Scott clutched the covers tighter to his chest in excitement when he felt Mitch's breath on his cock.
Mitch was excited too. He'd been craving this all afternoon, having Scott's cock in his mouth, and didn't hold back now that he finally had what he wanted. He licked a slow stripe from the base to the tip, his head straining lightly against the comforter covering him, and gave him a few slow pumps with his hand before taking him into his mouth.
He wrapped his plump lips around just the head at first and then sighed contentedly through his nose, swirling his tongue and taking in a couple more inches. Oh yes, this was exactly what he'd wanted. That familiar, slightly salty taste of Scott on his tongue and the way his deliciously thick length filled his mouth, knowing that he was the reason it was slowly growing harder. All of it. Yes, he'd missed this so much. God, he loved giving Scott blowjobs. He hummed contentedly as he pulled off enough just to suck around the upper half.
He scooted forward on his elbows and took the base of his cock in his hand, letting it work in harmony with his mouth. He couldn't help but smile around Scott's shaft. Scott loved this just as much as he did, undoubtedly a little bit more. Mitch could feel his muscles tightening and relaxing underneath him, one hand gripping the comforter while the other managed to sneak down under it to find Mitch's hair. He was still working on that, but not too hard because Mitch's hot, wet mouth felt so good that Scott could barely remember his name, let alone what he was looking for.
Mitch helped him by reaching his free hand out for Scott's and guiding it, moaning a little when Scott rubbed the side of his head with his fingertips. Mitch drooled, some of it dripping past his lips and down Scott's cock. He couldn't help it. His mouth was full in the sexiest, most erotic way possible and he swore he could stay here forever. He wanted to pull the blankets down and turn the lights on so that they could watch each other, but it was somehow even more intimate like this and he couldn't risk ruining the mood.
He had to pull away for a moment to breathe and used that time to give Scott little kitten licks, lapping up the precome and saliva where they were dripping down to his balls. The noises Scott was making paired with his fingers in his hair and gentle encouragement got Mitch so hot and he grew even hungrier for him, taking Scott's shaft down his throat all over again. He sucked enthusiastically, his mouth flooding with tastes of skin and cock and love and lust and he couldn't help but moan wantonly, making Scott shiver from the vibrations around him. Mitch twitched in his boxers thinking of the many ways Scott might choose to repay him after this and worked harder, eager to please him.
He heard an almost too loud gasp from Scott and felt a wave of pride roll through him. He pumped his base a little faster and was taken by surprise when Scott pulled his hair so hard that he was forced away from his cock, and then held Mitch's head against his stomach. The brunette gasped for air through wet lips and nearly protested when he heard a soft, high pitched voice across the room and his eyes went wide.
"Daddy? Dad?"
"Y-yeah, honey?"
Mitch waited for a response but instead heard little feet pattering across the floor, and then there was a weight pressing down at the end of the mattress. Fuck. Why was she even awake? Mitch flattened himself between Scott's legs as best as he could and impatiently waited for him to deal with the interruption.
His irritation melted away and was replaced with concern when he heard a wail instead of an explanation. Was Emily crying? Mitch was tempted to crawl out from under the covers and check on her but he couldn't think fast enough as Scott shifted to sit up.
"Baby? What's wrong, Emmy?"
"I'm s-scared, daddy. There...my room..." she was hiccuping between her sobs and Mitch involuntarily pouted at her teary voice. He could feel Scott lift her onto the bed and hug her against his side.
"You got scared in your room, baby? Did you have a nightmare?"
"Yeah, d-daddy. I'm so scaaaared." She whined the last word out right before she really broke down and Mitch could feel her tiny tremors as she cried loudly. He heard Scott sigh and grew impatient with him, although he knew he really couldn't do much like this. He was impossibly hard and leaking and so close, he couldn't risk exposing himself trying to comfort their baby. He gave Emily a little squeeze before hushing her to get her attention.
"Emmy? Baby, do you mind standing up for a minute? I'm gonna get dad and he'll... um, he'll help you figure it out, okay?"
