Their Little Beauty (MxMxM+)

Chapter Seventy-Five: Say 'Please', Jesse

Briar had never really explored much of his dominant's body. Not beyond sucking his cock, fondling his sack, or rubbing his inner thighs, anyway. Usually, Quinn was more focused on his sub's pleasure than his own.

Now though, he was actually letting Briar have more control. He lay there on the bed, still and pliant while Jesse fetched some lubricant and condoms from the car. It wasn't even surprising to know that they kept a stash in there.

"Daddy, can I play with these?" The sweet young man asked, thumbs rubbing over each of the man's nipples. He wasn't quite sure how sensitive his Dom was, or his limits in regard to receiving pleasure rather than solely giving, but now seemed like the perfect chance to find out a little more about his lover.

"Go ahead, love".

Briar clumsily lowered himself so he lay with his stomach against his daddy's. His nervousness was very obvious, but Quinn only smiled at him reassuringly, a hand coming to run through the boy's overgrown hair.

Just relax. Jesse and Daddy will keep me right.

Fully releasing himself to be uninhibited by thoughts, Briar basked in how good it felt to be so close to his lover. Warmth from skin that smelled like fresh linen and coconut oil, the whisp of hairs tickling his face as he pressed kisses along a firm but undefined torso... it all had Briar's heart thumping harder and harder.

He was finally getting to see parts of his Daddy he somehow hadn't noticed before. The old stretch marks from days long gone, small patches of skin that were slightly darker or lighter than the rest, sporadic and varying sizes of moles, and thick but soft hair sitting below Quinn's belly button that felt gentle and pleasant against Briar's warm cheeks.

His favourite discovery was the realisation that each ghost of lips over the dominant's ribcage had the man quivering ever so slightly, lungs shuddering out uneven breaths.

"You're so beautiful" Briar reiterated. Because now that he was seeing more of Quinn, he was realising just how gorgeous of a man he really was. Not unimaginably stunning like a model or smoulderingly sexy like celebrities, but authentic and lovely and... wonderful.

Briar closed his eyes and focused on the skin beneath his hands as they ran up his man's sides, feeling it rise in goosebumps and shiver under his gentle caresses. His lips followed those touches, kissing smooth flesh as his tongue joined in and tasted the slight salty flavour, all the way up Quinn's stomach and to his chest.

Keeping things slow, he opened his eyes and watched as his fingers met Quinn's nipples. The areolas were smaller than Jesse's but thicker than Briar's own, the dark brown protrusions at their centre hardening under his fingertips into stiff peaks. Salivating in the anticipation of feeling them in his mouth, he used one hand to play with the nipple ring attached to one nipple while his lips wrapped around the other, suckling and squeezing lightly.

Unlike Jesse and Briar, his Daddy did not moan or really vocalise any indication of pleasure. But the young man was not disheartened, feeling the fast rise and fall of Quinn's breaths and the twitching of his muscles when Briar did something that he must have liked. Wanting to see if he could draw some form of sound from the dominant, needing to know what kind of song Quinn's pleasure would sing, the submissive timed his next actions just right.

And he finally got what he so desired. Tugging on the nipple piercing gently and quickly following the slight shock of pain by suckling noisily at the tingling stiffness, a deep rumble came from Quinn's throat, smoothing out into a long and breathy sigh of lust.

"Fuck, baby. Do that again for me" Quinn panted, and looking up, Briar flushed furiously. Because below him was his daddy, lips indented from where he had been biting them and his brows furrowed in restraint.