Jamie smiled, with the same tender glow in his eyes. “Yes, Daddy Spencer,” he said softly. “This feels green too.”
“Jamie, this means I don’t want to hear you refer to Tom as Daddy Tom anymore.”
“That’s not a problem.”
“Are you ready for me to make love to you for the first time?”
“I’m ready, Daddy Spencer. Green ready.”
The soft touches and whispered confessions had woven a sanctuary around them. Spencer saw every emotion in Jamie’s eyes, a trusting warmth mirroring the longing in his own soul.
Spencer closed his eyes for a long moment, swallowing past the lump in his throat. There was so much he wanted to say—that Jamie deserved this kind of safety, that Spencer would burn the world to keep him feeling it, but none of those words were big enough for the feeling itself.
Spencer’s hands traced the lines of Jamie’s face, journeyed lower, skating over the delicate ridge of a collarbone, and the gentle slope of a shoulder. He unbuttoned Jamie’s shirt with painstaking slowness, his fingers trembling not from nervousness, but from the overwhelming significance of the act. Each inch of skin revealed was a revelation, a landscape he was being granted permission to cherish.
“Is this alright?” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion, pausing with his palm flat against Jamie’s warm sternum.
“Yes, please.” Jamie nodded.
That was all the encouragement Spencer needed.
When they were both bare, he didn’t rush to close the final distance. Instead, Spencer held Jamie, skin to skin, feeling the frantic, matching rhythm of their heartbeats. He kissed Jamie again, deeper this time, pouring every ounce of his devotion into it. He reached for the condom and lube inside the bedside table.
“Put the pillow under your stomach,” Spencer told him.
Jamie quickly did as he was told, as Spencer knew he would.
Peppering kisses down Jamie’s spine, he traveled to his ass and spread Jamie’s cheeks ever so tenderly. “I want you,” he said in a low growl.
“I want you inside me.”
“Are you sure this is okay with me going inside?” Spencer asked.
“I’m sure as the color green.”
Spencer prepared Jamie with lube between his sweet cheeks, making sure his touch was as gentle as his words had been. He used his lubed fingers to stretch Jamie. Every shift, every soft sound Jamie made, was met with a murmured assurance. “You’re so beautiful.” He was watching, listening, his entire being focused on ensuring their first time felt nothing but good and safe.
Spencer licked along the entrance to the back of his sack and played with Jamie’s scrotum, licking and sucking. Jamie moaned softly.
“Get on all fours,” Spencer instructed.
Jamie obeyed his request to the letter, as Spencer knew he would. It was the way Spencer had seized him, making them complete with all his love, protection, and entitlement. He craved making Jamie his in every conceivable way.
Spencer kneeled behind him, grabbed Jamie’s cock, and stroked it until it throbbed and formed a full erection. Before it could explode, Spencer stopped, squeezing Jamie’s nipples, which ignited his moans even loader.
“I like it when you play with them.” His words fell into a deep moan as Spencer twisted his nipples even harder.
“I’m going to fuck you hard and make you take all of me. Are you ready for that?”
“Yes, Daddy Spencer.”
Spencer wrapped one arm around Jamie’s waist. With his other hand, he aimed for his target and pressed his cock inside. Spencer progressed from slow to slamming it in and out, nudging Jamie’s prostate. His cock oozed precum. Spencer immediately grabbed his cock in his hand and stroked it to the same rhythm of his own cock thumping inside him. The sound of their skin clashing turned Spencer on even more.
“Damn, Jamie! You’re so hot.”
“Am I a green kind of feeling?”
“Mmm.” Spencer pumped him harder and faster. “I had to be inside you today. We’re so close right now. Green close.”
