Getting anywhere on time was usually easy for Devon and Quinn, but when Jesse decided to come with them last minute it suddenly became a race against the clock and dense traffic.

"Hurry up, were gonna be late and miss everything!" Jesse worried, tapping his foot on the floor impatiently.

"And whose fault is that, Princess?" Devon hummed, an eyebrow raised at the small bundle of chaos with pink hair and a deep frown.

"Dunno, not mine" he said before pointing at poor, unassuming Quinn. "He's the one that took a work call for twenty minutes".

"Don't bring me into this, Pinkie Pie" Quinn teased then barked a laugh at Jesse's look of horror.

"No, nope, you agreed to never call me that again".

"I changed my mind, Pinkie".

Before the two could cause a scene in the car park, Devon took Quinn's hand and wrapped an arm around Jesse's shoulders.

"If you can't behave, you can wait in the car" he warned, to which Quinn smothered a chuckle. Jesse blushed though, his heart speeding up at the oldest of the trios dark tone. The second eldest noticed and winked with a smirk sexy enough to make a nun swoon.

Gosh, Jesse loved his men.

With no more quarrelling between the three, they all walked into the building decorated with pride flags and smiled at the sight that greeted them.

The hall had been set up with different stalls, some offering information on various topics or business promotions. Others held products for purchase or free samples, ranging from mundane things like clothing, condoms and lubricants all the way to BDSM related and kink-specific paraphernalia.

Off to one side were tables for the buffet and at the far end of the hall were demonstration areas, dressing rooms and more things that were new.

They had been attending this event for queer and kinky folk together for six years, the excitement never diminishing even once. It was the perfect place to explore, learn, have fun, make purchases or, perhaps most importantly, make business connections and spread names around.

Devon and Quinn looked down at their little lover who was visibly trembling from restraining himself.

"Where do you want to go first, Princess?" Devon asked.

Jesse immediately pointed to the table dedicated to Petplay. "They've got ears that match my hair!".

Quinn barely supressed a groan. "Love, you already have pink ears. Four pairs" he pointed out.

"Yeah but not this shade; the ones at home are bubble-gum or coral pink, this is pastel peach" Jesse rolled his eyes and tugged on a strand of his pink fluffy mullet. He may have had a slight problem of dyeing his hair every few months but refused to seek help for his addcition.

"Do you want to go alone or...?" Devon asked. His princess thought for a moment before seeing another pet he often saw at events like these and decided to go with them. Devon handed over some money. "Alright pet, just make sure you don't go too far- we don't need a repeat of last year".

No they certainly did not and Jesse had no plans to almost get petnapped again either. So they also gave him a rough time and place to be, just to make it easier to find the bundle of energy later in the evening.

Once the youngest of the three had skipped over to his friend and dragged them to the table crowded with pets and masters/mistress's, the eldest turned to his husband.

"Anything you want, love?" Devon smiled at the man who was almost literally a giant, towering at an ever-impressive six foot six inches. He often wondered if tiny Jesse would get neck issues constantly looking up at them both.

"No, I'm fine just looking around" Quinn answered, smiling softly. But it was so easy to see how his eyes had lingered on the stall for Caregivers and Little's, how he watched the Daddies and their precious ones bond over their desires to provide and receive comfort, companionship and safety.

It did bother Devon that in Jesse he had found a pet that fulfilled that dominant part of him and Quinn was left not completely satisfied. He knew Quinn loved the pink haired fireball just as much as he did, without a doubt, but it was in the moments where the man got a look of longing in his honey brown eyes...

"Stop looking like a sourpuss, I'm fine. You're going to get premature wrinkles" Quinn scolded playfully, flicking Devon's forehead.

"I know you're fine, love. But you can't tell me you don't crave that" he rebutted, nodding towards the stall again.

A man around he and Quinn's age stood hand in hand with a slightly younger man as they browsed the stuffed toys, colouring pencils, lullaby boxes and bedtime stories. The Little clung to his Caregiver, smiling brightly and pointing animatedly at the things he found exciting. Quinn's heart tugged at the sight, a small smile on his thick lips.

"It does look lovely. And yes, a piece of me craves it, but the larger part of me is completely stuffed full and happy with everything I have with you and Jesse. Now shut up, kiss me and stop wasting our time".

Who was Devon to deny his sexy husband? They kissed, soft and sweet, then pulled apart, ready to enjoy the rest of the evening.

"Want to go look around while the Kit plays for a bit?".

"Sounds good" Quinn nodded, not looking back at the stall and took his husband's hand as they made their way through the crowd.