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Neil’s eyes widened, then his rhythm slowed. He dropped Jamie’s leg to cup his face with both hands. “I love you, too,” he spoke in wonder.

Neil turned and repeated the words with equal reverence. “I love you, Daddy.”

Daddy looked equally stunned, and then awed. It seemed that none of them had been quite ready for that admission. He glided over to the bed and laid himself out beside them. “I love you, too, baby boy.” He gripped the back of Neil’s neck and claimed his mouth. “Now keep making love to our Dragonfly.”

Neil’s thrusts were slow now, sweet like syrup. Jamie hooked his leg around Neil’s back, luxuriating in every movement. Daddy was with them now, running soft touches wherever he could reach. But Neil’s eyes were still locked on Jamie’s.

When Daddy reached between them, his broad hand stroking Jamie’s erection, it was just one more song in the symphony of this beautiful thing that was growing and swelling between them.

Pleasure zinged through Jamie’s body. Daddy’s hands and Neil’s cock. Neil’s ragged breaths against his lips and Daddy’s soft kisses against his shoulder. The three of them, tangled together.

It was building and building, getting so close. “Neil!” Jamie gasped out. “Please, more. Daddy, please!”

They both increased their speed, all of them together, until everything rushed over him. Jamie spilled into Daddy’s hand, Neil’s thrusts grew erratic and every muscle tightened as he came with a hoarse shout. He pounded into Jamie again, and once more, prolonging their pleasure.

Neil collapsed onto him, and Jamie pulled him in tighter. He loved this feeling, heart and lungs compressed, every muscle buried beneath Neil’s superior weight, like with just a little more effort they could fuse into each other.

“Beautiful,” Neil whispered into Jamie’s ear.

Daddy echoed the statement, stroking down the place where Neil and Jamie’s chests met. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.”

“And you really love me?” Neil asked. “You’re not just saying that?”

“I love you, sweet boy,” Daddy confirmed, stroking his sweaty forehead and back along his scalp.

“I love you, too,” Jamie agreed. “But you’re not allowed to move.”

Neil raised a quizzical eyebrow.

“That’s the agreement,” Jamie told them both convincingly. He was feeling joyful and light, all disconnected with his mouth spilling out whatever passed through his mind. “Neil’s moving in with us,” he told Daddy, “and he’s going to stay right here and hold me down.”

“Do I get to move later?”

Jamie shook his head. “No. Daddy will bring us food. And give us kisses. We never need to move.”

Neil gave Jamie one more kiss and then moved, dammit. Pulling out of Jamie’s ass and removing all of that delicious weight.

“Hey!”

“We’re sticky and gross. You don’t want all of that to dry on you, do you?”

“Maybe,” Jamie hmphed.

Neil came back in to nuzzle Jamie’s nose. “I love how you don’t make a damned bit of sense right after you come.”

Jamie grinned sleepily. “It’s one of my best features.”

“Or maybe I just love everything about you,” Neil suggested instead.

“Yeah, it’s probably that. More kisses, please?”

And he got them.

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Neil

January