“Okay, good, I’m glad you know that, because I do love cooking for you, I just don’t want you to think I’m here tryingto force you to eat every time we’re together.” It was a running theme, even before we were making out and discovering this new dynamic.
He chuckled. “I’d love to cook for you, but I always burn most of my food, and don’t get me wrong, I love the taste of burned, but it’s an acquired one.”
“Yeah, maybe we should leave the hot food to me. You can take over cold stuff, like sandwiches.”
He nodded. “I do make a mean s’more, though,” he said. “Because you’ve got to burn those.”
“Well, not quite burn, but sure, you char the marshmallows on the outside, and make sure they’re all soft and gooey and a bit like molten lava on the inside,” I said. And I’d bought ingredients for s’mores, they were on the list of playful foods, alongside messy, which was another running theme for our encounters. It was fitting, though.
We had the mac and cheese together, all mixed in and thickened with many different cheeses. It was time to put it in a glass tray and add a layer of crumbs and a little more cheese before baking. Once the top was covered in foil, I slipped it into the oven. I turned and looked at my little chef.
“Oh,” I said, looking him up and down.
“What?” he asked.
He’d managed to get melted cheese down the front of the apron. “Were you helping yourself to it when I asked you to stir?”
Wiping his chin as if that’s what gave him away, he shook his head. “No, I’d never do that.”
“Did you just lie to me?”
Finally, he caught on to what I’d seen. “Oh. That’s not from—okay, I lied. I tried a little bit, but I needed to know it was good.”
“And is it?”
He nodded. “Very.”
“Okay, well, we’ve got about half an hour. You wanna help me clean?” I asked.
“Only if you’re not mad at me for lying,” he said with a big pout on his lips.
“I think a kiss would solve that.”
A single kiss just wasn’t enough, though. Leo jumped up and wrapped his legs around my waist. There was no stopping our tongues once they’d started, and this time there was no whipped-cream canister between us to make a mess.
“I think I’m ready to see your bedroom,” he said into my ear, and his breathy whisper made all my muscles contract. Squeezing him in place around me, I carried him up the stairs and made a beeline right for my bedroom door.
Leo’s lips latched onto my neck, sucking and kissing.
“Are you leaving me a hickey?” I asked, gently lowering his back down onto the bed. “Or are you secretly a vampire?”
He shied away from me as he lay on the bed. “I just wanted to make sure nobody else tries it on with you.”
“So you were leaving a mark.” It was good to know. “Now I get to leave one on you.”
“Be my guest, Daddy,” he said, wiggling around. “Also, your bed is so comfy. You’re never going to get me to leave now.”
I knelt at the foot of the bed and pulled his shoes off. “You can stay in this bed for as long as you like, but there’s a rule I haven’t told you about.”
Picking his head up to look at me, he asked, “What?”
“When you’re on Daddy’s bed, you’re only allowed to wear Daddy approved clothes, or you’ve got to be completely naked,” I said. “And I haven’t approved any of your clothes yet.”
He didn’t need a reason to get naked, he was already there, thumbing the loops in his shorts and pulling them downhis thighs, his crotch now only covered by the end of the apron. “I think I’m complying with those rules, Daddy.”
I slipped a hand up his thigh, but before getting too high, I pulled it back, yanking his shorts all the way off him. His dick was imprinted in the apron, but it was already due to be cleaned from the mess he’d made on the front. “Not quite,” I said. “You’ve still got plenty of clothes on.”
Pushing himself up on his elbows, he nodded. “And what about your clothes?”
