Stephen - Sean Michael Page 0,59
he remembered, and he sighed, exhaling. He guessed maybe he was used to a large stretch now, what with Champ’s sizeable member. “Feels good.”
Good wasn’t a big enough word. Nowhere near big enough.
Champ tapped the base of the plug, moving it inside him, then caressed his ass, making the burn increase.
“Daddy! Be nice!” He stood, taking a few steps away.
“I was being very nice.” Champ patted again, a little harder this time.
“We’re packing…” He turned to hide his ass.
“Well, you’re certainly packing. A very large one at that.”
Stephen blinked, then he began to laugh, good and hard. The wicked sense of humor always surprised him. It delighted him, too, and he smiled as he listened to the joy pouring from his Daddy.
“Silly, wonderful man.” He looked over at his Daddy. “Come on. Let’s do this.”
“Yes, Boss.” Daddy gave him a wink but went back to work on carefully taking the wall art down and packing it up.
He gathered his books and art supplies, surprised as hell at how fast his part of the place emptied out.
“You’re moving to a wonderful home,” Champ reminded him. “Where you are loved and wanted.”
“I am. And my things will fit in okay?”
“Everything you have and want will fit in perfectly—that’s what having a home means.”
He went to get another kiss from Champ, offering his lips in thanks. Champ cupped his face and slowly lowered his head, bringing their mouths together. The kiss started out gentle. He melted against Champ, humming.
“This isn’t getting your stuff together,” Champ noted before diving back for more kissing.
No. No, it wasn’t. And they had to get things in the truck, out of the truck, and unpacked. Dammit.
Champ cupped his ass, making the heavy plug shift inside him. He groaned and moved, his eyes crossing. “Daddy.”
“Just making sure it’s still there.” Champ tapped the base of the plug several times. “I’m glad you have toys of your own. It would have been a shame not to be able to plug my seed inside you.”
“Still tingles, Daddy. So good.” It made his toes curl and made his nipples ache.
“Good.” Champ took another stunning kiss, and when Champ ended it, he found himself leaning toward his Daddy, wanting more. “Let’s get your stuff, boy. We can continue this once we’re home, yeah?”
“Yes. This is scary-exciting, isn’t it? Moving in together?” Probably not for Champ—he was brave, a dragon after all, but Stephen had done it once before and it had been a disaster.
“It is scary-exciting. I’ve never had a mate before. I need to make sure you feel at home, that I make a proper place for you.” Champ smiled. “But every time I look at you and see you glow and it’s more just exciting-exciting.”
“Yes. I’m happy that we’re going home.” And he was happy Marc was going to be downstairs, close.
He gathered the rest of the things that he wanted to have at home, close and then they started carrying boxes and bags down to the truck, the plug inside him driving him mad. Champ knew, too, his Daddy shooting him looks on a regular basis, heat in his gaze.
Finally, they were done, and he stood at the door of the apartment. It didn’t look like he’d ever lived there.
There was stuff left, but nothing important to him, and he didn’t care if it went into storage and he never saw it again. The bags and boxes they had taken to the truck were everything important.
“Ready to go, boy?”
“I am. This part is over. Now it’s a new part.”
“It is indeed.” Champ waited for him to close the door, then took his hand, walking down to the truck with him. Like they were partners.
His heart was pounding—and he was excited as hell, but scared too. What if Champ hated him after a few days?
Stop it. This is bullshit baggage from before. Just stop.
Champ squeezed his hand, then opened the door for him. “You glow, Stephen. Literally. I love you.”
“Thank you.” He eased himself up, groaning as the plug rocked.
Champ gave him a wicked grin. “I’m going to have to figure out how to take the worst roads going home.”
“Stop it. Seriously. Be good.” He chuckled, his cheeks burning.
“Do you think I’m joking?” Champ brushed his fingers against Stephen’s cheek. “Because I’m not.”
“Take us home. We still have to unpack.”
“We might get to the unpacking today.” Champ kissed his cheek before going around to the driver’s side and climbing in. “You might be in great need by then.”
“I might.” He blushed