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It starts completely innocently. It’s all Rain’s fault, really, and he doesn’t even do it on purpose.
“Daddy,” Rain whines, stomping his foot a little, “I don’t want to go home.”
Phayu raises an eyebrow, unimpressed, and folds his arms across his chest. “Say goodbye to the baby before you get yourself in any more trouble,” he says. Rain huffs, and turns to kiss Sky on the cheek.
The problem is that at the same time, Sky is having a whispered argument with Prapai about why, exactly, they can’t have a second night of sleepovers, and he isn’t paying attention. He turns, startled at the movement in his peripheral, and instead of his cheek Rain’s soft lips land on his own.
They freeze like that, lips touching, eyes wide and locked on each other’s. They both pull back after an eternity, bright red, Sky’s hands shaking.
“I’m sorry, Daddy!” Sky yelps immediately, “I didn’t mean to!”
Rain doesn’t say anything. He just looks slightly dazed.
Phayu and Prapai have an entire conversation in nothing but shared looks, and it makes Sky’s nape tingle. It’s never good when the Daddies team up, especially with eyes dark and hungry.
“It’s okay, baby, do it again.” Prapai encourages Sky, and Sky only looks at him with confusion. Do it again? Do what again? Kiss Rain? But he hadn’t meant to do it the first time, how was he meant to do it again?
“Little boy, Daddy thinks you should kiss your friend goodbye properly. Why don’t you show Sky how we say goodbye, hm?” Phayu prompts Rain who looks like he’s only just barely coming out of his lost, confused state. He still looks a little wobbly on his feet, but he nods in understanding and takes Sky’s hand.
“Can I kiss you, baby Sky?” His voice sounds thicker, slower, and his eyes still look a little glazed but he also sounds present, like Rain just a little different. Phayu and Prapai are watching with an intensity Sky has rarely seen from either of them, at least, not when directed at him and Rain together.
A little bit lost for words, Sky gives a hesitant nod. He doesn’t entirely understand what’s going on here, but he knows it makes his body feel hot all over and yet sends shivers down his spine.
This time, Rain places a hand on his cheek, holding his head in place as he leans in. Their lips brush once, twice, and then Rain takes a tiny step closer and gets Sky to tilt his head a little bit more.
It’s not like kissing Prapai, not at all. There’s no dominance to the kiss, for one thing. And no comfortable familiarity. This is uncertain, exploratory.
And then Rain licks across the seam of Sky’s lips and Sky’s brain short circuits. His lips part on instinct, the habit ingrained in him, and oh, that’s Rain’s tongue in his mouth.
Sky doesn’t know what to do. He feels frozen. But Rain seems happy to take the lead, coaxing him to move his tongue, to slide theirs together. Sky lets out a little whimpering moan, and then he has to break the kiss to hide his face in his hands, sure he’s done something wrong by getting so into it.
He’s being drawn close into his Daddy’s arms almost instantly, Prapai stealing his lips in a bruising, filthy kiss. They’re not normally as big into public displays of affection as Rain and Phayu – who Sky is certain have an exhibitionism kink – so it surprises Sky enough to take his mind off what’s just happened.
He returns the kiss without hesitation, letting himself be pulled into a tight, crushing embrace while Prapai licks into his mouth. Soon, the lingering taste of Rain on his lips and tongue is replaced entirely with the taste of his Daddy, and he could almost forget what’s just happened if, when he finally is pulled away from Prapai, he doesn’t see Rain and Phayu locked in a similar heated kiss.
“Daddy?” Sky asks, needing reassurance and clarity.
Phayu and Rain finally part, Rain looking even more dazed than before, and Phayu nods at Prapai.
“Daddy isn’t mad, baby. Phayu and I liked watching the two of you, so pretty together. We should all talk about this again at a later time, hm?”
Sky licks his lips, as if he might chase the memory of what just happened. He doesn’t know what to think, what to do, but Prapai has never led him astray before, so he just nods.
They see Rain and Phayu out the door, and it’s like nothing weird happened at all. Like they just had a normal goodbye. Later, though, in bed, Prapai and Sky talk about it.
Extensively.
“You want to watch me make out with Rain?” Sky says, a little uncertain. Prapai’s cheeks are tinted red in a rare display of self-consciousness.
“Make out,” he says, “touch. Sleep with, if you’d be okay with it.”
Sky knows without asking that he isn’t talking about their naps.
“Why?”
Prapai doesn’t answer right away, which is one of their nonverbal cues that they’re taking the time to truly consider their response. Sky waits patiently, though he plays with the hem of Prapai’s shirt while he waits, still feeling a little unsure. He knows Prapai is telling him what happened earlier was okay, but after everything with Gun, Sky needs the extra information and reassurance. He needs to know exactly what’s happening here.
“It was really hot to see the two of you earlier. Phayu and I have talked about it before, just in passing, when we’ve seen you boys nap together. We never would have brought it up though because it was just a random fantasy. Until today.”
“Until we kissed by accident?” Sky still doesn’t totally get it, but he thinks he’s starting to see things more clearly.
Prapai clears his throat. “Yeah. Is that okay, baby? It’s alright if you didn’t like it, we don’t ever have to do it again.”
Sky bites his lip and takes his time, giving Prapai the same courtesy of consideration that Prapai gave him. “I liked it,” he finally decides shyly, his voice soft, almost afraid that suddenly Prapai will be jealous.
Prapai smiles instead, bright and pleased. He nuzzles their noses together. “Will you do it again for me?” He asks.
Sky nods slowly. “There have to be rules,” he says. “I need to know… I need to know what’s going to happen. That I’m safe.”
“Of course, baby. As many rules as you like. Whatever you need to feel comfortable.”
Sky nods. It’s not Rain that worries him, exactly. Rain is small and slight and he doesn’t work out. Sky could take him in a fight. He doesn’t need to be concerned that Rain is going to overpower him, to hurt him.
Phayu, on the other hand…
“Phayu isn’t allowed to touch me,” Sky says firmly. “Just like when we have our baths. Only Daddy and Rain can touch me. But… he can touch Rain… while I’m touching Rain. If he wants.”
“Of course, baby. What about me? Can Daddy touch Rain or would you rather I only touch you?”
Sky thinks about that too. He lets himself imagine what it would look like, imagines his Daddy’s hands on Rain’s face or chest or tummy. On his thighs or maybe even Prapai’s big hands spanking Rain.
Then he thinks about what it would feel like. Would he like to watch his Daddy touch his friend? He thinks maybe he’d be okay with it in certain places and situations.
“Not anywhere private, maybe his chest or shoulders. Maybe a spanking if he needed one. But I don’t think I’m okay with you touching him anywhere else or fucking him, not yet anyway.”
Prapai nods along neutrally, not trying to pressure Sky one way or the other. It’s something he’s always appreciated about Prapai.
Something he appreciates less about Prapai is the way he follows his nod with a sharp swat to Sky’s thigh.
“Hey!” Sky protests.
“What has Daddy told you about naughty language?”
Sky pouts at him, rubbing over the sore spot. “We’re talking about sex,” he reminds Prapai. Prapai pulls him into his lap and kisses his nose.
“If Daddy’s rules don’t go away when we’re having sex, then they aren’t going away when we’re just talking about it. Be a good boy, baby.” He gives Sky another kiss, this one a chaste press of lips. “Now. How far are you comfortable going with Rain?”
Sky shrugs, not bothering to argue that he is always a good boy. “Pretty far?” He says, sounding mostly certain. “I trust Rain. I could… I could probably do anything Daddy wanted.”
That has Prapai’s eyes going dark again, the same hungry look from earlier returning. “Wanna be a good boy for Daddy, hm?” Prapai teases his fingertips along Sky’s thighs before seeming to collect himself. He shakes his head as though to clear his thoughts, but doesn’t remove Sky from his lap.
