“Nah, I don’t know about that…” Hank chuckled. “Heck, I’m still waitin’ for you to wake up and take a good look at me and what ya gettin’ into. Once you get those glasses cleaned, ya might wanna reconsider your offer of comin’ back with me.”
“Even if you hadn’t come, I was always gonna come back to you, Hank. I’ll always come back to you.” A shadow swept across Hank’s face as Finn’s words seemed to settle inside him. Exhaling, a tremble burst from Hank’s lips.
“I know I’m not good with words, Finn. I never really was one to talk to people about my feelings and such. I guess it has a lot to do with how I was brought up. But Eugene taught me to talk about things in life that ain’t always straightforward or easy to explain.” He paused briefly, his wistful eyes coasting across Finn’s face. “I guess in many ways I’m afraid.”
“Afraid?” Finn whispered.
“Yes. To open up to someone—toyou—like that again. It just… it just hurt so damn much when I lost him. I don’t know if I could bear losing you, Finn.”
“You won’t lose me.”
“I could.” Hank seemed to contemplate something, his eyes glowing with a golden green. “But I’m gonna try to be better. For you, Finn. I don’t want to be this weird old guy who doesn’t tell people how I feel about them. How I feel aboutyou, Finn. That I love you. That every breath is easier now that you’ve come into my life. That I’m startin’ to see glimpses of myself again. The man I used to be. But I need to work on that. I know I do.”
“But you show me every day, Hank. If not in words, then all the little things that you do for me. The way you touch me. The way you hold me. Even the way you fuck me, Hank. They’re all there. The words.”
“They are?” Hank rasped, a wet sheen covering his eyes.
“Of course they are. You and I, Hank, we have our own language. I see you, and you see me. No shame. No guilt.” Finn paused, clasping Hank’s cheeks in his hands, their gazes connecting. His voice was unwavering as he spoke the last part. “No regrets, Hank. Never. That’s why, even if you disappear into that head of yours, I’ll always come find you.”
“I know, baby boy. I’ll always come find you, too.” Hank leaned in and claimed his mouth, sucking both his lips into his mouth at the same time, thrusting his fat tongue halfway down his throat. And holy fuck, wasn’t that just the best feeling ever to be tonguefucked by your Daddy while the gloriousbaby boystill rang through your head?
Licking around inside his mouth, Hank’s hand came down hard on his ass, grabbing the left globe, squeezing around the bruised skin. And then suddenly, it was like being in free fall all over again, waiting for that moment when Hank would catch him—because he knew he would. Turning him around in his arms, Hank pinned him against him with his left arm, Finn’s back flush against Hank’s chest. His head lolled back and forth against Hank’s shoulder like a rag doll as Hank roughly grabbed underneath his right thigh with his other hand, pulling Finn’s leg as close to his chest as it would go.
He hadn’t realized that Hank had grown hard again, but it was probably a result of Finn’s admission that he would always come back to him. In one lazy thrust, Hank slid into his hole, a deep moan accompanying his slide. It was an easy, effortless glide, Finn’s hole still lubricated with Hank’s cum, his hole so loose and well-fucked from before that Hank could just take him any way he wanted him. Rough, hard, slow. It didn’t matter. He belonged to Hank now. He was his for Hank to do with whatever he wanted.
“And your family?” Hank gritted as he pounded into him, his warm breath hitting Finn’s neck in small puffs. “How’s my boy gonna do so far away from his family?”
“It’s not that far, Dad—dy,” Finn stuttered.
“1,373,” Hank spat, drilling each number into Finn, hitting that spot just right again and again.
“1… 3… 73?” he whimpered, Hank’s merciless slide in and out of him making him breathless.
“Yes,” Hank growled. “1,373 miles between my boy and his family.” Then he was pushed against the mattress, Hank never leaving him, his fat, pulsing cock still lodged deep inside him. Flat on his stomach, Hank was so deep that he could feelhim everywhere, his entire body catering to Hank’s every need. “Touch yourself,” Hank gritted against his neck. “Be a good boy and touch yourself for Daddy.” And when Hank said stuff like that, when he really got into it, forgetting everything else, all bets were off. It would spur something to life inside Finn, that magicgood boyturning him into someone different, unafraid, and uninhibited. He wore thatgood boylike a fucking superhero badge, his one mission—hisonlymission—to please his Daddy. To make his Daddy come his brains out. To make Daddy happy.
“Like this, Daddy?” he begged, wrapping his hand around his cock, stroking it lazily at first.
“Harder,” Hank growled. “Daddy needs you to come before I fill you up.” Fuuuck, when he recalled how quiet Hank had been the first couple of times they’d fucked. It was magnificent, Hank getting so into the role, Finn’s heart just about to burst with pride. Pride over himself that he could make Hank go crazy and lose his shit like this. But mostly proud of Hank for finally taking what he wanted from life, claiming this little intimate part of the universe just for him.
“That’s it,” Hank cooed. “You work that little boy cock for Daddy, and I’ll work your little hole.”Fuuuck.
“I will, Daddy,” he whined, beating his cock furiously against his fist. Hank’s hand dove into his hair, his massive palm pinning his head against the pillow, his hips snapping back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, as he slammed into Finn.
“Look at you,” Hank groaned, and Finn recognized the edge of Hank’s impending orgasm in his voice. “Such a beautiful boy,” he praised, his other hand flat against the mattress next to Finn’s head, giving him the necessary leverage to keep Finn pinned. “The most beautiful boy in the world.”
“Please, Daddy. I need to come. Please, please, please,” he chanted, his hole clenching uncontrollably around Hank’s cock.
“Hold on, baby,” Hank groaned, digging deep inside Finn, his blunt cockhead rubbing Finn’s little boy button just right.
“That’s it, Daddy. That’s it. Please, Daddyyyy. It hurts so good. It hurts so fucking good. Shit, shit, shit.” Hot cum spilled over his knuckles before Finn realized he was coming. Then came the tears, fat and warm, spilling down his cheeks, disappointment battling with his climax, winning in the end. Sobbing into his pillow, that old familiar feeling of self-loathing threatened to consume him, threatened to tear the floor away underneath him.You messed up. You always mess up. Now he knows it too. It was just a matter of time. He’ll leave you now.
Then he was turned around, cradled against a warm, fuzzy chest, Hank murmuring sweet reassuring nothings into his ear.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” he cried. “I couldn’t wait. I tried. But I couldn’t. It was just so good.”
“Shhh, baby,” Hank breathed against him. “It’s okay, my precious boy. You did so good for Daddy. So so good.”
“But…” he sniffled into Hank’s chest, tears still falling freely, with no end in sight.
