The voices in my head grow louder and louder.
Bad Sebastian. Bad.
I know… I know I'm bad. But I can't stop it. I can't change who I am.
I wonder what it would be like to live as someone else. Someone who just isn't me. Someone good and deserving and pure. All things that I'm not.
Maybe in another life, I would get the chance to experience it.
Maybe in another life.
At least in this one, I have Daddy. Daddy is all I need. He makes it all better just by holding me. Tonight I can't speak, but Daddy is still giving me everything I need. He's special like this.
I settle more comfortably on his lap, fully aware that I'm closer to his cock than I've ever been, but this moment isn't sexual. It's something different. Something sacred. Just my Daddy holding his boy. Even if he still doesn't know I'm his boy.
Closing my eyes, I make sure to hold on tightly. I don't want him to leave me while I'm sleeping. I'll spiral if I wake up alone.
"Daddy," I whisper as I start to drift off.
I hear his breath hitch, but the last thing that registers is his whispered words, "I'm here."
That's all that I need.
***
One thing about me? I can be asleep one second and fully awake in the next. It's a skill I acquired under unfortunate circumstances, but today I'm grateful for it.
I wake up sprawled over my Daddy. At some point during the night, we must have shifted, because instead of sitting, we're lying together on the couch. I close my eyes and sigh contentedly, listening to his steady heartbeat. My head rests on his chest, and I'm mesmerized by the rhythm.
His arms are wrapped around me, our bodies aligned like we were made for each other.
I want to wake up every day like this.
In Daddy's arms.
I must have made a sound, because I feel Daddy stir beneath me. Lifting my head, I look up just as he blinks awake. Damn, he's beautiful. His black hair is tousled, his gaze still unfocused, but his eyes… those eyes are breathtaking.
"Good morning, Daddy," I whisper.
On the outside, I'm a good boy. On the inside, I'm giggling, jumping, screaming. I'm so happy. Nothing could erase the smile from my face.
"Good morning," he murmurs, voice low.
I expected panic, but I didn't expect it so fast. His eyes widen, his hand falls to the side, and that's when I realize that we're both hard. Our cocks are aligned, pressed against each other. I want to thrust forward, claim his lips, make him come undone. But I know it's too soon.
So I decide to play the innocent boy that I most definitely am not.
I rise slowly, deliberately brushing against his cock on my way up. Fascinated, I watch him bite his lower lip, his eyes flaring. I wonder how he'll look at me when I'm on my knees, sucking him off.
"Do you have something we can eat for breakfast?" I ask casually as I sit beside him.
"Um, sure, yeah. Just give me a moment. I need to use the bathroom."
He hightails out of the room like a murderer is chasing him. He doesn't need to worry about a murderer. I would never allow one to come close to my Daddy. Well, beside me, of course.
I decide to look around. Daddy won't mind. This will be my apartment soon anyway.
Hmm. I'll need to make some big changes to the place. It's very… bare and boring. The colors are mostly muted. Black, gray, blue. There's no photos on the shelves, no souvenirs, no little cute stuff. Nothing.
