Finding Ian

by Riley Hart

“Be careful what you ask for, pet. I just might take you up on the offer, and you need to make sure you can handle it.”

You’ll be even more beautiful than you already are when you’re writhing beneath me.”

“Don’t worry, stubborn little pup. I’ll take care of you. It’ll all be okay.”

“We’re attention and praise sluts. Cuddle us and tell us we’re pretty or doing a good job, and we’ll do anything.”

“He’s a cuddly little thing, isn’t he, pup?” David said from the doorway. “He’s going to require lots of love and praise, I think.” I nodded. “You think correctly.”

You’re a naughty little kitten, Jordan, like I told you. Ian is a stubborn pup.

“He doesn’t have to mind his manners with me. You do. Also, you’re right.”

I liked being Ian’s sunshine. I liked knowing he was there with me.

“It’s not stupid if it’s how you feel, pup. Our feelings are always valid, even when they’re not comfortable or realistic.”

“We’re only asking for what you can give us. It’s not about everyone doing it the same or giving in the same ways. The beauty in this, in what we do, is Jordan allowing us inside in the way that works best for him, and you doing the same. It’s in giving yourself the best way you know how and challenging yourself. And when you do, it’s beautiful.”

“I make you proud…my Sir and my Sunshine.”

I love you, for your heart, and that’s what I see, what I feel when you take care of me, when you take care of Ian. And I love him too, so yeah, just in case you were curious, that’s where I am.”

I want you. I want you and Ian in my bed every night. I want my home to be yours. I’m not prepared to let either of you go right now, maybe not ever. Caring for you, for both of you, fulfills me in a way I’ve never had. I’m…complete. If that’s not love, kitten, I don’t know what is.”

I always used to have to tell him it’s okay to mess up. Most things can be fixed, except not trying at all.”

“I love you too. Both of you. I don’t know how good I’ll be at this, but…”

That’s what I’m used to doing, but I don’t want to run anymore. How do I run away and live without sunshine on my skin?”

“You have both changed my world so much. Do you know that? How good you both are for me? What it does to me to see you on your knees for me?”

We came together, mouths, tongues, hands, and bodies, wanting, loving, happy. Whole.

“I love you both. Most days I wake up and wonder how I was ever happy without you, but the thing is, we don’t have to worry about that now, do we? We have each other, and we always will. Sometimes you wear my marks—bites, bruises, red blotches from my flogger or hand or paddle. You wear my collars so I can claim you, and now…now I would like you to wear my ring, so everyone, no matter where we go, will always know we belong to each other. We can’t make it legal between the three of us, and I hate that, but if you say yes—and you always have a choice in this—we will be husbands in all the ways that matter.”