This time he does speak up. “‘M always a good boy, Daddy.”
Prapai smiles at him, sharp and sweet. “My sweet baby. So if Daddy wanted to see Rain fuck his pretty little baby, that would be okay?”
Sky thinks about it, lets the image settle in his mind so he can analyze it. He imagines being on his back while Rain opens him up with his fingers and tongue and then slips into him, easy as anything, all while their Daddies watched. He thinks about Rain hovering over him while his arms grow weak and his thrusts go sloppy with desperation.
He gets lost in the imagery and realizes, with a start, that he still hasn’t answered his Daddy’s question.
His silence is apparently answer enough, because Prapai is grinning wide when he looks. He ducks his head to kiss Sky’s shoulder, and then his throat, trailing his lips gently up to his jaw.
“Or you could fuck Rain,” he says, and Sky lets that image wash over him as well. “Phayu says he’s a noisy thing, do you want to hear him?”
Sky finds he does, or, more importantly, he wants Prapai to hear Rain. He wants Prapai to get every single thing he’s ever wanted. Even if it’s something Sky has never considered before.
“Okay,” Sky says. “Okay, Daddy. Let’s do it.”
They have to have another discussion first, this one with Rain and Phayu over dinner. It goes well. Sky worries at first that Phayu will be offended by his main rule, but Phayu just nods when he hears it, as if he was expecting it.
Rain vibrates in his seat through the whole conversation, like he’s seconds away from launching himself at Sky now that permission is looming on the horizon.
And then, finally…
It’s time.
The day starts off normally enough. Sky knows they’re having a sleepover tonight at their new condo, but he wakes up to breakfast in bed in his favorite footie pajamas. He and Prapai watch some shows together and Sky plays with his blocks, feeling extra small today, and then at lunchtime Phayu and Rain show up.
They have an overnight bag full of various supplies, and Sky goes a little shy thinking about how they’ll all most likely be sharing their big new bed tonight. He and Rain play while the Daddies get lunch ready, and then it’s nap time.
Sky and Rain cuddle even closer than normal, wrapped around each other like koalas while they sleep. When he wakes up it’s to the gentle press of lips to his forehead, and when his eyes open, he realizes it’s Rain kissing him.
It’s almost as though a dam has broken, now, and Sky gives Rain a chaste, tentative kiss to his full lips when he sees their Daddies are lingering in the doorway, watching them.
It’s too early. The plan was to start right after bath time, so that everybody could get cleaned up. There was a detailed list of all the possible ways the night could go, so that Sky wouldn’t be surprised and could prepare himself.
Sky feels like throwing it all out the window when Rain kisses him back. It feels good, feels even better with his Daddy’s eyes on him, watching. Rain kisses him slow and deep, and then a little harder. Then he throws a leg over Sky’s hips and rolls him onto his back.
It’s Phayu who pulls them apart, tugging Rain into his arms with a chuckle. “Not yet, baby,” he says, pressing kisses to Rain’s throat, and Rain lets out a whine of protest.
Prapai settles on the edge of the bed and pulls Sky into his lap, letting him hide his face in his shoulder and settle his racing heart. “Did you have a good nap?” He teases.
Sky swats at him half heartedly. Prapai knows damn well he did.
Prapai teases his fingertips up the inside of Sky’s thigh and then cups lightly over the bulge in his sleep shorts, squeezing gently. “It looks like you had a really good nap, hm?” He taunts, and Sky swats at him again and hides his flushed cheeks in his neck again.
“Daddy don’t be mean!” He whisper-shouts, and Prapai only chuckles at him again.
“Okay, okay. Come on, little boys. You can go color while Phayu and I get some things ready for later.”
Sky knows they are going to change the sheets on the bed and also get some things ready for bath time, but he’s far more interested in coloring and playing house with Rain.
They color quietly for maybe twenty minutes before Rain – who’s little today but not as little as usual – gets bored and decides he wants to play house. He demands to be the Daddy and Sky is his baby, and Sky only laughs and goes along.
It’s all fun and games until Rain gets that mischievous look in his eyes, that look that always means trouble.
“Rain,” Sky whispers, so as not to draw the attention of either of their Daddies from the other room, “whatever you’re thinking, don’t.”
“Oh no,” Rain says in a stage whisper, “my baby’s been naughty! What should I do about that?”
Sky shakes his head in immediate protest. “I have not!” He says.
Rain settles down on the floor and pats his legs. “I think I’ll have to give him a spanking.”
Sky’s cheeks flush. “You’ll do no such thing,” he says in as firm a voice as he can manage. “I don’t need a spanking. I’m good.”
“Don’t worry,” Rain says, reaching out and grabbing Sky by the arms. “This isn’t going to be a mean spanking. I’m gonna show you what it’s like to get a fun spanking.”
That sounds like a terrible idea, quite frankly. Sky shakes his head, but he doesn’t fight as much as he could, because a fuss would draw Prapai and Phayu. If they came out now, Rain might be in trouble, and then the whole event might get canceled.
He drapes himself across Rain’s lap, which isn’t easy work since Rain is squirmy all over the place like he just can’t sit still. He’s all over eager and excited, and it almost would make Sky laugh if he weren’t so nervous about being naughty.
Rain is smoothing a hand down Sky’s lower back, bottom and thighs when Sky hears someone clear their throat and he looks up with wild, wide eyes. It’s Phayu, with his arms folded across his chest.
“Prapai, you should come see this.” He shouts, and Sky tries to scramble back up to his knees but Rain doesn’t let him move. Sky looks up to see Rain glaring daggers at his Daddy and then, a moment later, Prapai appears.
“What do you think you’re doing, little boy?” Prapai directs the question to Rain, but it’s Sky who answers.
“We were just playing house, Daddy. Rain was being the pretend Daddy and I’m the baby.”
“He was a very naughty baby, sir. I was gonna show him that spankings can be fun even for bad little babies.” Rain chirps, gleeful and unbothered by the looks he’s receiving from the Daddies.
There is a moment when Sky thinks they must be in big, big trouble. Prapai’s face is doing something he doesn’t understand and can’t process.
But then Prapai brings a hand up to his face and turns around, shoulders shaking, and Sky realizes he’s trying to hide how hard he’s laughing.
“Thanks for the backup,” Phayu mutters, although not without a small grin of his own. “Are you supposed to be playing those kinds of games?” He asks Rain.
Sky squirms again, and this time Rain lets him up, distracted by his debate with Phayu.
“I thought today was all about those kinds of games?” Rain says in a voice dripping with mock innocence.
Prapai turns around again, clearing his throat. “Are you meant to be playing those games without a Daddy to supervise?” He clarifies. Sky blushes and ducks his head, but Rain just levels them with a hard stare.
“Maybe Sky and me don’t wanna wait until bath time.”
“Little boy–” Phayu starts, but Rain interrupts him.
“Daddy just admit you’re both being pervy and wanna watch me spank the baby.”
Sky gasps. He has never talked to his Daddy like that and cannot fathom what would compel Rain to do so. He knows the other boy likes getting punished but he still just can’t wrap his head around it. Rain doesn’t let him get too far away, a gentle grasp on his wrist keeping him close.
When Sky chances a glance up at the Daddies he sees the hunger there from the first time Rain had kissed him on accident, only it’s darker somehow now, deeper. He thinks maybe Rain is right, though he would never say it out loud, and that their Daddies do want to see Rain spank him.
“It’s okay, Daddy. I might like it?” Sky encourages, not really sure he’ll ever like being spanked but also willing to try it if it will make the others happy.
“If you’re going to spank him you better move to the couch so Daddy can watch closely.” Phayu finally relents, though the look he pins Rain with would be enough to have Sky hiding and worrying for his friend’s bottom.
