His beard scratches against my inner thigh. I close my eyes and wait for more, but nothing happens. I peek one eye open and see that Daddy is standing up now. I watch him rifle through the bag and find the lube and a condom.
He pushes his pants and underwear down and his cock is semi-hard. Thoughts of having Daddy in my mouth just an hour ago flash through my mind. The decision to do that was spontaneous and I'm glad that he went along with it.
"Garrett?" I ask. He turns quickly, probably confused why I'm using his actual name instead of calling him Daddy. What I'm about to ask is full name worthy, though.
"Yeah?"
"I know we talked about it briefly when we first got together, about doing this without a condom." I swallow, not sure what his answer is going to be. "Is that something we can still talk about?"
"Do you want that?” Daddy moves back, supplies in hand, to stand in front of me.
"It's something I'd like to talk about," I say. I look up at him from my position sitting on the bed. I'm eye level with his hips and I try not to look at his cock.
"Have you been tested yet?" Garrett asks.
I shake my head. I know we talked about it weeks ago, but I haven't had the money to pay for the testing and with everything else going on, I forgot. I don’t mind the condoms, but I’d like there to be an option. If he is okay with it.
"I can, though. I just have to find a place to have it done."
Garrett cups my cheek with one of his hands. He bends down and kisses me softly. "We'll both get tested and then we can discuss it, okay?"
"Okay."
“For tonight,” he says with a different tone. He turns back to the suitcase once more, this time going into the one with all my Little supplies. “I brought something else that we can try.”
My eyes light up when I see what he pulls out. I nod quickly when he holds it up, asking if I want to use it.
I watch Daddy use a wipe to clean the pacifier part and open my mouth obediently for him. It takes a few seconds for him to buckle it at the back of my head and I immediately start sucking on the nipple. It feels amazing and I would smile if I could.
“Is that comfortable?” Daddy asks. I nod and give him two thumbs up. He runs his fingers over the belt portion, pressing the nipple further into my mouth. “You look so good wearing that, baby.”
I lift my arms to wrap around his neck. He falls forward, squishing me into the bed. He smiles when I let out a small grunt. I can’t do much more than that. I’m giving him complete control over my body, letting him take his time prepping me. The gag is absolutely perfect. I alternate sucking on it and letting my tongue swirl around it.
It's only a matter of minutes before Daddy is pressing his cock to my hole. I arch my back, keeping my eyes locked on Daddy's. I know that my expressions are written clearly on my face, that Daddy can read them like a book. He adjusts his angle and speed depending on my nonverbal clues. I don't have to tell him a thing. The sounds of skin slapping joins the noises I’m letting out, the low curses he’s muttering. I can feel the bed shaking as he thrusts his hips over and over, fucking into me at differing speeds. He’s already learned my body, knows what will keep me on the edge for what feels like an eternity. He knocks my hand away each time I go to stroke myself.
“Come handsfree, baby,” he whispers in my ear. “You can do it. You’re my good boy, right?”
His words are breathy and hot against my skin.
I'm coming again before I know it. Daddy doesn’t slow down though. I'm already sensitive, but I revel in the feeling that Daddy is using me to get himself off. I'm about to call a yellow light from the sensitivity when he pulls out of me completely and discards the condom to the floor. He takes himself in his hand and I lay there as his cum hits against my chest and stomach, mixing with mine that's already there. Daddy leans over me, holding himself up with one arm.
"You are amazing, Orion. I love you so much."
"I love you too, Daddy." I try to say the words, but I’m almost positive none of it was coherent. The gag is removed and Daddy uses the edge of the blanket to wipe my chin. I repeat my words. “Can we have playtime now?”
"Yes, baby. Let's get you a shower and then we can play for as long as you want." He helps me stand up, holding on to me when my legs wobble. We both laugh at that and head to the bathroom.
With both of us coming twice in the span of two hours, neither of us are up for any funny business. We do take a shower together, but there's plenty of room for us without bumping elbows. Daddy dresses me in my diaper and the turtle onesie. He makes sure I know that my regular paci is on the dresser if I want it and he's going to run down to the lobby and buy one of the single serve milks from the snack bar fridge.
When he gets back, I already have my watercolors out to paint on the towel that he laid down on the floor, but I waited for him before starting. I remembered the rule that I wasn’t allowed to paint when I was alone. That gets me a soft pat on my butt and a couple of my favorite cookies.
I paint Daddy a picture of us, with a bunch of water animals around us. There's a turtle, obviously, a shark, dolphin, and whale.
"What's all that?" Daddy asks when he sits down next to me.
"We at the aquarium," I say simply. I glance up at him and he's smiling.
"I love it," he says. "Do you want to visit an aquarium?"
