“Just about.” Quin slicked himself up before pressing his cock to Kit’s hole. “Ready for me, baby boy?”
“Ready, Daddy.”
Quin pushed in. At first, the pressure was all too much, even with all the prep. Quin’s hands stroked Kit’s hips. “Relax, baby. Let me in.”
“You’re not knocking on my door, Daddy, you’re putting your dick in my arse.”
“I’ll huff and I’ll?—”
Kit let go of his legs, letting Quin take their weight. “If you finish that sentence, I’ll walk out of this room right now.”
Quin’s laugh jostled his cock inside Kit’s hole. It was…an odd sensation, to say the least, as Kit’s unintentional relaxation ledto Quin’s cock sliding further into his arse. Kit threw his head back as Quin bottomed out, his balls resting against Kit’s tender cheeks.
As Quin thrust tentatively, Kit’s cock bobbed, the crown tapping against his stomach and leaving a spot of glistening precum there. He didn’t touch his cock, however. He wanted Quin to do it. And he also knew that Quin would rather do everything for them both than to have Kit lift a finger.
After a few shallow thrusts, Quin sped up his movements. This wasn’t the fast fuck Kit might have expected; it was slow, and deep, and deliberate. Quin devoted his time to Kit, drawing the process out as he took him apart with his cock, singing his praises all the while.
“You feel so amazing around me, baby,” and, “I could come just seeing your face looking all blissed out like that,” and, “Fuck, I can’t wait until I can call you my husband.”
Kit couldn’t articulate more than a few mewls of pleasure as Quin’s cock slid over his prostate. He was stuffed full, and he could focus on nothing other than Quin.
The faint aroma of Quin’s bergamot cologne.
The soft skin of Quin’s hands pressing into his flesh.
The subtle taste of Quin that Kit got when he pressed his thumb into his mouth.
Quin’s movement stuttered, as it always did when he was close to coming. He hadn’t so much as touched Kit’s cock and it was throbbing with need, his balls drawn up tight. Glistening precum was smeared all over his stomach, the most he’d ever produced before.
With great concentration, Kit gathered his wits enough to speak. “Daddy,” he mumbled around Quin’s thumb. “Touch me.”
“Just a second, baby boy. I’ve got a plan.”
Kit nipped on Quin’s thumb in answer.
Unexpectedly, Quin pulled out of Kit, leaving him empty and needy. Quin’s free hand flew over his cock, jacking himself to completion right over Kit’s erection. The sight of it had Kit groaning, his cock twitching as Quin’s cum coated him. Then, and only then, did Quin take Kit’s cock in hand, jerking him off with his cum. Quin stroked him through his orgasm and beyond, Kit adding to the mess over his stomach.
“Enough,” he said, pushing at Quin’s hand.
Quin stopped. He gazed down at Kit, shoulders heaving with his deep breaths, sweat making his skin shiny. “How was that, baby?”
Kit gave him a satisfied smile. “It was perfect, Daddy.”
Epilogue
SAGE
Sage arrivedat the farm in the late afternoon, the spring sun dappling the buildings with soft light as it escaped the cloud cover. It looked like something out of a fairytale—the grey stone house with its thatched roof and traditional gable windows adorned with flowering window boxes, all surrounded by acres of green farmland and woodlands.
He sniffed, taking in all the scents mixing in the air. Freshly cut grass. Strawberries from the garden beside the ivy-covered wall that bordered the property. Hay. Wild bluebells from the woods. And the distinct smell of dogs.
Mabel must have been sunning herself in the courtyard, as she came bounding down to meet Sage as he opened the garden gate. Monty followed soon after, a dark, speedy blur who yipped in excitement the entire way.
“Hey, girl,” Sage said to Mabel, who wound around his legs as he tried to pet her. Monty was upon him a few seconds later, demanding his attention. Sage picked him up. “Hello to you again, too, little puppy.”
“Sorry!” Quin shouted, coming around from the back of the house and jogging down the garden path. “He still doesn’t listento my commands. And Mabel should know better.” He shot her a disappointed look as she ran over to him.
Sage nuzzled his nose against Monty’s wet one, getting a few licks on the cheek for his trouble. The cocker spaniel puppy had been a gift from Quin to Kit a few months ago. Sage had accompanied Quin to pick the dog up from a local family and help deliver him to the farmhouse.