“Yay!” Rain says, all cheerful smiles again. He even claps, pulling Sky to his feet and practically dragging him over to the couch. They arrange themselves until they’re back in position, and then Phayu and Prapai settle themselves on either side of Rain. Sky stares down at the floor, blushing.
Rain’s hand comes down without any warning whatsoever, and it stings. “Ouch!” Sky protests.
“It’s supposed to hurt,” Rain says, though he sounds uncertain. He brings his hand down again, even harder this time, and Sky yelps and squirms over his lap. He lets Rain give it one more (painful, unsexy) try before he reaches back to cover his backside with both hands.
“No more,” he says firmly. “I don’t like this game.”
Immediately, Prapai pulls Sky out of Rain’s lap and into his own, kissing the top of his head. “Okay, baby, you don’t have to do that anymore.”
“Maybe,” Phayu says thoughtfully, “the wrong little boy was playing Daddy.”
Sky looks up with wide eyes, but Rain is only grinning like a cat who got the canary and the cream.
“It’s only fair, baby Sky. You can spank me if you want!” He sounds so eager and ready, tossing himself across Phayu’s lap and wriggling his butt in Sky’s direction.
Sky looks to his Daddy first, who just shrugs and nods his head as though to tell Sky it’s up to him, and then he looks at Phayu.
“Go ahead, sweet boy. Like he said, it’s only fair you get a try since he did such a bad job trying to show you.” Phayu gives his blessing, and it makes something clench inside Sky’s tummy.
He’s seen Phayu spank Rain before and he also knows what it feels like when his Daddy spanks him. He doesn’t think he can do it like Phayu, but he thinks he can maybe do it sort of like Prapai. He crawls closer, putting a steadying hand on Phayu’s leg in between Rain’s thighs. Phayu lets him but doesn’t touch him in return, and Sky gives him a thankful look before he’s focusing on Rain’s bottom.
Rain is hardly a steady target. He wriggles impatiently, shifting on his hands and knees. He’s eager for it. He’s going to like it, and Sky wants to give it to him.
“Do you need me to show you how?” Phayu asks gently. Sky shakes his head.
“I think I got it.”
The noise Rain makes when Sky brings his hand down is obscene enough that Sky thinks he’s playing it up a bit for Sky’s benefit. He’s still got his pants on, after all, and there’s no way Sky is spanking him as hard as Phayu does. But he swats him again anyway, and is rewarded with another heady moan.
“How many?” Sky asks Phayu.
“As many as you like,” Phayu assures him. “It’ll get him nice and warmed up for our next activity. I’ll stop you if he stops having fun.”
“Don’t stop,” Rain insists, peering over his shoulder at Sky. “I like it.”
Sky hits him again, hard enough to make his own palm sting, and Rain thrusts down against Phayu’s lap. “He’s wearing too many clothes,” Sky decides, blushing from his own words. “I can’t see what I’m doing.”
Phayu’s grin is full of teeth and, even though it scares Sky a little, it also makes his tummy flutter. He can see the desire in Phayu’s eyes and knows his own Daddy is probably just as enthralled and it feels powerful that he and Rain are responsible for that.
“Slutty boy, stop squirmy and let the baby spank you instead of leaking into your pants. Lift your hips.” Sky flushes at the words even though they’re directed at Rain.
Rain obeys instantly, lifting his hips so Phayu can effortlessly slide his shorts and underwear down around his knees. “Do you want them totally off or like this?”
“I think this is good, don’t you sweet boy? It’ll keep your friend from squirming all over his Daddy’s lap like a desperate little slut.” Prapai presses a filthy kiss to Sky’s nape, and Sky shivers a little. His Daddy never uses words like that for Sky, and he sends a little shiver down his spine.
“This is good,” he agrees, before Prapai is guiding his hand back to Rain’s newly exposed bottom, using his grip on Sky’s wrist to move his palm up and down over the very lightly pinkened flesh.
There’s something powerful about having done this to Rain, about being the reason he squirms and shifts and sighs. Sky feels powerful when he brings his Daddy pleasure, too, but the dynamics are different here. He and Rain are on more equal footing, and Sky has more control in this situation. It’s not better than what he has with Prapai, but it’s different in a way that makes Sky feel a little squirmy himself.
It’s easier to spank Rain like this. He can see the imprints his hand leaves, and he has a better idea of just how hard he’s hitting him. At one point, he hits just a little too hard, he can even feel it in his own hand, and Phayu takes him gently by the wrist and makes him rub the sore spot he left behind while Rain whimpers.
“Easy, little one. Like this.”
Phayu guides the next spank, and it pulls a startled squeak from both Rain and Sky. Sky repeats the motion, exactly as Phayu showed him, and Rain moans happily.
Rain’s fully hard between his thighs, leaking copiously onto Phayu’s lap, and Phayu seems completely unbothered by the growing stain on his thigh. He pets down Rain’s spine as Sky spanks him, whispering praise and more filth into his ear. It makes Sky go tomato red.
Prapai is so close, chest pressed to Sky’s back, that he can feel the heat radiating from him. When his Daddy whispers into his ear it’s warm and intimate, stirring the hairs there.
“Doing so well, baby. Do you like it when Phayu helps you spank your friend?”
Sky nods, frantic and desperate. He’s starting to feel as overwhelmed as Rain looks, and his Daddy doesn’t let up even after he’s admitted he likes it. “Use your words, baby.”
“Yes, Daddy, I like it a lot.” He agrees, cheeks flaming. He wants to hide his face but he can’t, and he’s left exposed to Phayu’s gaze on his face and Prapai’s at his back.
“What do you like, baby?” His Daddy is being mean. He knows Sky struggles to verbalize sometimes, especially when he’s feeling so little.
“Like it when P’Phayu helps me spank Rain…” as if to emphasize his words, Phayu uses that moment to bring Sky’s hand down again, this time right on the seat of Rain’s bottom.
“That’s not what you call him, is it baby? Where are your polite words? You should thank him.”
Sky bites his lip. It feels naughty, somehow, and not at all like polite words. It feels filthy, but Sky finds he likes it.
“Thank you for helping me, sir. I like spanking Rain.” He flushes and ducks his head when Phayu smirks at him.
“I think he likes it too, don’t you, naughty boy?” Phayu directs the words to Rain but keeps his eyes on Sky the entire time.
Rain’s answer is wordless, a broken groan that makes Sky shiver. Phayu tsks and helps Sky swat him again, this time on the relatively pale skin of his thighs.
“I asked you a question, baby.”
Rain whimpers. “YessDaddy,” he says, all one word and slightly slurred. Phayu nods and looks at Sky.
“When he starts to struggle with speech, it’s time to wrap up,” he explains. “He’s too far under to reliably tell us if he’s being pushed too far. I think three more, don’t you?”
Sky licks his lips and nods. He likes this so much more than he thought he would, and he’s a little sad that they’re wrapping up so soon. He’s seen Phayu spank Rain for longer, but it must be different to have three sets of eyes and two sets of hands all over you.
Sky makes his last three spanks count, hitting over the pinkest, sorest spots and making Rain yelp and squirm. He learned that trick from the times he’s seen Phayu spank Rain, and it works just as well for Sky. When Phayu finally pets Rain’s hair and tells him they’re done, Rain’s whole body goes limp across Phayu’s lap, like a puppet with its strings cut.
“Is he okay?” Sky asks shyly.
“He’s perfect, aren’t you baby?” Phayu says, pulling Rain up to sit in his lap. Rain’s head lolls against Phayu’s shoulder, and he doesn’t seem to have control of his limbs just yet.
“More, Daddy?” Rain slurs.
“Maybe later, little boy,” Phayu kisses Rain’s cheek and it would almost be chaste if Sky couldn’t see Phayu’s hand cupping Rain’s cock where he’s still hard and leaking.
