“Daddy,” Callum groaned, grinding his ass down onto his chair.
“Come, kitten. Give me what I’ve been asking for.”
Callum squeezed his eyes closed and licked a drop off sweat off the edge of his lip. He came with a shout, quickly covering the head of his cock with his palm and catching his release in his hand.
“Be a good kitten, now,” Jack coaxed.
He slowed the vibrations then turned the plug off. Callum lifted his hand to his mouth and licked his palm, dragging his tongue around to the top of his hand and dipping it between the cracks of his fingers. He eased each digit into his mouth, sucking his release away with audible pops before wiping the back of his hand across his mouth with a smile once he had finished.
“Good boy,” Jack praised.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Callum hummed in sated appreciation.
“Are you in a better mood now?”
Callum blinked the screen of his laptop into focus and smiled lazily at Jack. He nodded, a blush creeping up his cheeks.
“Yes, thank you.”
“You may take the plug out.”
Callum glanced away. “Do I have to?”
Jack chuckled and rubbed his hand across the nape of his neck. “Eventually, yes, kitten. But you can keep it in for now if you want to.”
Callum smiled broadly and threw himself across his bed, stretching and adjusting his limbs until he was comfortable, then angling his laptop so Jack had a better view of his face.
“What are you going to do when you wake up?” Jack asked, glancing at the clock on his computer. It was nearly nine in the morning, which meant it was creeping up on six for Callum. He’d been irritable when he got home from work and Jack had decided it was time to test out one of the new toys he’d recently purchased. Judging by the languid smile that was still plastered on Callum’s face, he’d made the right decision.
“Hmmmn,” Callum mused. “Shower, for one.”
Jack arched an eyebrow.
“I don’t have plans. Maybe I’ll see if my friends Samantha and Mark are around. I don’t know. What about you?”
“I’m getting brunch with some friends later.”
Jack was scheduled to meet up with his old friends from college, Bowie and Joseph, at ten. Bowie had been traveling for work and their weekly brunches had turned into monthly brunches, but Jack took what he could get.
“That’ll be fun.” Callum yawned.
“Are you tired, kitten?”
Callum nodded and rubbed the back of his hand under his nose. It was a painfully endearing gesture he’d picked up, seemingly in response to the nickname Jack had given him, and Jack would be lying if he said it didn’t make his cock throb every time he saw it.
“Take the plug out and go to bed.”
Callum scrunched his face up and dropped one of his arms out of frame. He winced, then his arm was back.
“Empty as ordered.”
“You’re such a good boy.” Jack wished he could reach through the screen and brush Callum’s messy hair off his forehead. He often wondered how it would feel to have Callum nestle his cheek into Jack’s open palm. He closed his eyes and pictured it, a smile sneaking toward the corner of his mouth.
“What are you thinking about, Daddy?”
Jack opened his eyes and smiled at Callum.
“Always you,” he answered truthfully.
