"I'm always here for whatever you need, Aussie." I tap his leg and get him to sit down in one of the chairs at the dining table. I make sure to lock eyes with him before I say the next words. My hand cups the side of his face. "You just need to ask."
He doesn't say anything but gives me a small nod and smile. I move to the kitchen and get our food plated. I take the time to cut his up into bite sized pieces and put it in his sectioned plate. I add a cup of juice with it and carry it to the table. I kiss the top of his head and he smiles up at me.
We eat dinner in silence. I don't make Austin say anything, even if I can see it behind his eyes. That will be a conversation for later. Tonight, I want him to forget about everything and just be. Have fun, play.
"This is good, Daddy." He has just a few more bites left of the asparagus when he talks. I know he prefers his fruits over veggies, but he doesn't complain about eating them. He really is my good boy. He'll definitely get some ice cream tonight. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, Aussie." I finish off my food and set my fork down across my plate. "I got us some ice cream for later too, but first I thought maybe we could play a bit."
Austin's eye light up at the mention of ice cream and his grin is genuine. "I love ice cream, Daddy. What kind?"
I sit back in the chair and fold my arms over my chest, trying not to smirk. "Oh, just your favorite."
"Chocolate mooses?" His voice takes on a higher octave and his body wiggles in his seat.
"Chocolate Moose Tracks," I correct and nod. His face splits into a huge grin and within a second he's climbing onto my lap. My dick is still half-hard from the image supplied to me earlier and I think he feels that when he sits on my lap. His eyes go wide and flick down to my lap and then back up.
"Daddy? Are you thinking naughty things?" His voice is sing-song and so fucking adorable. I was trying not to think naughty things, but now I am. I blame him and his cuteness. He leans closer to my face, scratches his fingers through my beard, and whispers, "I want to do those things too."
I don't give him much warning before I seal our lips together, wrapping my arms around his body and pulling him as close to me as I can. He parts his lips and I push my tongue against his. It's hot and frenzied. I can feel his hands between us, blindly trying to undo my jeans. It's a bit hard to do in our current position.
He lets out a small, frustrated whimper that goes straight to my cock. I scoot the chair back, giving us both more room. I move my lips to Austin's neck while he scoots back just a couple of inches, balancing on my knees, and successfully undoes my jeans.
"Daddy, I need you." His voice is full of that need. I scrape my teeth lightly against his shoulder and smile when he shivers. My hands go to his ass while his right hand reaches into my boxers and wraps around my dick. I'm already past the point of wanting to take this to the bedroom or even the couch. I know my cock is leaking precum and I move one hand around to palm his own cock. There's already a wet spot forming on his boxers.
"You're so hot, baby. Lean back against the table for me. I want to make you feel good."
Austin does as I ask and I take in his body. He doesn't have any hair on his chest and there's just a tiny bit below his bellybutton. His nipples are a faded pink and adorable. I want to lick them. His cock is surrounded by a small patch of hair when I pull his briefs down. He stands up quickly to pull them all the way off but then settles back down on my lap.
His cock is smaller than mine by a good bit. I swallow the moan that comes from his lips when I wrap my hand around both of us. I collect the precum from our cocks to make the glide easier. Austin drops his head down, lips parted, as he watches my hand move up and down our cocks.
"It feels so good, Daddy." I can feel the start of my orgasm, but Austin's cock is red and his balls are pulled tight to his body already. He's moving his hips, thrusting into my fist and giving that extra friction that sends tingles through my body. His voice goes even higher as he edges closer to his release. It's intoxicating hearing him, hearing such an innocent voice say dirty things. "I need to come, Daddy. My balls are too full. I’m going to explode."
I smile to myself at his exaggeration. In a moment's decision, I move my hand from our cocks and lift him up onto the edge of the table. I don't give him much warning before my mouth is on him and I'm taking him to the back of my throat. My other hand cups his balls and tugs, fondling them between my fingers.
"Yes, Daddy. Yes. I'm going to come!" I pull up until just his cockhead is in my mouth and tongue around the soft head. I trace the little vein he has on the underside of his cock, angling his dick to where his slit pushes against the roof of my mouthand gives him that extra sensation. I can taste his cum on my tongue and I swallow around him.
I wrap my hand around my own cock and jerk to the same tempo I bob my head between Austin's legs. He's a mess of jumbled words and I feel his legs closing around my head as he gets closer to his orgasm. I speed up my hand, wanting to come with him.
"Daddy, fuck. Daddy, I'm coming. I'm coming."
And he does. His cum fills my mouth and I swallow it down, slurping sounds filling the space as I lick him clean. I pull off his softening cock and bury my face against the crease of his thigh as I come in my own hand. It's messy and I'll have to clean the drops off the floor, but I don't care about that right now.
When I sit back and look at him, laying on the table around our empty plates, I smile. I tuck myself back into my briefs and wipe my hand on the fabric as best I can. I stand up, helping Austin to do the same. He looks way more relaxed now. He wraps his arms around me and snuggles against my chest. I laugh when he lifts my shirt and hides his head under so his face is directly on my chest. The hairs on my stomach tickle as they move with each of his panted breaths.
"My silly boy," I say as I pull the shirt off my body, revealing his sneaky grin. His eyes are bright now, no sign of his tears or stress from earlier. "You are too cute. Do you want to go play now?"
"Yes, Daddy. Please. Can we build a blanket fort? And watch a movie and color?" His words are rushed out and I can't help but let out a small laugh. I know my boy so well.
"We can do whatever you want, baby. Do you want to put someclothes on?"
"Nope." He hops down from the table and kisses me once more before crossing the space to the living room. His butt is round and cute. I want to chase after him.
"Daddy needs to change his clothes," I announce. "I'll be right back."
Chapter Sixteen
Playingnakedintheliving room is a different kind of playing altogether. It's truly freeing. I giggle and run around, crawl on the rug, wiggle my butt around Daddy. Daddy chases after me and tickles me. He gives me kisses all over my body and blows raspberries on some part of my body whenever he catches me. We pull out the dolls tonight and Daddy sits in the living room playing with me, making up a story about a princess, but the princess ends up saving the knight. Daddy promises to get me a dragon for us to add to the play and a castle playhouse too.