Rain whines and moans, shameless and desperate, and Prapai drags Sky away from the other two. He looks serious but also turned on, and Sky is curious. “Daddy wants to help Phayu with Rain if that’s okay? You can either stay and watch or you can go play in your fort. We’ll have dinner as soon as we’re done and then bath time for you and your friend.”
And then the real sleepover will start. Sky knows it’s what will be happening after dinner that will be truly naughty, though he still feels a little filthy from what’s happened so far today. He sort of wants to kiss Rain again – he even wants to kiss Phayu just a little bit, though he isn’t sure he’s ready for that – but he thinks he’s okay with his Daddy helping with Rain.
Rain is extra needy, after all, far needier than Sky.
“Wanna watch you, Daddy,” he pauses, biting his lip. Prapai pulls his teeth from his bottom lip and kisses the spot. He waits, patiently, for Sky to continue. “Can I kiss Rain while he’s all soft and needy?”
They both look over to see Phayu’s fingers wrapped around Rain’s cock and the palm of his free hand circling Rain’s neck in a loose hold. Rain looks obscene, spread out for his Daddy to enjoy – for all of them to enjoy. Sky aches to touch him.
“Go ahead,” Phayu says, shifting Rain so his face is no longer tucked into Phayu’s throat.
Prapai and Sky both move, Prapai to sit on the arm of the couch on Phayu’s other side, behind Rain, and Sky to crawl almost into Phayu’s lap with Rain. Rain blinks dazedly at him, clearly well out of his mind with how good he feels. Sky finds himself suddenly unbearably jealous.
“Open your mouth, sweetheart,” Phayu says, thumbing at Rain’s lips. “The baby wants to kiss you.”
Rain’s lips part automatically, showing a flash of his pink tongue. As Sky watches, Prapai slides his hands up Rain’s shirt, finding his nipples and teasing them until Rain whimpers. Rain keeps his mouth open through it all, waiting for Sky.
“Go ahead,” Prapai prompts, placing a kiss on Rain’s neck. “He’s waiting for you.”
Sky leans forward and kisses Rain slowly, letting his tongue dart out to taste him.
Rain had tried some of Sky’s honey and milk for lunch earlier and Sky can still taste the faintest hint of honey on his tongue when he sweeps across it. Rain is sloppy with it, keeping his mouth open and essentially letting Sky explore his mouth with his tongue.
It’s filthy and messy, feels just a little inexperienced even though they’re both adults with plenty of experience. It makes Sky feel that much smaller, and he loves it. If the dark looks in Phayu’s and Prapai’s eyes are any indication, the Daddies love it too.
Rain whimpers when Sky pulls away, and it pulls Sky back in almost without thinking. He licks along his lips and then back into his mouth, mapping out the curve of the roof of his mouth and his tongue. Prapai puts a hand into Sky’s hair and holds him in place while his other hand continues tormenting Rain’s nipples – now underneath his shirt.
Sky’s cock aches and his fingers tingle with the desire to touch, so he does. He settles one hand on Phayu’s thigh to stabilize himself and tries not to think about how he can feel the warmth radiating from Phayu’s cock where his fingers are so close. Then he uses his other hand to crawl up Rain’s stomach and find the opposite nipple from his Daddy, so they both have their hands on Rain.
Rain is a noisy little thing. He gasps and moans into Sky’s mouth, writhing between the three of them. For a moment, Sky imagines what it would be like to relax his boundaries and be the center of attention like Rain is right now, and it makes his cock twitch in his pants.
Rain finally breaks the kiss, shaking his head when Sky tries to go in for another one. “Daddy,” he begs, “Daddy, gonna…”
“Alright, baby,” Phayu says. He releases Rain’s cock and gives Prapai and Sky a look. They both release Rain’s chest, backing away.
Rain sits in Phayu’s lap, eyes closed, breathing heavily. Phayu pets his back and leans in to whisper in his ear, words Sky can’t hear but which seem to soothe Rain.
“I think it’s dinner time,” Phayu finally says. “And then a nice bath. I’m not sure how much longer my sweet boy can be patient.”
“Daddy, I want to touch the baby,” Rain says, proving Phayu’s point.
Sky reaches out towards him, helpless. He wants Rain to touch him just as much as he wants to touch Rain. It’s a strong enough sensation he can’t believe he’d never thought of it before, not in all the time they’d known each other or in all the time they’d been playing together as littles.
But he wants it now. Even though, apparently, he isn’t allowed to get it just yet. Prapai and Phayu both reach out to stop him from touching, and Rain is pulled backwards by Phayu as well.
“No, sweetheart. Not yet. I know you want to touch the baby but we need to get some food into our hungry boys.” Phayu coaxes gently, and Rain pouts but ultimately drops his hand.
“Not hungry for food,” Rain grumbles, and Sky has never agreed with him more.
“I will put you in the corner if you act up, little boy. Just because tonight is meant for fun doesn’t mean you don’t have to follow the rules. Daddy says no, so what does that mean?”
Rain huffs, turning his face to the side. He answers when prompted by a sharp pinch to his thigh from Phayu. “If Daddy says no it means no. No arguing or trying to get what I want.”
Sky looks to his own Daddy. His lower lip juts out, but he doesn’t argue. The last thing he wants is to end up in the corner, tonight of all nights.
“Put the lip away,” Prapai says, straightening up. “Come help Daddy set the table.”
Phayu and Rain had brought dinner with them, so Prapai only has to heat it up while Sky sets the table with everything but knives. Over in the living room, Phayu does something to Rain that Sky doesn’t see, but when they come into the kitchen Rain seems clear headed again.
No amount of promised sex will keep Rain from making a mess when left to his own devices, of course, so by the time dinner is over they need the bath. Phayu wipes Rain’s hands and face with a sigh, and then they’re being herded into the bathroom.
They both sit on the counter while the Daddies get the bath ready, and as Sky waits, Rain moves in his peripheral.
A hand lands on his naked thigh, high up and creeping higher. “Rain,” Sky hisses. “They didn’t say we could.”
“They like it when we’re naughty,” Rain whispers, like a secret, and Sky doesn’t know if that’s true but Rain’s fingers are so close to his soft cock and Sky doesn’t stop him. He just clenches his fingers around the countertop and waits, holding his breath.
“What did I say, naughty boy?” Phayu is there, suddenly, and Sky gasps at his appearance.
“I told you!” Sky feels a bit justified but also a bit dizzy from arousal and worry. They were being bad, even if Rain’s Daddy had managed to stop them. “I told him you wouldn’t like it, sir. He doesn’t listen.”
Phayu only smiles fondly at Sky and gives him a little kiss on the forehead to soothe the furrow between his brows. Prapai watches on from the side of the tub, dumping more bubble bath into the water.
“Don’t I know it. He doesn’t even listen to me and I’m his Daddy.”
“I do so listen! I’m the best boy!”
Sky makes an affronted little sound in his throat. Rain is a liar. Everyone knows Sky is absolutely the best boy.
“Do you want to argue with me and get your mouth washed out, or do you want to get into the tub and get clean so we can all have some fun tonight?”
“Tub, please,” Rain chirps, as though Phayu didn’t just threaten him. Phayu nods and helps him off the counter, but when he turns to do the same to Sky, Sky shakes his head.
“You don’t touch me when I’m naked,” he says, in as firm a voice as he can manage. He’d allowed the forehead kiss but hands are absolutely out of the question. Phayu nods and backs up to give him a little more space.
“Of course not, Sky. I remember your rules. I promise, I’m always going to respect your boundaries.”
Sky has learned from experience never to trust words, only actions, but so far Phayu has never made him feel like his personal space was violated. He hops down from the counter on his own and offers Phayu a shaky smile.
