“We know, and we love you for it.” I look around for Royal; he’s talking to Saint but looks up as if he can sense me. He smiles, and it makes my heart beat faster, so I match his smile. He looks back at his brother and says something and walks, no, he stalks over to me. His eyes are getting darker, and the upturn of one side of his mouth is sexy as hell.
“Oh my, that’s a look I’m not supposed to see on my son.” Robin flushes.
“You’re kidding me,” I bark out a laugh. “We’ve all just watched Saint crop his boy’s arse, and you’re blushing over a sexy look.”
“Well, we expect all that shit from those two. But I’ve never seen Royal look at another person like he does you, especially notthatlook.”
I don’t know what to say, so I don’t say anything.
What has Pops’ cheeks shining a bright pink? I doubt it’s anything Memphis has said; he’s too busy trying to make up after running away. So, it has to be me. I’ll enjoy teasing it out of him.
“Pops, you’re blushing. What have you been up to?” I pull Memphis against me and kiss the top of his head.
“Nothing. I’m just asking if Memphis likes the flat.” His blush deepens.
“Sure, you were. You can stop worrying about us now, maybe it’s time for you to focus on your other two sons.” He looks at me. “What do you think of the place?”
Robin answers before Memphis even opens his mouth. “He says it’s hard to see with everyone in here, so I’m going to be kind to you and make them all leave.” He pats my cheek and saunters away to gather everyone up.
“You’re going to take it, right?”
“Yeah, it’s great. It will be better when it’s just you and me.” Memphis lifts his face up to be kissed, and I eagerly comply. I probably shouldn’t have made it quite so X-rated, but it’s been too long since I’ve kissed him properly.
“Oh god, pack it in. We get the message,” Drake calls out. “Catch you all later.” He walks out, Knox and all but my dad follows him.
He shoves his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels. “Well, Memphis, when do you want to move in?”
I tune out their conversation and get a chance to look around it. The furniture is all stuff we’ve used; I wonder if Memphis will want to keep it. I imagine he has his own. We haven’t talked about his life in Lincoln, only about his ex and his friend, Finn. I wouldn’t mind going with him to collect his belongings, check out his other life, meet his friends. Will he want to do that, to share his past with me? He knows about mine, most of it, the important parts. I was in college when I found him, I haven’t given the age difference a thought. It’s not as big as the one between Saint and Noah. In fact, I think they like the big gap, it suits the dynamic of their relationship, just as much as the size difference. Noah loves how Saint can manhandle him.
Now that thought has me wanting to play with my boy. A bit of rough and tumble is a good way to spend the afternoon. We can test out the bed; my hand is itching to redden his perfect arse before burying my dick inside him.
“Royal,” Dad says my name. “I’m going home, you and Memphis can iron out the details of getting him in here.”
“Yeah, no prob. Thanks, Dad.” We hug and then it’s just the two of us in here. “Well, what shall we do now?” I prowl over to him and hoist him up, so he has no choice but to wrap his legs around my waist.
“Which room first?” Memphis grins, then leans in to lick up my throat, nipping my Adam’s apple before traversing my chin to my mouth. His kiss is greedy and deep, his tongue seeking mine to tangle with.
I head to the bedroom just off the hallway. The bed has been made up since Noah moved out, and Pops has kept it clean and dust free. Instead of dropping him onto the bed, I lower him down my body, keeping him close until he’s steady on his feet.
“I want to spank you,” I whisper, my mouth still close to his.
His breath hitches as his eyes dilate; he wants this as much as I do. “Yes, Daddy.” His words are raspy, already full of need.
“This is for fun, but I don’t know your limits, so we’ll use the traffic light system for now. You good with that?”
He nods. “Yes, but it is a favourite of mine, so I think you’ll be okay.”
“Then strip, boy.” I step back, unbutton my jeans, and throw a sachet of lube on the bed, but I don’t do any more than that. I can tell how keen he is by the messy heap of his clothes by his feet. “Pick up and fold your clothes.” I want to see if he’s going to put on a show of bending over.
I’m not disappointed as he turns his back to me and bends from the waist, his legs wide, giving me a delicious glimpse of his hole. He repeats this with each item of clothing, leaving them in a neat pile by his trainers. “Good boy.”
I sit on the edge of the bed with my legs spread and pat my lap. Memphis dutifully gets into position with his hips tipped up, beautifully presenting his high, firm bum. As my hand roams over the warm skin, he lets out a low whimper. So responsive.
I lift my hand up a few times, wondering if he will tense, waiting for the first strike, but he doesn’t. He’s calm, pliant, eager for me to start. My hand comes down hard, hitting the left cheek in the centre, and he moans. I don’t pause but hit the same place two more times before checking in with him. He sighs a breathy agreement. I’m not counting; I want to enjoy him, reading his signals and learning from every sound he makes.
I’m good at this. It’s a favourite of most littles for pleasure and punishment, and after having my own arse paddled as I learnt limits, I know how easy it is to reach sub space with this. “How are you feeling, boy?”
“Ahh, good, so, so good, please don’t stop.”