"No! I don't want him," she whined tearily. "I want you, daddy."
Ouch.
"Emily!" Scott scolded, "that was so rude. Be nice." His words were rushed and confused and he regretted using his tone when he heard Emily's little whimper, the small girl shuffling to stand next to the bed and waiting patiently for someone to console her. He sighed again, his cheeks pink, and thanked his lucky stars that the lights were off and they were both covered. "Hey, dad? Mitch? Could you come here, please? Emily wants you."
Mitch wiped his mouth and slowly crawled out from under the covers. He wasn't quite ready to attend to her yet with Scott's taste still lingering in his mouth but he didn't really have a choice, Scott being in the state that he was in. He heard Emily make a weird noise as he stepped out of bed and realized that she probably hadn't known he was here with there being only one long lump in the bed. He flipped on the lamp on his nightstand, flooding the dark room with a soft light.
"Dad? Dad?" She urgently pattered to Mitch's side of the bed, holding her arms up to him.
"Yeah, baby, I'm here. I was sleeping under the blankey. Let me just..." he strolled to the closet and slipped a pair of sweatpants over his boxer briefs, feeling too exposed. He returned to her and picked her up, hoisting her onto his hip, and she gladly snuggled against his chest. Mitch gave Scott a pouty look when he felt a fresh tear roll onto his skin from her cheek and wrapped an arm around her, trapping her against his chest. He rocked her in his arms as he made his way to the door and shut it behind him, walking them into the hallway.
His excitement and enthusiasm had completely dampened by now and he sighed as he cradled his daughter to his chest as she cried quietly. He'd been having so much fun. He'd missed being intimate with Scott, and he was a little disheartened that their fun was cut short by their frightened baby. He could imagine Scott jerking off in their room right now and wished he could find a way to distract Emily just long enough to sprint back and let Scott come in his mouth.
He shook his head to clear his mind of dirty thoughts, opening the door to Emily's bedroom and laying her down on her bed. He crawled in with her, spooning her and draping his arm around her to hold her close to him. He kissed the top of her head and wiped her hot tears with his thumb, wishing her sniffles and hiccups hurt his heart less.
"Emmy? You don't have to be scared anymore. I'm here now, sweetheart."
"B-but you're gonna leave after." She turned around in his arms, burying her face in his chest. "You always have to sleep with daddy and I have to be all alone."
He could feel her lip wobble against his chest and bit the inside of his cheek, feeling guilty. He and Scott had decided once she'd turned four that it was time for her to move out of her crib in their bedroom. They'd bought a small bed for her nursery and gotten her settled in, but months later she was still struggling with the transition. At least once a week she'd show up at their room next door- knocking first, like they'd taught her- troubled by her imagination or some scary dream. The fact that she'd barged in tonight unannounced with tears in her eyes meant she really must have been absolutely terrified. He rolled onto his back and hugged her on top of him, her damp cheek on his shoulder and her little body shaking against his chest from her quick, frantic breaths.
He'd loved these past few months. It was so nice to share a room with just Scott again. They could talk at a normal volume after Emmy's bedtime now, shamelessly walk around naked, watch t.v. until 2am and do so much more that they hadn't in the past two years since they'd adopted her. They could share midnight snacks in bed and listen to music until their ears were tired. They could laugh together and cry to each other and even settle arguments without worrying about waking anyone up. They could do whatever they wanted once Emily was tucked in next door, and it felt amazing. As cheesy as it sounded, having Scott to himself every night without any boundaries made him feel like he was falling in love all over again.
Oh, and the sex. God, he loved what moving Emmy out of their room had done for their sex life. The feeling of having Scott and so many free hours in bed every night was a dream after two years of maneuvering intimacies around Emily's presence, sneaking out to the couch or the nursery for a quick fuck whenever they got needy. He could touch him now without hiding under a blanket, and wherever he wanted. He could kiss Scott as much as he wanted, too. They didn't have to restrain themselves to quick pecks anymore, he could enjoy a steamy makeout with his husband every night if he wanted to and he wouldn't even have to peek at the crib every few seconds out of paranoia of their daughter waking up and having to see them. He could tease Scott and talk dirty without worrying about Emily picking up on anything. He could be loud again, and even better than that, he got to hear Scott be loud again. They were even getting to try things in bed now that they'd barely even had the heart to think about with a baby sleeping in the room. Every single aspect of their renewed privacy was just heavenly.