Phayu only smiles back and keeps a respectful distance as Sky makes his way over to his Daddy. Prapai pulls him into a tight hug and presses a kiss to his temple. “I’m very proud of you, baby. I’m honored to have your trust and I know it means a lot to Phayu that you feel safe with him too. We will never hurt you.”
Sky knows that, he’s always known that, but sometimes his brain is a liar and the lies overwhelm him in the moment. Activate his fight or flight response which is permanently stuck on flight. He sees Rain and Phayu whispering to one another and then Rain is giggling and bouncing over to Sky, planting a wet, sloppy kiss on his cheek.
“Come on, I wanna take a bath with the baby!” Rain tugs at Sky’s hand, pulling him closer to the tub which is now full to the brim with bubbles. Sky can already see the mess in their future, but that’s the Daddies problem for filling the tub so full for two babies to dive into. They climb inside, Rain first and then Sky, and Sky’s entire body goes lax as the hot water soothes his muscles and seeps into his bones.
He doesn’t stay lax and relaxed for long. First, Rain wants to play, like they aren’t meant to be getting clean so they can have sex. Sky is personally more excited by the sex than the bubbles, excited and nervous, but Rain splashes him and blows bubbles out of his palm at Sky like they have all the time in the world.
Eventually, Sky has to fight back, and they make a huge mess splashing each other and dumping bubbles on each other’s heads until their Daddies finally separate them, slightly damp themselves now.
“You’re supposed to be getting clean, not making messes,” Prapai lectures as he scrubs Sky clean with a washcloth. He’s grinning when he says it though, so Sky doesn’t feel too chastised. He sits patiently and lets himself be washed…
Right up until Rain makes a loud squeak beside him and yelps, “Daddy!”
When Sky looks over, Phayu has Rain bent over the edge of the tub and is reaching over him, hand disappearing into the water and making very obvious motions while Rain pants.
“I have to make sure you’re completely clean, don’t I?” Phayu says, and Sky’s face goes scarlett. It only worsens when Prapai chuckles in his ear and then pulls Sky up onto his knees, hand trailing teasingly down his spine and between his cheeks.
“Daddy!” It’s Sky’s turn to screech, and then moan, when Prapai’s middle finger presses gently against his entrance. He doesn’t push it in, not yet, but Sky knows he’s going to and it makes his toes curl in anticipation.
“Yeah, baby, you want to be clean for your playtime, don’t you?” Prapai whispers against Sky’s temple, and Phayu must be fingering Rain in earnest now because in his other ear he hears constant panting and pleading.
Sky nods, quiet and coy. He does want to be clean but Prapai calling it playtime is doing things to him. His cock is hard beneath the water, and only growing harder as his Daddy finally pushes into his hole, soapy water the only thing guiding the way.
He tenses up but then relaxes immediately, his Daddy’s hand soothing down his spine and his finger piercing him, deep, long strokes that pass across Sky’s prostate on nearly every inward motion.
It’s not enough, not nearly enough, but it has Sky keening, his voice echoing in the huge bathroom. He’s not as loud as Rain, though, who seems to be careening towards the edge at a rapidly increasing speed.
He can tell exactly when Phayu stops fucking Rain with his fingers, because Rain’s noise of protest is loud and furious.
“If you come now, you won’t get to come later,” Phayu warns him. “You wanted to play with Sky, didn’t you?”
Sky thinks Rain pouts as he nods, but he can’t be sure because Prapai eases another finger into him and his eyes slip closed. “Daddy,” he pleads. “Daddy, don’t stop.”
“It wouldn’t be fair of me to give you different rules than Rain has, would it?” Prapai says, teasing gently at Sky’s prostate, not enough pressure to bring him to the edge. “If he only gets to come once but I make you come until you’re crying?”
Sky whines and clutches at the edge of the tub, knuckles white. He’s starting to understand why Rain sounds so desperate and got so close so fast, his Daddy knows exactly what he’s doing and he’s keeping Sky on the precipice of spilling over.
“Babies get different rules, Daddy. I’m a baby,” It’s one of Sky’s sneakiest manipulations – or, at least, he thinks he’s being sneaky – to play up his age when he wants something.
It doesn’t work this time, however, only makes Prapai chuckle meanly and pull his fingers free. He swirls them in the water to clean them and cups Sky’s face with his other hand, pulling him into a kiss that starts chaste but ends up filthy.
“Not this time, little boy. You babies want some fun playtime and we’re going to give it to you, sweetheart.” It’s Phayu who answers, his eyes pinning Sky in place even as his hand is pinning Rain to the side of the tub, held low at the base of his spine.
They’re herded out of the tub after that, scrubbed dry and then led naked into the bedroom. And once they’re there…
Sky actually doesn’t know what to do.
He looks at Rain, and Rain looks at him, and they both seem to realize the flaw in the plan at the same time: neither of them is a Daddy or any type of Dom, who, exactly, is meant to take the lead?
Prapai, apparently, and thankfully. He settles in on the bed and pulls Sky up next to him, until he’s laying on his back in the center of the bed. The center of attention, just like he’d imagined, and Sky blushes down to his chest.
“Come here, Rain,” Prapai says gently, holding his hand out for Rain to take. Rain looks to Phayu for approval before accepting, allowing himself to be pulled up to straddle Sky’s thighs.
Phayu joins them on Sky’s other side, very pointedly leaving several inches of space between them. “You wanted to touch the baby,” he tells Rain. “Go ahead. Anywhere you like.”
Rain kisses Sky before he does anything else, just as wet and messy as it had been earlier but this time with more intent. The Daddies settle in on their side of them, and Sky can feel his own Daddy’s hand on his wrist, holding him and reassuring him all at once.
Before things get any more heated, Rain is pulling away and pressing his lips to Sky’s ear. “Are you okay with this, baby Sky? Wanna touch you, if that’s okay?” Sky could cry with how grateful he is for the wonderful people he has in his life. He nods his head, but then remembers it’s important to use his words.
“Yeah, want you to touch me, Rain.”
It’s all the permission Rain needs, his hands suddenly everywhere. They’re naked already, so they are pressed skin to skin, but Rain is acquainting himself with every inch of Sky’s body. It feels naughty and exhilarating and a little dizzying at the same time.
Prapai guides Sky’s hands to Rain’s hips and then releases him, coaxing him to explore just as thoroughly. Rain’s skin is smooth and warm, his body soft in places Prapai is firm. He’s less muscled, less solid, and Sky wants to map out each and every difference. Preferably with his tongue.
He can feel Rain’s cock hard against his thigh. He’s smaller than Sky, and Sky bets he could get the entire thing in his mouth without any trouble. It makes his mouth water just to think about it. The next kiss, he keeps short and sweet, so he can pull away to look at Phayu.
He’s unused to having that look in Phayu’s eyes leveled at him. Phayu is hungry, his eyes dark with desire, and Sky shivers a little. “Can I touch him everywhere?” He asks, fingers already skirting in over Rain’s hips, towards the apex of his thighs. He doesn’t know what he’ll do if Phayu says no. Cry, probably.
“Anywhere you like,” Phayu says, repeating Prapai’s guidance for Rain. Immediately, Sky wraps his hand around Rain’s cock. Rain gasps, rocking his hips into the touch and burying his face in Sky’s throat. He licks and sucks at the skin there, and it just makes Sky stroke him faster.
Rain just whines, panting wetly against Sky’s neck. “You’ll make him come too soon if you keep that up, sweetheart. He’s an eager little boy, aren’t you baby?” Phayu’s voice sounds thick with arousal, and it only makes Sky shiver harder and his cock throb between his thighs.
“Noooo, don’t stop! Won’t come, promise…” Rain begs when Sky takes his hand away, not wanting it to be over too soon.
