Camden awoke to the oddness of someone else in the bed with him. He’d never slept with someone before especially not two someones. Eric and Ellison’s smooth warm skin plastered to his sides and their slim legs thrown over his thighs. He smiled at their fingers still linked together. He’d watched them long after they fell asleep. A long time had passed since he’d opened his eyes not dreading his day. Normally he was up and already out the door, but he was content to lay there.

His boys groaned in unison, curled up until they were tucked under his arms.

“There better be coffee,” Eric growled.

Wasn’t that fucking cute? It would figure at least one of them wasn’t a morning person.

“No, there isn’t.”

“That must be remedied.” Sin lifted his head, gave him a quick kiss and rolled from the bed.

He didn’t mention Sin’s nakedness as the man left the room. No one ever came out there. He eased away from Ellison and tucked the covers back around him. The man was truly beautiful. He tucked Ellison’s soft hair behind his ear and leaned forward to brush a kiss on Ellison’s forehead. He got out of bed and headed to his bathroom to take a piss and brush his teeth.

He quickly took care of his morning routine, but instead of heading downstairs, he returned to bed. Ellison was on his back, his arms and legs sprawled across the bed. The scent of coffee traveled from the kitchen. Scary and Linus said splitting his time between the two wouldn’t be perfect. He and Eric had spent time together. Yet now it was time for Ellison to have his undivided attention.

He lay back down, fisted his left hand in the covers and tugged the comforter and sheet down exposing Ellison’s creamy skin. Freckles dotted his shoulders and chest. The little paunch of Ellison’s stomach teased him, and he lay down kissing the softness. Ellison smelled like vanilla. He sucked and kissed from Ellison’s belly upward. Ellison moaned and arched in his sleep. His dick hardened where it pressed against Ellison’s thigh. He hugged his boy close as he gently kissed Ellison awake.

Slim arms twined around his neck, and Ellison lifted into his kiss.

Ellison lowered his head back to the pillow and gave him a sleepy smile.

“There better be coffee.”

“Do you and Eric share a brain?”

“Is he making coffee?”

“Yes, he is.” He stroked his hand down Ellison’s chest enjoying the sight of his big, rough hand on Ellison’s soft, flawless skin.

“He’s always been my favorite brother.”

Why hadn’t he heard about more of them? Fuck, he didn’t think he could deal with another one like Eric and Ellison.

“Is there more of you?”

“You don’t have to sound so horrified. But no, it’s just me and Sin. Sin isn’t here.”

“Are you nervous about being alone with me? Be honest, if I don’t know how you’re feeling, I can’t take care of you.”

“Yes.”

Ellison tried to look away, but he took his boy’s pointed chin in his hand. “When you talk to me about things that are bothering you, you will look me in the eyes.”

“Okay.”

“Tell me why. Talk it out.”

“When we were modeling someone hurt me.”

Someone other than him touching his boys always pissed him off. The fact he hadn’t been there to protect them caused him rage aimed at himself. He knew he didn’t have control over what came before, but that didn’t change his need to protect Eric and Ellison. Their happiness was his priority.

“He wanted details about what Sin and I did together. I told him nothing, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He ripped my clothes off. I didn’t ask—”

“Ellison, you did nothing wrong. Did he…”

“No, Sin came back.”

“I just want you to feel good and make you happy. This is always about you.”

“I don’t know—”

“Baby, would you like a kiss?”

He needed the bad memories to go away that he’d brought up. He’d never understood people’s need to hurt someone they deemed smaller or weaker than themselves. There was a difference between power exchange and consensual sex with a bit of pain. He’d never hurt his boys for anything. Any marks he’d leave on Ellison or Eric would always be welcomed, a sign of who they belonged to.

“Yes, please.”

He groaned as his dick got harder at the innocent pink that stained Ellison’s cheekbones.

He slipped his arm beneath Ellison and placed his hand on his boy’s slim hip. Ellison needed gentleness and to be loved on, that he could do for him. He lowered his mouth to Ellison’s, he stroked the softness of the curves, they parted under the pressure of his, and he savored the tiny whimper. Ellison turned his small body into his, and he groaned.

The tiny pair of briefs were the only thing between him and Ellison. He caressed his fingers down the shallow indent of Ellison’s spine.

He dipped his fingers into the back of Ellison’s briefs and squeezed the soft curves of his boy’s cheeks. He didn’t try to touch his hole—not even to tease. Ellison was innocent, and his boy had saved it for him. He’d cherish it as long as it was freely given to him.

“What do you want, baby, you name it, and it’s yours? All you have to do is ask.”

Ellison trembled against him. His boy’s chest quickly moved as Ellison tried to catch his breath.

“Say it for me, baby.”

The need darkened Ellison’s eyes, but the smaller man was also flushed pink with desire and embarrassment. His boy had never asked for what he wanted. He slipped his hand between their bodies and tucked his fingers passed the waistband of Ellison’s underwear.

“May I?” he asked as he focused his eyes on Ellison’s.

“Please.”

“Please what, baby?”

“Daddy.”

“Love it when you say it, all breathless and nervous.”

