddy’s hand tracing down his back. When Daddy’s palm reached Jamie’s crack, the pressure turned to two slick fingers gliding over his hole. Jamie shivered, letting that delicious feeling of not knowing what was next wash over him, of trusting his Daddy so deeply that every touch was an unanticipated surprise.

Neil shuddered against Jamie, grinding their cocks together. “Is he…?” Neil asked breathlessly.

Jamie loved talking dirty. “Is Daddy teasing my hole with his thick fingers? Yeah, he’s…”

Daddy wouldn’t let him finish the sentence, driving two fingers inside him and pushing all the air from his lungs.

“Oh fuck, yeah. He’s inside me. Feels so good.”

Neil moaned. “Jamie,” he whimpered. “It burns. Oh God.”

All movement stopped.

“No, Sir!” Neil turned his head desperately. “Please don’t stop. It’s just… please? I want it...”

“Tell me if it’s too much,” Daddy rumbled.

“No, not too much. Or too much in the best way. Too much of...”

The easy glide began again, Daddy stroking inside each of them in tandem.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

Neil didn’t even need dirty talk. Every word out of his mouth drove Jamie higher. He liked knowing that they were experiencing everything together, mirror images entwined in passion.

Jamie could feel the moment Daddy found Neil’s prostate because his whole body convulsed. His fingers searched around and then lightning shot through Jamie, electric and pulsing.

Daddy twisted and scissored his fingers, opening them each up and driving Jamie right to the edge.

When Daddy’s fingers withdrew, Jamie cried out as loudly as Neil.

For long minutes they lay there, panting and desperate, sharing the exquisite joy of needing to be filled.

“Are we…?” Neil murmured.

Could he possibly think that they were almost done? Jamie kissed him, lapping at his mouth. “This is just the setup, baby. Daddy hasn’t even gotten started yet.”

“The setup?” came Neil’s shocked whisper.

“Oh yes,” Daddy broke in. “I’m just getting my sexy boys ready.”

Neil moaned again.

Something cold and smooth dragged along Jamie’s hole, teasing before demanding entry. It slid in easily, but what was it?

He could feel the round shape once it was in. Anal beads. Daddy drew the bead back out, teasing him with it. Jamie writhed against Neil who was apparently experiencing the same thing.