“Don’t lie to your friend, Rain. We both know you’re just a little slutty boy who can’t help but come all over himself at the slightest touch. It’s okay, we all like that you’re eager and desperate.” It’s Prapai who speaks, and it makes both Sky and Rain moan at the same time. Prapai is filthy when he talks to Sky sometimes, but never like this.
“Want you to come inside me, Rain. Don’t you wanna?” Sky blinks up at Rain and Rain’s mouth hangs open like his brain has gone offline.
“You mean you want me to fuck you?” Rain asks, breathless, and he yelps when his Daddy swats him on the bottom.
“Language, naughty boy,” Phayu warns, and Rain rolls his eyes but nods his understanding at the same time.
“Sorry, Daddy,” he corrects, and then turns back to Sky. “You want me inside you?”
Instead of answering, Sky turns his head to catch Prapai’s eye, hopeful but also nervous. He’s a little afraid, a little scared his Daddy will think he’s a slut, or a cheater. That maybe they were only meant to make out for their boyfriends’ amusement and now Sky is pushing it too far.
But the look on Prapai’s face can only be described as ravenous , and he leans in to kiss Sky so deeply it knocks Sky’s head back against the pillow.
“Yeah, baby,” Prapai breathes when he pulls back, even though Sky never even got to ask his question. “He can fuck you. I want to watch.”
Sky turns his head to Phayu next, but since he and Rain are currently making out like teenagers, Sky thinks he has his answer. Rain breaks the kiss to look back down at Sky, a little breathless.
“I need lube,” he tells Phayu and Prapai. “Does he need fingers, or can he take me?”
Phayu is the one who answers, his response prefaced by a mean yet somehow fond chuckle. “Oh, sweetheart, I don’t think he’d have any problem taking your sweet little cock with no fingers, but maybe we should let his Daddy play with him a bit, anyway? Get him nice and wet for you.”
Rain moans while Sky grows red and flustered. Rain’s Daddy just made fun of him but it made Rain moan? Does he like when his Daddy is mean?
Well, Sky already knows the answer to that if the bright red bottom he’s seen getting spanked more times than he can count is any indication. But Sky would disintegrate into a pool of goo if his Daddy ever spoke to him like that. He needs to know if Rain is okay.
“Does your Daddy say that stuff a lot? Are you green?” Sky has to check in, even though Rain had moaned and Phayu sounded so natural, like they do this sort of play all the time, Sky still needs reassurance.
“Green,” Rain assures him, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips for emphasis. “ So green. I love it when Daddy’s mean to me. Do it again, Daddy.”
He looks at Phayu pointedly and Phayu raises an eyebrow. “Do you think you’ll be big enough to reach where he needs you, or should a Daddy step in and do the job for you?”
Rain moans, thrusting his cock against Sky’s hip. Sky doesn’t get it at all, but he leaves a trail of dampness against Sky’s skin.
“It’s not the size of the boat, it’s the motion of the ocean,” Rain says with a little giggle, and it’s so cheesy Sky wants to hit him.
“Come here, brat,” Phayu says, pulling Rain off Sky and into his lap. “Let’s get you both ready.”
“Both?” Rain asks, and then Phayu’s hand disappears behind him and he lets out a little squeak that tells Sky exactly what Phayu meant.
“Come on, sweet boy, let Daddy get your pretty little hole nice and ready for your friend, hm? Wanna make sure your playtime is extra special,” Prapai is pulling Sky into his lap as well, and Sky goes easily, his body lax and pliant in Prapai’s hold.
“Do you like it, Daddy?” Sky asks, not having to clarify what he means to know that Prapai understands him.
“Love it, baby. And I love you. You look so pretty and cute when you feel good, I like watching Rain make you feel good.”
Sky moans at the words as well as at the two fingers suddenly at his entrance. They’re wet, and Sky’s not sure when Prapai had the time to open the lube and pour it onto his fingers, but he doesn’t care. He feels so full already, with just the two, and he grinds down against his Daddy’s hand in an effort to pull him deeper.
“That’s it, baby, take what you need.” Prapai crooks his fingers at just the right angle, so they brush over the perfect spot every time Sky rocks back against him. Sky can see Rain doing the same, squirming and rocking in Phayu’s lap, begging wordlessly for more. They lock eyes and all Sky wants is to get his hands back on Rain. Or to have his Daddy fuck him. Right now, he isn’t quite sure which he wants more. Maybe both?
Soon, he and Rain are both panting again. That’s when their Daddies pull their hands free, almost simultaneously, and nudge them towards each other.
Eager as always, Rain practically tackles Sky to the bed. It’s like he can’t wait, like if he doesn’t get inside Sky right now, he’ll die. He ruts between Sky’s thighs, the head of his cock nudging Sky’s hole but never quite pushing in.
“Do you need help?” Phayu asks in a teasing tone. “Are you having trouble finding it?”
Rain huffs and reaches between Sky’s thighs, lining himself up. He fills Sky in one quick thrust, and even though it’s not nearly as deep as his Daddy can go, it’s still enough to rub against his prostate and punch the breath out of Sky.
Sky scrambles to find purchase on Rain’s shoulders, digging his nails in hard enough Rain hisses but only pushes into the sensation. Sky knows Rain has told him he’s a bit of a masochist, and he’s seen it with his own eyes, but it’s another thing to experience it first hand.
“How does he feel, baby boy?” Prapai prompts, and Rain’s head snaps up to look at him. Sky can see how hazy his eyes look already, like he’s seconds away from orgasm.
“So good, sir. The baby is so tight…” Rain groans, thrusting as deep as he can go before pulling nearly all the way out and hovering just at the edge of Sky’s hole. It keeps him open and desperate, and he whines and shamelessly presses himself against Rain in an effort to get him back inside, back where he needs him.
“Is Rain fucking you good, sweetheart? Does his little cock feel nice inside your tight, sweet hole?” It’s Phayu’s voice this time, and any other time anyone other than Prapai talking to him so filthily might trigger him, but right now he knows he’s safe and words are just words. He knows Phayu doesn’t mean anything by it, and if he means anything at all it’s only praise.
He nods, frantic and desperate, pulling Rain down harder against him and sinking his nails in deeper. Rain whines and finally ruts back into him, sliding all the way in again in one quick thrust.
It feels so good. Sky loves to be fucked, to be filled. Rain may not stretch him as wide as Prapai, but he makes sparks shoot up Sky’s spine and his cock leak against his belly. Sky arches his back and meets Rain’s thrusts, gasping out his pleasure.
Beside them, Phayu and Prapai both shift, and then they’re tugging themselves out of their clothes. Sky is a little nervous to have Phayu naked so close to him, but he notes with some distracted satisfaction that out of the four of them, Prapai is the biggest. By a decent margin, even though Phayu is also well endowed.
He’s less satisfied when Rain clearly notices it too, pausing in his thrusts to gape at Prapai’s cock.
That’s Sky’s Daddy. Sky has said he can touch Rain a little, if he wants, but he’s not quite ready to share him completely. Sky grabs Rain’s face in both hands and turns him back to face him, eyes narrowed.
“Eyes on me,” he says firmly. Both their Daddies laugh.
“I think we have a jealous boy on our hands,” Prapai says, running his fingers through Sky’s hair.
“Not jealous. It’s just my Daddy,” Sky argues, totally proving their point. “You’re inside me, anyway, why are you looking away?” He pouts, and Rain pulls his attention back to Sky to kiss him quiet.
“I’m sorry, I’ll only pay attention to the cute baby from now on,” Rain promises sincerely, with such a serious face it almost makes Sky laugh.
“You gonna come inside him, baby? Fill him up so his Daddy can have him back?” Phayu prompts, smoothing a hand down Rain’s back but staying away from anywhere Rain and Sky touch.