But none of that mattered to him on the nights that Emily came knocking at their door. She was always more important than his selfish whims and he would drop anything to soothe his timid little girl, no matter how comfortable he was or how much fun he was having. He could imagine how scary it might be to try to sleep alone as a child and was almost always the one to console her and lull her back to sleep. He often even surprised Scott with his patience, spending hours with Emily after her little fits just to help her get comfortable in her own room. He couldn't stand the thought of her shaking from fear while he sat nextdoor, relaxing and enjoying his life uncensored.
"Baby," Mitch whispered, rubbing her back when her crying finally died down to soft sniffles. "What scared you so bad? Do you wanna talk to me about your nightmare?"
She scooted up to rest her head next to Mitch's on the pillow and wrapped an arm around his neck, whispering quietly into his ear. "I didn't have it."
"You didn't have a nightmare?"
"Nuh uh. I just woke up and was scary."
"You told daddy you had a nightmare, Emmy." He knew he shouldn't reprimand her for lying out of fear, but something had to have happened to make her bypass her usual polite knocking and barge into their room in tears he way she had tonight.
"I forgotted what nightmare means when daddy asked. I was scared 'cause it's so night in my room."
"It's too dark for you?"
"Yeah, dad. I don't like it. Look at that." She pointed at the large, dark shape of her wardrobe, whining a little.
Mitch rocked her gently from side to side, glancing around the room. There was a nightlight plugged into the wall across the room emitting a soft yellow light, but he could understand why she was still antsy. The light was too dull to really illuminate anything and everything from her wardrobe to her toy chest was swallowed into dark shapes that must have looked awfully eerie to the small kid. He would either have to get a different night light or buy another one and plug it into a different outlet. Either way, the room needed a little more light.
"I'll fix it, honey. I'll fix it tomorrow."
"Thank you, dad."
"No problem, sweetheart." He pulled the blanket over them, letting her stay laying over him and hugging his neck with her little arm. "I love you, Emmy. Why did you say you wanted daddy and not me? Don't you like it when I tuck you in?"
"Yeah, I like it."
He knew she'd missed his point because she was only four and didn't understand that he was making one, but his jealousy grew a little stronger anyway. "But why did you want him, Emmy? Do you like him more than you like me?"
She wiggled off of his chest and to Mitch's side, throwing a skinny pajama-clad leg over his stomach and resting her little head on his shoulder. "Mmm, suntimes. He's strong and can punch bad things."
Okay, that was kind of funny. Definitely not as hurtful as he'd expected. "Hey, I can punch bad things too! Are there bad things in your room?"
"I dunno."
"I'd punch them harder than Scott."
"Nuh uh!" She giggled, the sound of her laughter tinkling in Mitch's ears. "You can't punch better than daddy. Daddy's more bigger than you. He can punch bigger and scream 'fuckoff' and be scary! You're too nice."
"Emily!" Mitch's jaw dropped, shocked. "You can't say that! Don't say that ever again, okay?"
"Say what?"
"Eff off."
"You mean fuckoff?"
Mitch grimaced, wanting desperately for her to erase that part of her vocabulary. "Yeah, that. If you say that again you'll be in big, big trouble. Where'd you learn that?"
"Daddy said it first!" she accused. "Member, in the store? Daddy punched that boy and told him fuc- oops. I mean he told him that thing, and it was so scary that everyone stopped."
