“You have me, baby boy,” I said, the words settling into me like a vow. I cupped his face, my thumbs brushing the damp warmth of his skin. “Everything I have is yours. My heart. My soul. My body.”
The sound he made in response was soft and wrecked, like something inside him finally gave way. A single tear slipped free, tracing the curve of his cheek. I caught it with my thumb before it could fall.
“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” I murmured. “You know that, right?”
He nodded, lips parted, eyes shining.
Then he moved—not frantic, not rushed—just sure. His delicate freckled arms came around my neck, his legs bracketing my hips as he pressed his hard length against me like his body had already decided what his mind was still catching up to.
The feeling that surged through me was profound. Not urgency—rightness. Like we’d reached the place we’d been circling since the beginning.
I kissed him again, deeper this time, letting it linger. Letting it say what words couldn’t. As I carried him toward the bedroom, his forehead rested against mine, breath warm and steady, trusting me completely.
Carefully, reverently, I laid him down, like this wasn’t just a body beneath my hands but a promise I intended to keep.
Our mouths met again—slow, deliberate—not chasing sensation but connection. Hands explored familiar ground, mapping reassurance instead of taking. Every touch saidI’m here. I’m choosing this. I’m choosing you.
It didn't take long before things heated up, and the need to be closer to him became unbearable. At some point the knot in my towel gave way and the moment my shaft brushed against his thigh quicksilver ran through my veins.
Elliot arched his neck baring his throat to me. An invitation I couldn't resist. His skin was warm and delicate as I pulled it between my teeth and sucked. Just hard enough to draw the blood to the surface, so when morning came, he’d be reminded of the night we shared.
“Daddy,” he whimpered.
I laved away the flash of pain with my tongue, relishing in the wave of goosebumps that prickled across his skin. His legs widened making room for me as I settled between them.
Sitting back on my knees, I lifted his right leg, kissed his ankle before working my way down to his knee. Dragging my teeth as I went. He seemed to like the teasing bite of pain when I chased it away with my lips. I sucked the sensitive skin behind his knee, then dropped down onto my stomach and continued to tease a path down the inside of his thigh.
My tongue traced the seam of his groin, making his hips flex. His hard length begged for attention when I looked up. Precum dripped from the tip smearing against his stomach as he writhed beneath me.
Elliot’s musky arousal filled my lungs, burying my face in that neat thatch of hair I inhaled deeply. Notes of lavender and honey were still present, but nothing like the need I could feel radiating off him.
Slowly I worked my tee up his body tasting every inch of skin that was revealed to me until I could suck his nipples into my mouth and roll it between my teeth. Elliot sucked in a sharp breath when I bit down on one. Only to repeat it with the other.
I pushed his body to the brink with every little touch. Setting his skin ablaze as my beard scraped over it. He let out a shout when my hips dropped and the head of my cock caught on his.
“Fuck! More,” he cried.
His hands sank into my hair, not sure if he wanted to pull me closer and devour my mouth or push me down. His cock kicked against mine when I chuckled against his ear. Then sucked the lobe into my mouth, rocking my hips in a maddening grind.
“I swear to god…”
He didn’t manage to finish his rant. I wrapped my hand around both our dicks and gave them a languid stroke from base to tip as I braced myself on my elbow beside his head so I could look into his eyes.
His hazel depths were still haunted but with his pupils blown wide, so they almost swallowed the layers of color, I could see the lust that burned in them clearly. Lust that burned for me and me alone.
“I’m going to take my time with you baby boy. I want you to feel everything. But I will not risk hurting you.”
“You won’t.”
I chuckled and sealed my mouth to his tasting his belief on his lips and continued to work us over in my tight grip. When precum seeped from his slit, I caught it with my thumb and dragged it down our lengths slicking my movements.
“I’m going to work you open with my tongue before I finally sink inside you.”
Elliot licked his kiss-swollen lips, the skin around them reddening from my beard. It made a part of me come to life again. A part I feared I’d lost when I left him this morning evenafter the declarations we’d made. I feared David would’ve turned him against me.
But now my baby boy was a veritable feast before my eyes. Elliot pushed up and pulled my tee over his head and exhaled like the last barrier between us had finally fallen away.
The moment my hands wrapped around his knees, his hand latched around my wrist, and I froze. “Sweetheart?”