“Can I?” Rain breathes the words like he might disintegrate if he asks too loudly, shock and awe and a little reverence thickening his voice.
“Go ahead,” Prapai encourages. “He loves to be filled, don’t you, sweetheart?”
Sky nods, sharp and quick, and then cries out as Rain shoves in a little harder. His body shifts up the bed from the force of Rain’s eagerness, and it’s all he can do to hold on as Rain begins to lose what little control he had.
Rain lacks finesse or grace, clearly unused to being inside someone, but he makes up for it in sheer determination, in the fierce way he kisses the moans from Sky’s mouth.
“You can come too, baby,” Prapai tells him, “but you might want to wait.”
It’s an ominous warning, and it goes right over both of their heads. Rain drives into him over and over again and his kisses grow sloppy. Sky’s heels dig into the bed and he reaches between them to stroke himself once, twice, and that’s all it takes. He spills over his chest, pressed so close that he makes a mess of Rain, too, and his body clenches tight around Rain’s cock. Rain makes a breathless, almost wounded sound and grinds in as deep as he can go, cock pulsing as he releases inside of Sky.
Rain collapses onto Sky, squishing him into the mattress and smearing Sky’s release all over their tummies. He’s panting into Sky’s neck, his fingers skimming up Sky’s sides. It feels warm and sticky and intimate.
Sky loves it.
It’s not the same as with his Daddy, but it’s not bad. Just different. He already wants to do it again and they’re only a few seconds post orgasm.
“Come here, filthy boy,” Phayu pulls Rain off Sky and they both whimper at being separated, but then Sky’s Daddy is pulling him closer as well, settling him into his naked lap.
“Gonna fuck you now, baby. Is that okay?”
Prapai’s earlier warning comes back to him and Sky shivers, wriggling in his lap.
“Daddy, sensitive.”
“I know you are, poor baby. Why don’t you hold Rain’s hands? Comfort each other.” Prapai shifts on the bed, until Sky and Rain’s knees brush, and then shifts even closer. It takes a lot of finagling of everyone’s limbs, but soon Rain and Sky are on their knees, pressed chest to chest, hands twined together.
Somehow, it feels even closer than they were before, especially when Prapai plasters himself to Sky’s back and Phayu to Rain’s. He feels Prapai’s cock nudging at his slightly sore hole, and he ducks his face to hide it against Rain’s neck. Rain moans, even though Sky hasn’t done anything yet.
“You’ve found his favorite spot,” Phayu teases, his voice very close to Sky’s ear. “Give him a bite, sweetheart, he’ll love it.”
There are two parts of Sky warring with one another at the very slight directive. On one hand he wants to deny Phayu because he’s not his Daddy and only his Daddy gets to tell him what to do. On the other, Sky is naturally submissive and little right now and he wants to nibble all over Rain’s neck anyway.
So he does.
The response is immediate, Rain moans and then he goes all wobbly and falls to his side, dragging Sky and the Daddies with him. Phayu accidentally brushes Sky’s arm in the fall, but he barely notices because he’s too busy giggling into Rain’s mouth, kissing him sweet and messy.
“Silly babies,” Prapai chuckles and the words sound like praise. After some more moving around, Sky and Rain are left on their sides with their Daddies pressed to their backs. Their limbs are all intertwined, legs and knees and hands.
Then Prapai is lifting Sky’s leg so it drapes more over Rain’s, and then he’s rutting between his thighs, cock catching on his still slick hole.
It’s going to be so much, like this. Bodies everywhere, touching everywhere, and for a moment Sky’s nerves ratchet up again.
“Daddy,” he gasps against Rain’s mouth— and then Prapai finds his entrance again and presses in and all Sky’s words are stolen. It’s so much , his Daddy is so big. Bigger than Rain, by a lot. He stretches Sky out and makes him gasp and whine until Rain finds his mouth again and shuts him up with his tongue.
He can tell exactly when Phayu slides into Rain by the high keen Rain makes into his mouth, and the way it jostles Rain’s body against his own. Their sensitive cocks rub together and both of them squeak.
“Beautiful boys,” Phayu praises. “Does that feel good?”
“Feels like a lot,” Rain manages. Sky is still wordless, breathless. Prapai rubs against his prostate on every little thrust in, shoving him into Rain, and he can barely breathe with how good and how overwhelmed he feels. Phayu’s arm brushes his own and then jerks back immediately, and Sky doesn’t even care.
“Daddy—“ it seems to be the only word he can manage at the moment, and his Daddy presses a kiss to his sweaty nape and fucks into him hard enough he pushes tight against Rain’s chest.
He feels Rain’s nipples against his own and realizes they’re hard, even though Rain’s cock is still semi-soft between his thighs. Sky unwinds their hands where they cling to each other and finds his way to one pebbled nipple, pinching it hard and rough between his fingers.
Rain groans and arches into him like a cat, needy and nearly purring with pleasure.
“My slutty baby loves having his nipples tugged on. Go ahead, you can be rougher with him.” Phayu explains, like Sky doesn’t already know his friend is a massive masochist.
Sky hesitates long enough Rain’s eyes drift open and they look at each other for a long moment. Rain nods, giving him a wobbly smile.
“I really do, I love it when they hurt, after. It’s okay, baby Sky. You can do it.”
Inspired, aroused, eager, Sky skips his fingers entirely. He ducks his head instead, ignoring the strain it puts on his neck in this position, and wraps his lips around one of Rain’s nipples. He sucks hard , until Rain groans and tangles his fingers in Sky’s hair, holding him close.
Behind Sky, his Daddy finds his own nipples and gives them a gentle, teasing tug. Sky moans against Rain’s chest and then bites down, hard enough that Rain cries out and he knows he’s left a bruise.
“Hurts,” Rain sobs, and Sky tries to pull back, alarmed. Rain’s hands tighten in his hair and hold him still, pressed against Rain’s chest. “No, no, don’t stop.”
“Let him do the other one,” Prapai suggests with a laugh. “You’re uneven.”
Reluctantly, Rain loosens his grip. Sky kisses his way across his chest and licks over the other nipple. This one, he decides to tease. Rain can’t have everything he wants right away, after all.
Prapai laughs again when he sees what Sky is doing, and it only makes Sky feel bolder. He’s so rarely in control, even when he tops for his Daddy he’s not in control, so it feels a little dizzying to have so much power over Rain’s pain and pleasure.
The fact the two are basically the same for Rain is still baffling to Sky, but he thinks he’s starting to understand a bit more. It’s a lot, sure, but it also comes with a lot of attention. All three men are currently laser focused on Rain to make sure he’s feeling good even while he’s hurting, and Sky is certain that must be a heady experience.
“Baby Sky, please,” Rain begs, voice gone high and needy. It makes Sky’s tummy feel molten with desire, all that need and pleading directed at him.
“Be patient!” Sky admonishes, reaching down to find Rain’s cock and pinch it — just lightly — on the top. At the same moment he finally bites down on his other nipple, and he thinks Rain almost comes from the stimulation.
“Aah!” The noise Rain makes is almost a scream, high and wailing. Prapai catches Sky’s hand and pulls it away, pressing a kiss to the knuckles.
“If he comes now, he’ll be too sore for his Daddy to enjoy him,” Prapai says, and Rain sobs out his disappointment, shaking his head and trying to grind his cock against Sky’s thigh. Sky shifts back as much as he can with how thoroughly Prapai and Phayu have them intertwined, pulling his lips away from Rain’s chest.
“Won’t,” Rain insists, grabbing a fistful of Sky’s hair and trying to haul him back in. “Won’t, he can use me for hours, you can all use me, just please.”
Sky has no idea what to say to any of that— except “ow” because Rain’s grip on his hair is too tight— so he just stares at Rain, wide eyed. And then Prapai thrusts in harder than he has been, spurred on by Rain’s words, and Sky’s eyes slip closed.
