Stephen - Sean Michael Page 0,40

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Champ’s mouth closed over his, tongue delving between his lips, fingers moving over his face.

His thoughts shattered, and he moaned, opening up. Champ delved deeper, tongue moving along his, demanding his attention, his care, and Stephen gave it. He wrapped his arms around Champ and held on tight.

Champ pressed him back, one arm around his back to help lower him gently. He followed, trusting Champ to take him where he needed to go.

Champ was above him, kissing him, hand rubbing his skin and making it sing.

He arched and shifted, sliding on the sofa.

“Want you, boy.” Champ pulled his shirt up over his head before dropping down to his sweats and tugging at them.

“Again?” he teased, even as he wiggled out of his pants.

“Yes. And then again, and then again. And again.” Champ followed each word up with a kiss.

“Yes. Daddy, please.”

Champ moaned for him. “Yeah, Daddy has you.”

Champ got off on that, and the more Stephen said it, the happier Champ was.

“My boy.” The words were soft growls, full of need, full of want.

“Yours. Please.”

“Every moment that we’re together, every time we kiss, every time we make love, our bond grows deeper, we become more each other’s. This is a good thing, I promise you. I swear it.”

“You just showed me you were a dragon. You trusted me with yourself and I trust you with myself.”

“Good. You can be confident that I could never hurt you. You’re everything to me.”

He blushed, unable to meet Champ’s eyes. He wasn’t worth that, and he knew it.

Champ growled gently. “You are. I want you to understand that, to know it. I don’t share who I truly am with anyone, but I did with you.”

“You did. It was…I can’t even…” He didn’t have words.

“I only showed that to the most special human I know. That’s you. My beautiful, glowing, special boy.”

“Your boy. Yes.” He leaned their foreheads together.

“Yes.” Champ kissed him again, and this time he felt that, all of Champ’s feelings right there, infusing him with them. He moaned, letting Champ fill him up with peace, from his feet to his head.

The kisses continued unabated, that feeling of peace still there but need joining it.

Stephen moaned, his fingers tangling in Champ’s thick hair.

Champ moved his lips away from Stephen’s mouth, moving to nibble at his neck, and he lifted his chin, begging wordlessly for more. His throat held a half dozen hot spots.

Champ found the first one and stayed there, licking and sucking and making him moan. His cock went from interested to needy, and his nipples went hard.

Groaning, Champ tugged off his T-shirt and slid a hand across his chest, teasing his nips, making them even harder.

They ached, tips hard as nails, begging for Champ’s attention. Champ gave it, fingers wrapping around his left nipple and tugging, pulling on it.

A sweet ache flooded him, making him pant. Oh more. And Champ gave it to him, pinching and tugging and twisting. That little bit of flesh could make him feel so very much.

“It’s big. Daddy, I need you. It’s so big.”

“It’s going to get bigger,” Champ promised. His Daddy moved to the other nipple, tugging and twisting it as well.

“Bigger…” He wasn’t sure he could handle bigger.

“Uh-huh. A whole lot bigger.” Champ rubbed the tip of his nipple, finger moving back and forth.

That little tease, that tingling pressure was perfect. Maddening but perfect.

Champ licked at the skin beneath his ear, finding a hot spot and lighting it up.

“M-m-more.” Lord, he was stuttering.

“Mmm. My needy boy.” Champ licked from the spot beneath his ear downward, finding another hot spot right where his neck met his shoulder. Champ immediately wrapped his lips around the spot and applied suction.

He let a tiny cry slip out, almost a moan.

Champ purred, the sound vibrating along the skin on Stephen’s neck.

“Daddy!” He moaned louder, just buzzing with pleasure.

Champ purred again, then slid his lips along to find another hot spot.

He sank into it, moaning deep in his chest, his whole world Champ. His Daddy moved from hot spot to hot spot, spending time on each one, revving him up higher and higher.

He ached, from his toes to his hair, but it was an amazing feeling, deep and wild and free.

Champ worked their sweats off while he licked and sucked and kissed and drove Stephen crazy.

“I need you to love me, please.” He begged, head tossing.

“Uh-huh. I will. Just taking it slow. I want to be thorough.”

“Thorough is good. Very good.”

“I think so.” Champ nibbled on his Adam’s apple, fingers