I want to be the reason for his smile, for his laughter, for his joy, and so much more.
I hope the plan for today will be something Sebastian enjoys. He went to take a shower, but before that, demanded a pair ofmy boxers and a shirt. I tried to tell him they'd be too big, but he refused to wear his clothes from yesterday.
My bedroom door opens, and Sebastian strides out. My jaw hits the floor when I see him. He's wearing his tight shorts from yesterday, and my shirt, knotted just bellow his chest and with the sleeves rolled up.
Seeing him in my clothes makes me feel like a caveman. I want him to wear my things all the time.
I stride toward him and pull him into me.
"I like you in my clothes," I say.
"Is that so?" His smile is nothing short of sinful. "That's a good thing, since from now on your closet and clothes are mine too."
"You won't ask permission first?"
"No. But I'll make it up to you."
"How exactly do you plan on doing that?"
"You'll have to wait and see."
The easy banter between us is something I didn't expect. Instead of dwelling on the feelings rising within me, I claim his lips. He surrenders to the kiss, giving me control, parting his lips when I demand entrance with my tongue.
The sweet little moan he lets out goes straight to my cock.
With great effort, I pull back and take his hand. "Let's go."
"Lead the way, Daddy."
Fuck. I haven't smiled this much in years.
I drive to the restaurant I reserved for us. It's one of those Italian places with killer food and even better ice cream desserts.
"I hope you like Italian food," I say as we sit at our table.
"I've never been to an Italian restaurant, but I love pizza."
"I want you to order whatever you like and tell me your favorite things so I can order for you next time."
It isn't a question, it's more of a demand. But I'm watching him closely, reading his reaction, because I need to know if he's okay with me doing that.
He swallows, looking from me to the menu and back.
"Yes, Daddy."
When the server comes, I order a bottle of water while Sebastian takes his time. In the end, he goes for a margherita pizza, and I order lasagne.
"Can I ask you something?" I say.
"You can ask me anything, Daddy."
"What kind of Daddy do you need and want?"
He cocks his head, studying me like I've just asked if he believes in aliens.
"You. You're the Daddy I want."
I chuckle, but then realize he's dead serious.
