Thursday Thirst Trap: From Painted Love...and not really safe for work...so...can we keep him?

 

Painted Love can be found here!

Snuggled to Daddy G’s chest, his head pressed against Cas’s, Mouse slowly noticed the changes in the room. It was cooler, for one, the warm sunbeams had retreated beyond the horizon line. The television played Project Runway, another of Garrett’s guilty pleasures. Cas watched him through bleary eyes, their noses inches apart from one another. Reaching up, Mouse slowly and decisively tapped Cas on the nose and grinned.

“I owed you one,” he whispered.

A smile stretched across Cas’s face as he leaned in until their lips were barely touching. “And I owe you something else.”

A lingering hint of cream and berries still lingered on Cas’s lips when Cas gently kissed him, though it was far too brief. When Cas started to pull away, Mouse leaned closer, deepening the kiss, and slipping a hand into Cas’s hair. It was silky soft and cool to the touch as it slid through his fingers. Cas let out the most delicious little moan as his fingers stroked along Mouse’s cheek. It was easy to get lost in one another again, as they had earlier in the day. This time, though, Daddy G was holding them as they made out. Every now and again he let out a low groan or whispered something about how hot they looked and how they were driving him out of his mind.

Mouse loved when Daddy G sounded that way, his voice all husky and half-wrecked with need, but he wouldn’t interrupt, that wasn’t his style. He'd wait and save up all that desire for when they were ready to surrender to him.

Cas looked dreamy-eyed as they inched apart. Mouse was certain he didn’t look any better. He could feel Daddy G stroking his hair and knew he was doing the same thing to Cassidy’s, but that wasn’t going to get them to what Mouse desperately wanted to see.

“Daddy….” Mouse began, sitting up a little more and smiling at him.

“Yes Mousy.”

“Will you do something for me?”

“What would you like me to do little one?”

“Kiss Cassidy.”

Garrett grinned, joy flashing like fireworks in his eyes. “With pleasure.”

As soon as Mouse had scooted off to the side, Daddy G turned Cas in his arms and gazed into his lust-blown eyes.

“You heard our little Mousy, he wants you to kiss me,” Daddy G murmured.

“Uh-uh, he wants you to kiss me.”

“Guess I’d better keep him happy then.”

“Yeah.”

Can’s voice was all breathy when he said that, and he flung his arms around Daddy G’s neck when their lips met. Little groans and grunts echoed from both as Daddy G manhandled Cas until Cassidy was straddling him.

“Mmm you taste good,” Daddy G groaned, licking over Cas’s lips before plundering his mouth again.

When he let go of Cas he kissed Mouse with all the heat and passion Mouse was used to from him. Since Cas was still in Daddy’s G’s lap, Mouse could kiss him too, until there came a point when all three tongues dueled in a fun dance of need and urgency.

“I love how alike you taste,” Daddy G commented as they all struggled to catch their breaths.

“’cause of you and those berries,” Cas murmured, rocking in Daddy G’s lap. Mouse was certain he’d intended the move to get him close enough to rest his head on Daddy G’s shoulder, but that wasn’t the response he got. Daddy G clasped both his hands on Cas’s ass and pulled him so close you couldn’t have slid a piece of paper between them.

Mouse sat eagerly waiting to see what would happen next.

“I don’t think you minded them one bit,” Daddy G replied, nipping Cas’s lip.

“Nope.”

“And how about this?”

With those words, Daddy G rocked Cas over his lap again, no doubt treating him to a feel of the thick cock that lay beneath Daddy G’s sleep pants.

The whine it produced, and the way Cas ground down against Daddy G’s lap, said more than any words he might have uttered. He was clearly enjoying the sensations it produced if how eager he kissed Daddy G was any indication.

“Love it,” Cas declared.

“And this?” Mouse whispered as he slid into Daddy G’s lap behind Cas and ran his hands up and down Cas’s chest. Groaning, Cas rocked forward against Daddy G, then backward, rubbing his ass against Mouse’s erection. The only problem with it all, as far as Mouse was concerned, was that they were all still fully clothed.

“Oh god,” Cas moaned. “You’re a tease.”

“It’s not teasing if I plan to do something about it,” Mouse declared.

“Yeah?” Cas groaned, shivering when Mouse pinched one of his nipples. “W-what?”

That last part ended in a whine as Daddy G chose that moment to nip the side of Cas’s neck.

“Well first, I think I’m gonna get rid of this,” Mouse murmured, tugging at the hem of Cas’s shirt. Cas raised his arms without needing to be told and held still while Mouse worked the shirt over his head and threw it somewhere behind him.

“Look at my pretty pets,” Daddy G said as he pressed Cas into Mouse’s arms so he could lean forward and lick a trail between Cas’s pecks.

Cas gasped and squirmed as Daddy G’s tongue sought out the places that tickled and the spots that left him writhing with need. All the while Mouse held him and played with his hair.

“I love the way he responds to you, Daddy,” Mouse said softly.

“I love the way he responds to both of us.”

“Does that mean we get to keep him?”

“If he wants us to.”

“Please keep me,” Cas pleaded, hooking one hand behind Mouse’s head so he could pull him into a scorching kiss.