He slowly stripped Ellison’s briefs down his legs and tossed them over the edge of the bed. He placed his hand on Ellison’s chest to keep him flat and studied every inch of his boy. The pale blond curls at the base of Ellison’s pretty and slender cock were trimmed. Ellison’s balls were hairless.

Ellison kept staring at his cock. “Do you want to touch Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes, sir.” Ellison arched and whimpered as he cupped and gently squeezed Ellison.

He massaged the firm length until his boy was humping into his palm. He bit, licked and sucked until his boy was marked with beautiful bruises that showed anyone who could see just who Ellison belonged to. Ellison clawed at his back, the pain urged him on, but he needed to do something else first. He rolled onto his back. He’d give Ellison control—the chance to learn his body.

“What, did I do—”

“You did nothing wrong. I want you to touch me, whatever you want to do. I want you to feel safe with me.”

“I always feel safe with you.”

Ellison looked so sweet as his body lifted to straddle his thighs.

“Daddy, can I…”

“Can you want, baby?”

“Can I suck your cock? I probably won’t be good at it.”

“This is us. If we make each other feel good, then that’s all that matters.”

He braced himself as Ellison slid down and warm breath teased the head of his dick. He quickly pushed his hands under his head and linked his fingers. His cock and balls ached, pre-come pooled on his abs, and all he wanted was to bend his boy over and fuck him. Take him hard and fast until his boy begged for more. Fuck him hard enough his boy would feel him for hours—every time Ellison moved or sat down the ache a reminder of what only he could do to and for Ellison.

His body jerked hard at the light and hesitant fingers as Ellison circled the base of his dick. Ellison looked up at him from under long, pale lashes, his boy’s pink tongue darted out and licked up the drops at his slit.

“So, good, boy, open your mouth and take just the tip inside.”

Ellison did as he bid, the hot, wet suction made him arch his hips off the bed. His boy took more and gagged, spit dripping from the corners of his sexy mouth stretched around his fat cock. Tears filled Ellison’s eyes as he tried to take more.

“Easy, baby, take it slow, whatever you do will make Daddy feel good.”

His boy shuddered and shallowly bobbed, gagging and moaning. Sweet little needy noises vibrated around his dick. He was so close to fucking coming. He wasn’t ready. His boys always came first. He fisted Ellison’s baby soft hair and pulled Ellison up as he tightened his abs.

He slammed his mouth against Ellison’s, tongue fucking him.

“Daddy, please, it hurts.”

“It’s okay. I’m going to take such good care of you. Then you’re going to turn over, and I’m going to paint that pretty hole. Untouched and innocent, who do you belong to, Ellison?”

“You, only you, Daddy.”

He lifted Ellison until his boy’s thighs rested on his shoulders. “Place your hands on the wall.”

He waited until Ellison did as he instructed and he swallowed Ellison to the root. Soft curls teased his nose, he sucked and swallowed as Ellison bucked and cried out. Nonsense words fell from Ellison’s parted lips. His boy smelled so good—so sweet. Ellison tasted perfect on his tongue. He palmed the soft, full curves of Ellison’s ass and teased his boy’s tight, wrinkled hole with his fingertips.

Ellison’s dick jumped and pulsed on his tongue, pre-come flooded his mouth, and he took Ellison all the way to the back of his throat and swallowed. His own cock was so hard it hurt. Soon he’d take care of his own need, but not until he had his boy’s seed down his throat.

His boy arched so hard and screamed seconds before his boy lost it, bucking hard. Ellison’s slim thighs squeezed his head, and he sucked his boy until Ellison whimpered and tried to push him away.

He lowered Ellison until he let his mouth hover an inch from Ellison’s. “Kiss me, find out how good you taste on Daddy’s tongue.”

The kiss was sweet and shy while Ellison knelt on shaking legs and he took advantage. Reached between them to wrap his hand around his dick. He pushed the head to Ellison’s hole, savoring the rhythmic clench as he stroked. Lust was like fire in his veins. Ellison sucked on his tongue.

He threw his head back as his sac tightened, he clenched his hand around his shaft, and the barbells pulled almost painfully under the pressure of his hard strokes.

“One day, I’m going to fuck you, spill every drop inside you. You’re going to love Daddy being inside you, won’t you? Tell me.”

“My ass is only for you, Daddy.”

As soon as the last word was out of Ellison’s mouth, he spilled onto Ellison’s hole. He pushed his mouth to Ellison’s as he used the head of his dick to spread his seed around Ellison’s hole and along his taint. He’d come so hard he was fucking dizzy. He flipped them onto their sides, Ellison’s thigh over his hip, and his boy’s wet dick pressed against his abs.

“Such a good boy. You made me so proud. Thank you for trusting me.”

“Always,” Ellison whispered.

He loved on Ellison, stroked his back and combed his fingers through Ellison’s soft hair. Kissed him gently between words of praise. His boys, both of them were everything he’d wanted and needed but had denied himself. He wasn’t doing that any longer.

“Let’s go take a shower and I’ll get you all clean, then get you coffee and breakfast.”

He didn’t wait for an answer just slipped off the bed, picked Ellison up and carried him to the bathroom. He slowly washed Ellison’s smooth skin. He brought him to another release before he let the sleepy and satisfied boy head to the kitchen for coffee.