“Just you, Daddy.”
“You’ve got me,” Linc vowed, meaning it more than he would ever admit.
Wyatt sucked in a breath but said nothing.
“You’re gorgeous like this,” Linc rumbled, tracing the shell of his ear with his tongue. “You were born for this, to be owned, possessed, marked… used.” As he spoke, he punctuated each word with a biting kiss along Wyatt’s neck, the knobs of his spine, his hip. Wyatt didn’t respond, just gripped his bindings, pulling ragged breaths into his lungs. Linc pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades and lowered his hips, rubbing his clothed cock against his ass. “See what you do to Daddy? See how hard you make me?”
“Daddy, please.”
Linc bit back a groan as he allowed himself a minute to grind his erection against the boy. “You want to be good for me, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Wyatt said on a sob.
Linc pressed a tender kiss against his temple. “Then relax for me, baby. I want to taste you.”
Wyatt seemed to melt, his hands loosening their death grip as Linc sat back on his feet, taking a moment to look at the picture Wyatt presented. He let his fingertips tease over Wyatt’s ankles, the backs of his knees, his inner thighs before hauling Wyatt’s hips up, spreading him open. He leaned close, letting his breath fan across Wyatt’s tight little hole.
“Is this what you want? You want my mouth on you?”
Wyatt arched his back, pushing his ass higher like a cat in heat. “Please, Daddy.”
“Say it again,” Linc teased, leaning down to bite the globes of his ass.
“Please, Daddy. Please. You promised,” Wyatt moaned. “You promised,” he said again, almost like he didn’t know he was talking.
Linc had promised and Wyatt had done everything Linc had asked. He leaned forward, sweeping the flat of his tongue over Wyatt’s tight pucker. He keened, pushing himself back on Linc’s face. He held him in place, nibbling, licking, and sucking until Wyatt was a sobbing, shivering mess beneath him.
He reached between Wyatt’s legs, wrapping his fist around Wyatt’s neglected cock, working him slowly until the boy babbled. “I need more. I want more. Please. You said. You promised, Linc. Please.”
Linc’s imprisoned cock leaked at his name on Wyatt’s tongue. Wyatt had never uttered Linc’s name like that before, like a prayer, like he was the only person who could give Wyatt just what he needed. Linc growled, stabbing his tongue against Wyatt’s greedy hole, feeling it give just the slightest bit. He squeezed his own cock, trying to pull himself together enough to take care of his boy.
He snagged the lube from the side table. “Daddy’s gonna take care of you.” He coated his fingers, massaging Wyatt’s hole with his thumb, applying pressure but not enough to penetrate him. “Color?”
Wyatt’s response was one long, drawn out, “Green.”
Linc pressed his thumb past that first tight ring of muscle. Wyatt hissed, body tensing until Linc’s finger was in a vice grip.Jesus fuck.Linc rubbed circles on Wyatt’s hip until his body adjusted to the minor invasion. Once he relaxed, Linc pressed farther, all the while studying Wyatt for signs of distress, hyperaware of the boy’s ragged breathing and the light sheen of perspiration on his skin. Linc watched, transfixed, biting his tongue until he could taste blood. He could probably come just watching his finger disappearing in and out of Wyatt’s body. But it wasn’t about him, Linc reminded himself, taking Wyatt’s cock in hand once more, working his flagging erection back to hardness.
Wyatt fucked himself into Linc’s fist and Linc allowed it. He pulled his thumb free and replaced it with his finger, probing deeper until he found Wyatt’s prostate, applying pressure to the spongy gland.
Words spilled from Wyatt’s lips without thought. “Fuck! Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. That’s… Oh, God. More. Don’t stop. Please…” He trailed off, his hips losing their rhythm as if he couldn’t decide whether to shove himself back on Linc’s finger or forward into his slick fist. When Linc pulled his finger free, he pressed two back inside.
Wyatt hissed in discomfort, but it didn’t stop his desperate rhythm as he chased his orgasm. Linc wanted to pull his fingers free and drive his cock into Wyatt’s tight channel until he spilled inside him, breeding him, marking him as his. But this was about rewarding Wyatt for his good behavior, for letting Linc in. “Come for Daddy, sweet boy.”
The noise Wyatt made was somewhere between a shout and a scream as his body shuddered and his cum spattered the comforter below. He collapsed on the bed, burying his face in the pillow, shoulders shaking as he cried. Linc lay on top of him, peppering kisses in his hair and the side of his face. “You did so good, baby. So good. You were perfect.”
Linc reached between them and freed his own aching cock, content to just rub himself off on his boy. Wyatt had done well, but Linc didn’t want to push it. He shoved his pants and underwear out of the way before wrapping his arms around Wyatt and working his cock against him, eyes rolling at the friction. It wasn’t long before he came, spilling his seed onto Wyatt’s lower back once more.
By the time Linc recovered enough to release Wyatt’s hands, the boy was out cold, snoring softly beneath him. Linc massaged Wyatt’s wrists, making sure the blood had returned to his hands before shifting to stand up. Wyatt reached out to snag Linc’s hand, pulling him back down and linking their fingers, nestling his face deeper into the pillows.
Linc sighed, kissing the boy’s sweaty shoulder and closing his eyes. His pants were still around his knees, his shirt twisted around him, cum drying on his skin and pubic hair, but he made no move to untangle himself. Getting changed could wait. Getting cleaned up could wait. For Wyatt, the entire world could wait, and Linc wasn’t sure what to do with that.
Wyatt didn’t remember falling asleep, but when he opened his eyes again, the room was dark, the moon outside a faint glow behind a sea of dark clouds. Linc spooned him, one arm under Wyatt’s pillow and the other wrapped around his waist, snoring softly against his neck. Warmth crawled along his body as he remembered what they’d done. What he’d let Linc do. It was a strange thing to be proud of, Wyatt knew, but he’d let Linc inside, had come so hard on Linc’s fingers. He could still feel him. It was a strange, almost pleasant ache, nothing like how he used to feel after…
He shook the thought away before it could take root. He wasn’t about to ruin this. He shifted his weight, grimacing as his bladder protested. He tried to slide from under Linc’s arm without disturbing him, but it tightened around him. “Where do you think you’re going,” Linc growled against his skin.
Wyatt laughed. “Bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
Linc released him, pinching his hip. “You’d better be.”