“Greedy little slut,” Phayu murmurs, freeing Rain’s fingers from Sky’s hair. Sky cracks an eye open just to make sure Rain is still okay, and finds Rain’s whole face twisted up with pleasure as he’s fucked against Sky’s chest.
Phayu pins Rain’s hands to his chest, right over where his nipples must be sore and red, and his knuckles brush against Sky’s chest a few times. He doesn’t even flinch away, barely notices, too busy having his body thoroughly used by his Daddy.
His thumb finds its way to his mouth and he sucks, desperate and a little frantic, as Prapai fucks him right up to the edge of another orgasm. It feels too soon, his cock hard but still so sensitive between his legs, but Prapai is relentless as he drives into him, keeping his hole spread open around his thick cock.
Sky is so close he can taste it, arches back against Prapai while also trying to pull away in overstimulation. Phayu has increased his thrusting as well, if Rain’s broken, sobbing cries are anything to go by.
It should be too much, it should be terrifyingly too much, but instead it’s perfect. Sky pops out his thumb and captures Rain’s lips in another bruising kiss, unable to stop himself when he sees how slick and bruised they look.
Rain kisses back, desperate and sloppy. Everything is wet and a little messy, their stomachs still sticky from a Sky’s earlier release, and Sky shakes against him.
“Wanna come,” he says, more into Rain’s mouth than the air. “Daddy, please, we’ll be good.”
Rain nods his agreement, frantic and wordless.
“Will you?” Phayu murmurs, “or will you turn into whiny little things the second we let you?”
Behind him, Prapai makes a hungry sound that Sky knows means he’s close. He can take it, if he comes first, because he knows Prapai won’t be far behind.
“Good,” Rain gasps, “will be good.”
Prapai’s hand slides over Sky’s hip, cupping his cock, and then he shifts and grabs both Sky and Rain in one hand. Sky’s cock rubs against Rain’s little one, and Prapai fucks him fast and hard, and Sky can’t take it anymore.
He doesn’t wait for the permission he knows is coming anyway. He groans into Rain’s mouth and comes, making a mess of Rain’s cock, slicking Prapai’s grip so he can stroke them faster. Rain cries out and then he’s coming too, shaking against Sky.
Sky’s rhythmic clenching is enough to have Prapai spilling over too, filling Sky up with a shuddering groan of appreciation. Rain seems to be having a similar situation, Phayu fucking into him hard and fast enough Rain’s bottom half is slamming against Sky’s, but then he’s shoving deep and holding himself there.
He’s loud, when he comes, and it takes Sky by surprise, reminds him there are three other people in his bed. Two people other than his Daddy. He’s not as skittish as he once might have been, though he’s still a little less at ease than he usually is post orgasm.
Sky can hear Phayu whispering sweet and filthy words into Rain’s ear, and then he’s been hauled back into his Daddy’s hold. He and Rain both whimper a little when they’re forced to separate, making grabby hands at each other. It must be enough to convince their Daddies to let them stay clinging to one another in the middle of the bed, while Phayu and Prapai extricate themselves and go get towels to start cleaning up with.
Now that the chaos is over and they’re settled against each other, Rain’s expression twists to one of concern. He cups Sky’s face in both his hands, nuzzling their noses together.
“Alright, baby Sky?” he asks, eyes bright and worried.
“I’m fine,” Sky replies, with just a hint of confusion. Why wouldn’t he be fine? He got two orgasms and two rounds of fantastic sex.
“That was a lot,” Rain explains. “And I know it’s hard… I know people touching you is…” Sky can’t tell if he doesn’t know what he wants to say, or just can’t get it out, but the point is very clear to him regardless. He blushes and ducks his head. Sometimes he forgets that Rain and Phayu, while they don’t know everything , know plenty about Sky’s past.
But everyone had followed Sky’s boundaries, and everyone had felt good by the end. It had been a good experiment. He wants to do it again. Soon. “I’m fine,” he says again, kissing Rain softly to emphasize his point. “It was good. I liked it.”
Rain beams at him. “I liked it, too,” he says, stealing another kiss. The bed dips behind Sky and Prapai worms a damp washcloth between the two of them, wiping them down.
“We liked it too,” Prapai says with a small laugh. “Such pretty boys, putting on a show for us. How could we not?”
“We have two perfect, gorgeous, well behaved babies. The best boys. Of course we liked it, we have eyes,” Phayu is quick to agree, settling in behind Rain and running his fingers through Rain’s sweaty hair.
Sky lights up at the praise, finds himself a bit surprised that the praise from both men makes him feel good. His toes curl a bit and he whines when his Daddy touches his spent cock to clean him up, but he is a good boy so he doesn’t fight the wipe down.
“We’re all going to sleep here tonight. Do you want to sleep on the outside of the bed behind Daddy or do you want to sleep between Daddy and your friend, sweet boy?” Prapai prompts, placing a gentle, guiding finger on Sky’s chin to draw his eyes to him.
Sky considers it, the pros and cons. Being on the outside means he can more easily escape, if he starts to feel trapped or has a nightmare. But Rain finds his hand and clings to it hopefully, and Sky finds he wants to snuggle. They’ve just been through something incredibly intimate together, and it seems only right that they go through aftercare together, too.
“I want to be in the middle,” Sky decides, tilting his head up for a kiss. Prapai gives him exactly what he wants, smiling against his lips.
“If you change your mind, I want you to wake me up,” Prapai says firmly. “I don’t care what time it is. I don’t care how sleepy you think I’ll be. If you start to feel trapped, wake me and we’ll move.”
“Okay,” Sky whispers shyly. Prapai gets up to get rid of the rag and then spoons up behind Sky, wrapping around his back. He ends up with an arm slung over both Sky and Rain, they’re so closely intertwined, and it’s then that they all realize a problem.
Phayu hovers a few inches behind Rain, uncertain of where to put his hands or how close he can get.
“Baby,” Prapai whispers in Sky’s ear. “Can Phayu touch you? Just a little, just enough to get comfortable. I’m right here, I have my arms around you, nothing is going to happen to you.”
Sky doesn’t answer right away. He knows his Daddy understands that means he’s seriously thinking about something before answering so he can make sure he’s being honest and not just saying something to agree with his Daddy.
Thankfully, Prapai also takes a second to explain all of this to Phayu and Rain so no one interrupts his thinking.
He knows he’s safe in his own bed in his own home with his Daddy wrapped tightly around him and his best friend working as a cushiony wall between Sky and Phayu. He knows. But his heart still beats a little harder in his chest even at the implication Phayu might need to touch him while he’s so naked and vulnerable.
It takes him a few minutes but he finally answers, clearing his throat to prepare himself. “Can I have my footie jammies, Daddy?”
Prapai looks a bit surprised, Sky rarely asks for the footie pajamas unless he’s feeling extra small, especially when they have company. But he also understands pajamas mean more than just comfort, they also mean protection. Sky won’t be so naked and exposed if he has his jammies on.
“Of course, baby. Whatever you need.” Prapai collects Sky’s favorite pair – yellow and softer than soft – and helps Sky into them. When they get back into bed Sky settles against Rain immediately, and arches into his Daddy’s hold as well.
“Okay. It’s okay, sir, you can touch a little if you need to. I want you to be able to hold Rain, I know he likes it,” Sky speaks softly but everyone hears him. Rain even gives him a kiss on the nose.
“You tell me if anything changes, okay Sky? Just like your Daddy said, I don’t care if I’m asleep, you wake me up if you need me to move at all.”
Sky nods his understanding and lets his eyes slip closed. His Daddy must have gotten Sky’s paci while they were up because he feels him slide it into his lax mouth and his lips close around it instinctually.
He’s asleep within minutes.