Daddy. All the time, not just here and there when Stephen forgot himself.
Stephen arched in a long, slow motion. “Yes…”
He pulled more of Stephen’s prick in, purring on purpose this time to give his boy the extra vibrations. Fuck, but it felt good, giving Stephen pleasure.
“I need you. I need to come, please.” Stephen’s eyes went wide. “Oh. Oh, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
He shook his head and pulled more of Stephen in. His boy didn’t need to be sorry. He wanted his boy to come. He sucked hard, willing his boy to shoot, and like it was meant to be, Stephen came, calling out for him.
He drank Stephen down, and it was as if he was tasting pure pleasure.
Stephen moaned for him, calling for him, over and over. He continued to suck, holding Stephen on his tongue. Such hot velvet.
“Daddy.” The single word rocked him.
He took one last, long suck and slowly drew back, letting Stephen’s cock drag along his tongue. “Right here, boy.”
“Thank you.” Such a sweet boy.
He surged up and took Stephen’s mouth, plundering those lovely lips. His boy opened easily, offering himself with no hesitation. So sweet.
He fucked Stephen’s mouth with his tongue, pushing deep as he rubbed against the slender body.
He wanted…everything. Every inch of his boy. And he wanted to do all the things to Stephen, with Stephen. Groaning, he pressed hard against his boy’s thigh. He wanted to tell Stephen they didn’t need to worry about condoms, but that brought with it a whole other discussion he didn’t think Stephen was ready for.
Please. You’re everywhere… The thought seemed to come from everywhere.
I want you. Now. He let the thought push from him and move into Stephen. Into his boy. His boy. His.
Stephen gasped and nodded, pupils huge.
He grabbed the lube from the bedside table and pushed a slick finger into his boy, moving it around, pushing it as deep as he could. Stephen rocked, taking him eagerly.
He pressed in another finger, sliding the two of them in and out of Stephen’s tight little hole. He spread them wide, letting his fingers drag against the ring of muscles.
Stephen cried out for him and he pushed in a third finger, eager to hear more of those noises, more of that need.
“Oh, I can’t breathe, it’s so good.”
He searched for Stephen’s gland, wanting to make his boy gasp and remember he was breathing.
Stephen reached for him, hands grasping and needy.
He took another kiss, giving Stephen as much of him as he could. His teeth grazed Stephen’s lower lip, little explosions lighting up behind his eyes.
Champ felt himself growling, the deep noise enough to make Stephen stare.
He wanted Stephen, so badly. He needed to bury himself inside his boy.
“Please, yes. I ache for it.”
Without thinking, he set his cockhead against that inviting little hole. Stephen moaned and rolled his hips, pulling him in.
He sank slowly in, groaning at the sensation of his boy holding him tight and pulling him in deeper. “Mine.”
He needed Stephen to understand.
Stephen moaned, but that wasn’t enough.
“Say it. Say you’re mine. Say you belong to Daddy.”
Stephen’s ass clenched around his cock, stealing his breath.
“Say it, boy.” He pushed in a little deeper, pinging off his gland.
“Yours! I’m yours!”
“You belong to?”
“Daddy. Please, give me more!”
He did, fucking Stephen with all he was, pumping in hard, and Stephen took him, every inch. Stephen cried out, calling to him, begging him for more.
He grabbed Stephen’s legs, encouraging him to wrap them around his waist. Stephen responded like a dream, squeezing him tight.
“So good, boy. So right.” It was like Stephen had been made for him, body sheathing his cock so perfectly. He kept thrusting, but any sort of rhythm had disappeared.
He was desperate to mark Stephen inside, and he groaned deep in his chest. “I want to make you mine.”
“Yes. Yes, yours. I want to be yours.”
That’s what he wanted to hear, and he lost himself in pounding into his boy, into coming with Stephen. His boy moaned, ass humping against him, working his cock like a mad thing.
He managed to get his hand around Stephen’s cock. “Together. We do this together.” They were a pair, two that made a unit together. They would come together, spill and fill at the same time.
Leaning in, he bit at Stephen’s neck, and sure enough, that electricity was still there, shooting through him and through Stephen. Everywhere.
“Yes. Together. Please.” Stephen’s fingers trailed over his birthmark, and he roared.
Squeezing Stephen’s cock tight, he bit again as he slammed into Stephen’s