to be filled,” he pointed out, and Stephen moaned and nodded.
“I can make that happen. I can keep you filled even when you’re not here.” There were plugs that were comfortable enough for long-term use.
“As you wish. I want your will.”
“You’ll have it.” He would definitely find a way to impose his will even when they weren’t together. This was his boy. His. Top to bottom and heart and soul.
“I—You don’t have to make promises. You don’t know if you’ll like me yet.”
“Of course I like you. You wouldn’t be here with me like this if you weren’t already important to me.” The connection was immediate and perfect, and he’d never questioned it. “You’re mine, remember.”
“I was just trying to be good.”
“I want you to be yourself. That’s what is most important. Because you are what’s important.”
Stephen pinked, and Champ could tell he was working the plug. Sweet, needy boy. He really was perfect.
Champ gave Stephen a long, lazy kiss, then settled in the bed with his boy. “It’s going to be a wonderful weekend.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you. So much.” Stephen snuggled in with a little hum.
It felt so good, so right. And Champ held on tight now, like he planned to continue to do.
Chapter Eight
Stephen woke up warm and full and a little confused.
Where was he?
What was going on?
What the fuck?
A low, calming purr sounded and a big hand stroked his hip, patting gently.
Oh. Champ. The huge fierce daddy of a man. Whoa.
That hand wrapped around his hip and tugged him in closer.
His body felt heated, like the plug inside was soft, necessary. God, they hadn’t used a condom and then Champ had plugged him with Champ’s seed inside him. The thought should have made him worried, but it didn’t. It made him happy, his only worry that Champ might think—
“Good morning, boy.” Champ stroked his belly, fingertips sliding on his skin.
“Good morning. I feel so warm.” He stretched, moaning.
“You are warm—you feel good.”
“I do.” He nuzzled against Champ. “We didn’t use protection. I’m sorry. I promise I don’t have any STDs, I won’t make you sick.”
“And I won’t make you sick. I should have asked last night, but I was caught up in the moment and it felt right. I should have taken more care of you.”
Stephen put his fingers against Champ’s lips. Maybe he shouldn’t have, but he believed Champ—he knew Champ would never do anything to hurt him like that. And it had felt right. So right. Even now when they weren’t in the heat of the moment it felt right. “I believe you. It’s okay.”
Champ kissed him gently, the aura of warmth that surrounded them settling even more around them.
“Do you need me to make you breakfast?” He didn’t want to get up, but he would.
“We’ll order something for breakfast. I don’t need you to serve me—I’d rather spend time with you like this.”
Everything Champ said made him ache with need. “I’d love that. Thank you.”
“No, thank you. This is how I want to spend the day. The weekend even. Maybe the rest of our lives…”
“Oh, you don’t know me though. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“Boy, I will put you over my knee.”
“What?”
“Every time you put yourself down, I am going to put you over my knee and spank you. I don’t want to hear you putting yourself down like that. You know I don’t believe it.”
He gasped at Champ, shocked at the rush of arousal that hit him.
“You glow and you’re mine and wonderful. I’ll keep saying it. I’ll say it over and over, and at some point, you are going to actually believe me.”
He ducked his head, hiding away in his hair.
Champ pushed his hair from his face and tilted his chin. “You don’t have to hide from me.”
“Yes, Sir.” His cheeks were on fire.
Champ kissed one, then the other, lips even hotter than his own skin. “So beautiful.”
“Thank you, Sir. Seriously.”
“Thank you—for being here with me.” Champ’s eyes seemed to shine as they looked down at him.
“We have all weekend. All weekend together.” And he was excited.
“We do. There’s so many things I want to do with you, but we’ll have more than this weekend so we don’t have to do it all. Much as I’d like to, I also want to enjoy and savor every moment with you.”
“I could just spend the day snuggling, if that’s what you want.”
“I could, too, but I think you like being pushed, just a little. And we need to get in what we can