Ah. So she remembered that instance a few weeks ago when Scott had shoved the creepy homophobic man who'd been harassing a lesbian couple at the mall. 'The boy' she'd been referring to had been following them and sneering disgusting comments to them, making them visibly uncomfortable, and neither of them could bear to watch silently. Mitch had begun to suggest that Scott take the stroller while he tried to help the two ladies, but the blond happened to hear the creep say something so hurtful to them right in that moment that he'd rushed forward to defend them. The man began to get aggressive with Scott while the two girls made their escape and Mitch watched them yell at each other until Scott gave the man a solid shove that made him stumble backwards (what Emily must have interpreted as a punch) and accompanied it with a loud 'fuck off!'. That, of course, had gotten all four of them- including their shocked and wide eyed baby girl- kicked out of the mall.
"Daddy has a dirty mouth, doesn't he?"
"Yeah, it's scary suntimes. Remember at the store?"
"I sure do. He shouldn't have said that, it wasn't very nice."
"Is daddy a bad boy?"
"Yeah he is." Mitch smirked to himself. That wasn't as funny when he was the only grown up in the room. "Just kidding. He's good, but he messes up. Just like everybody else. Including you." He ticked Emily's side until he got a small giggle out of her and stopped, not wanting her to get too excited so late at night.
"Can we go see him? I can't sleep anymore. Can we watch tv?"
"There's nothing good on tv at night, sweetheart. Everything's so boring that you might as well go to sleep."
"Can I sleep with you and daddy, then?"
Of course she could, but then she'd never grow out of it and try to sleep with them every night. "Don't you wanna be a big girl and sleep in your own room?"
"Nuh uh!" She shook her head for emphasis. "I'm not a big girl, even."
"Yes you are, Emmy. You're four. Big girls sleep in their own room."
"I'm little! You said it, dad. Member, you said you can't straight my hair 'cause I'm a baby. I can't be a baby in the morning and big at night, silly."
How was she already this snarky? He really had argued with her just this morning while doing his hair that he wouldn't straighten her baby-thin curls from fear of singing them away, and here she was already using that against him. He sat up and swung his legs off the bed, hoisting her up on his hip again. "Fine. You win the logic game this time, but no more sleepovers this week. Alright?"
He didn't get a response other than a confused mumble of "logicgame?" and then a happy hum as he carried her to their room. He knocked on the door first, suddenly remembering the uncomfortable state he'd left Scott in.
"Daddy? It's us again. Can we come in?"
Mitch heard a shuffle and then silence. "Is Emmy with you?"
"Yeah. Are you decent?"
"Uh huh." That was a relief. His voice wasn't as tight as it was when they'd left so he'd obviously gotten himself off and was a little more comfortable now. "Come in, lovelies."
Mitch opened the door and walked in, depositing Emily on the bed and making her giggle from the impact. He climbed under the covers and snuggled in next to Scott while Emily crawled off of the mattress and skipped around the room in search for the tv remote.
"Sleepover tonight?"
"Mhm. I need to buy her a new nightlight tomorrow, the one in her room is too dim." The little girl leaned against the bed and tapped Mitch's leg, handing him the remote with a grin. He smiled back, turning the tv on.
"You're letting my little Emmy stay up past her bedtime to watch tv?"
"Yup." He leaned his head on Scott's shoulder, entering his Netflix password with the remote. He whispered his gameplan as their wifi connected. "I'm gonna put on Frozen and she'll be out in twenty minutes."
"She's sleeping here, though?"
"Yeah, Scott. She's scared. I'm not taking her back to her room after telling her she can sleep with us tonight."
"That's a d- um, darn shame. I wanted to pay you back for being so good to me tonight. Maybe we c- Emmy!" Mitch shot his head up, alarmed at Scott's tone. "Emmy, put those down! What are you doing?"
"I wanna do a candle! Put it on, daddy!" She stood in front of his nightstand waving a few thin candlesticks in the air and Scott and Mitch both blushed. Those candles were not meant to be used the way the innocent little girl imagined and Scott felt uncomfortable with her even touching them. He took them from her hands, cringing thinking of the things he and Mitch had done to each other with them. His mind was still racing from having Mitch's mouth on him and he refused to let the mental image of Mitch writhing erotically on the bed as he dripped hot candle wax over his beautiful pale, naked body enter his thoughts with their daughter in the room.
