Stephen - Sean Michael Page 0,43

comfortable and for Stephen to pounce him.

“Yes, Daddy.” The phone went dead, and he went achingly hard.

He headed for his bedroom, stripping as he went. By the time he reached the bed, his cock was bobbing, hitting his belly as he ran. Daddy. His boy called him Daddy outside of sex or being asked. He was the luckiest man—and dragon—who ever lived.

He lay on his side on the bed, facing the door, trying to strike a Daddy-ish pose, but mostly he was simply super-excited to see his boy.

Stephen bounced in, smiling at him, beautiful eyes alight. “I’m home!”

He sat up and opened his arms, no longer caring how he looked. “Welcome home, boy.”

Stephen shrugged off his backpack and coat, kicked off his shoes, then pushed into his arms. “Hey!”

He wrapped around his boy, holding him tight. “You are a sight for sore eyes.”

“You’re warm. I thought about you all day.” Stephen’s hands explored his body, dragging up and down and teasing the hell out of him.

His cock throbbed, trying to catch Stephen’s attention.

“Someone missed me.” Stephen’s grin was wicked, the look in his eyes hungry as he headed south.

“So much, boy.” So very much.

“Good.” Stephen’s hair brushed his cock a second before the soft lips did.

He cried out, his hands dropping to Stephen’s head. His boy hummed, sucking him gently, tongue sliding on his shaft. He brushed his hands through Stephen’s hair, sweet shivers of pleasure rolling through him.

“Yes.” The word hissed from him. This was heaven—a willing boy, sucking him, loving him, needing him.

He managed to keep from grabbing hold of Stephen’s head and fucking his mouth, but he did rub Stephen’s head. His boy groaned around him, lapping at his prick.

“How did you know this was exactly what I needed?” What he’d been craving all day long.

“I’m yours.” Then the suction started again.

That was a good answer; he approved. He purred, his hips shifting, pushing his cock a little deeper. His fingers clenched in Stephen’s hair a little harder.

He tried so very hard not to just fuck Stephen’s mouth, but it was going to be a losing battle any second now.

Stephen swallowed, hand squeezing his thigh, encouraging him to buck up, push deep. So he finally gave in to his urge and thrust, his cock sliding along Stephen’s tongue and into his throat. His boy took every inch, moaning loudly around his cock.

He moved faster, the need in his balls urging him to thrust hard and fast. Holding the beloved face in his hands, he did, watching Stephen as the pleasure built.

His boy’s face was relaxed, lips parted and accepting, deep moans vibrating his cock. It was clear that Stephen enjoyed doing this, possibly as much as he loved having it done. He groaned—he was so very close.

Then his boy rolled his balls, pushing them.

“Stephen!” With the shout of his boy’s name, he came, shooting down Stephen’s throat, the pleasure moving throughout his body.

Stephen swallowed and swallowed, head bobbing, taking him all in.

He stroked his boy’s head, murmuring nonsense, just sounds to let Stephen know how much he was enjoying the lapping and loving.

Goddess, he’d waited his entire life for this, for his lover. For his boy.

He drew Stephen up and took a kiss, tasting himself in his boy’s mouth. He plundered, eager to find the taste of Stephen himself beneath the flavor of his own come. Stephen snuggled in, cock full and heavy in his jeans.

“I see my boy has a need of his own.” He palmed Stephen’s cock through the denim and squeezed gently.

“Always. I wanted to jack off in the bathroom a half dozen times.”

“It’s a good thing you’re not allowed to touch yourself sexually or you would have been late for your class.”

“I could be quick as a bunny…”

He shook his head. “You’re not allowed to touch yourself without my permission, you know that. I should have the boys whip you up a potion to keep you flaccid when you’re not with me.”

“That’s not a thing…” Stephen kissed him hard.

He kissed his boy right back. He’d tell Stephen later that it was. They were dragons, after all, and Berny and France were versed in dragon magics.

They could have some wicked fun—things that would blow Stephen’s mind.

He slid his hand down along his boy’s spine, pushing it beneath Stephen’s jeans and underwear so he could grab his boy’s asscheek.

Stephen rocked, pushing into his hand.

“I’m going to make love to you, boy. You want to be on your back or you want to do it right