What did I get?”
“You got to be groped by me,” Craig pointed out.
True. Craig was thorough in his inspection.
Louis slurped his coffee. “I didn’t mind about scouts,” he said, returning to the topic of conversation before he tried to burn his dick. “Mom was so furious about their attitude she let me do what I liked.”
“What did you do?”
“Kind of ran wild until I decided I’d rather play video games and listen to music. Were you a scout? I don’t remember you talking about it before.”
Craig shook his head. “I didn’t like being told what to do.”
“You prefer giving the orders.”
“You know me.”
“Yes…Daddy.” Louis deliberately left the breathy pause there.
They eyed each other for a moment.
“I’ve got to fuck you.”
“Yes, yes,” Louis pleaded.
“Finish your coffee,” Craig ordered.
Louis downed the cup before he’d finished his sentence.
“Stand up.”
Craig stripped him down with eager care, then himself. He was a study in muscle and hard lines. Louis stood with breathless anticipation, his cock hard and leaking. He wanted Craig inside him now.
“Lube,” Craig said.
Louis almost whined in frustration. “Upstairs in my bathroom.”
Craig stopped at the doorway. “Condoms?”
“I haven’t. Since you.”
“Nor me. I couldn’t.”
They stared at each other. Louis saw the pain in Craig’s eyes. If only they’d talked sooner.
“We were so fucking stupid,” Louis whispered.
“I know.”
Craig vanished upstairs. Louis wrapped his arms around himself, shivering slightly, more from anticipation than cold.
Then Craig was back, and his mouth was on Louis and his arms wrapped around him. Closing his eyes and sinking into the feel of Craig’s body pressed up against him, Louis let his Daddy control the kiss, his full mouth drawing pleasure from Louis’s, their tongues sliding and dancing together. They kissed until Louis needed air, and Craig’s hands roamed restlessly over him, one moment cupping his ass, the next exploring his back. Their cocks pressed together with delicious friction, both leaking pre-come.
Louis whimpered when Craig pulled back, hating the loss of his mouth.
Craig stroked his cheek. “I don’t want to hurt you, boy. How would be best?”
Louis considered it for a moment. “I could bend over the desk.”
Craig’s eyes lit, and Louis flushed, remembering other times when they’d fucked over tables and desks and whatever furniture was available.
“Good choice.”
Louis rested his forearms on the warm wood. Craig didn’t move or do anything, and Louis looked over his shoulder.
“Craig?”
“I’m okay. Just a bit overwhelmed that I’m here with you.” Craig’s smile was huge and if his eyes gleamed suspiciously bright, Louis didn’t call him on it. He felt the same way himself.
Louis choked back a cry when Craig parted his ass cheeks and licked down to his hole. “Craig!”
“Shh, it’s okay.”
Okay? It was way more than okay. Craig’s tongue wickedly played with his hole until Louis begged him to hurry up, to stick his dick inside him.
“Just wanna prepare you. Don’t want it to hurt,” Craig assured him, then slipped a slick finger inside with his tongue.
Craig was going to drive him out of his mind before he’d even fucked him. Two fingers convinced him. Sweat broke out across his chest and trickled down his sternum.
“Get your big fat cock inside me now,” Louis snarled.
He received a stinging slap on his ass for that, and was reminded of the spanking a couple of days before.
Louis took a deep breath. Craig could just as easily stop and leave him hanging if he thought Louis was being rude to him. It wouldn’t be the first time. “I’m sorry. Please, Daddy, just fuck me.”
Craig pressed up against him, kissing his hole with his cockhead, and before Louis could take another breath, Craig slid home to the hilt.
Craig
Craig gasped, hearing the same intake of breath from his lover. He pushed until he was buried inside Louis as close as he could be. “You feel like home.”
“You are my home.” Louis gasped again. “You always were.”
Unseen by Louis, a tear ran down Craig’s cheek. He shouldn’t have run from Louis.
“It’s okay. You’re here. We’re together.” Louis’s hand snaked around to stroke his thigh.
How Louis knew he was upset, Craig didn’t know, but he took the comfort and pressed a kiss into the middle of Louis’s back.
Louis hissed as Craig drew back. “Fuck, fuck, so good.”
“Hold on,” Craig muttered.
He grasped Louis’s hips and thrust in again. Louis wailed.
Craig grinned. Nailed him.
He gave Louis no quarter, thrusting and bringing him almost to climax, then drawing back, going slower, finding his sweet spot and tormenting him, until Louis let out a string of incoherent curses.
He intended this to be a