"You sneaky little girl, snooping around in my drawers. Do you see that big candle near the window? If you bring that one to me very carefully I'll light it up for you and even let you blow it out."
She squealed happily and pranced to the window, returning with the glass candle jar. Scott nestled her between him and Mitch and lit the candle for her a few times, setting it on his lap and letting her blow it out with forceful little puffs of breath. It was endearing to him how much joy she got out of it and he was sure her cheeks were sore from overexertion and his lighter was almost out of fluid by the time Mitch declared that it was movie time and took the glass jar away from them. He turned the nightlamp off and set the tv to an appropriately soft volume before pressing play.
Emily ignored the movie and climbed into Scott's lap, leaving a small gap between him and Mitch. She kneeled between his legs and cupped her hand against his ear, speaking excitedly in a hushed tone. "Guess what, daddy?"
"What?" he whispered back. There was no point to the whispering when Mitch was close enough to hear, but he decided to play along.
"Can I tell you a secret?"
"Sure, baby. What's up?"
"Dad assidenly called you a bad boy in my room."
Scott gasped in pretend shock, dramatically pulling away from her to put his hand to his heart. That made her giggle, and her tinkling laughter gave Scott butterflies. "Did he really?!"
"Yeah! Don't tell him!"
"I won't. Whoa, thanks for telling me, Emmy. That really turned my world around."
She grinned at Mitch smugly and he knew what was coming. The little girl couldn't keep a 'secret' for her life. "Guess what, dad? I told daddy what you said about him."
"Emmy! Are you snitching on me?!"
"Snitching?" she asked, annoyed at his never-ending usage of complicated words. "No, I told daddy you called him a bad boy!" She wrapped her arms around Scott's neck and kissed his cheek until it was wet. "I think you're good, daddy!"
"Thank, cutie." He kissed her back and threw his arm around Mitch's shoulders to pull him closer. "Good for you, baby girl, and bad just for him. Nevermind, don't think about that too much. I love you, my angels."
"We love you too, daddy! Loveeee youuu daaaaaaaaaaddyyyyy-" She shrieked happily until Mitch hushed her and Scott nestled her into his lap, trying to steer her attention to the movie. He took the opportunity to steal a quick kiss from Mitch, who looked like he wouldn't be able to stay awake much longer.
"Are there sticky tissues in the trash?" Mitch mumbled, trying to phrase his words in a way that would keep their daughter clueless.
"Yeah, but it's okay. You were amazing, Mitchy."
"I wanted to finish," he pouted. "What a waste of tissue." Of course, that wasn't what he was really upset about but it probably wasn't the best time to say that he was parched and his thirst could only be quenched by Scott's cum. Maybe he could try again in the morning.
"It's okay. I loved it, it was more than enough. Tomorrow I'm gonna do the same for you, and I'll make sure you finish befo-"
"Shhhhh! Daddy, be quiet! The movie!"
Scott turned to Mitch with a chuckle and found him grinning back, humored by their daughters exclamation. His eyes lingered a little longer, mirroring Mitch's expression until it simmered down to a subtle smile. Scott hugged Emily to his chest, watching Mitch as Mitch watched the tv. He looked so sweet cuddled up in bed, his heavy eyelids rising and falling so slowly and his pale skin glowing from the light of the tv. His heart nearly jumped from his chest when Emily giggled at something from the movie and Mitch smiled sleepily, his laugh lines making an appearance as he looked at her to catch her smile. Scott scooted until he was laying down and nudged Mitch until he did the same, resting his head on Scott's chest and wrapping his arm over Emily's soft tummy.
Emily kissed Mitch's forehead with a hushed "goodnight, dad" before turning her attention back to the tv. Scott wanted to explode from how much love he had in his heart in this moment, he could barely contain it. He was going to fall asleep with the two loves of his life in his arms, his husband and their beautiful daughter. These were the little things he'd dreamed of falling asleep with for his whole life- a full, happy heart, a comfortable home, a loving family of his own. He had it all now and he couldn't possibly be happier. His life was complete.