Following the line of Matthew’s sternum, Damien kissed his way to his navel. Once there, he pressed kiss after tender kiss to his still-flat stomach, knowing that before long it would stretch as their child grew.
Theirchild.
Damien had given this to Matthew—shared with him a piece of himself that Matthew’s body had chosen to keep. The thought aroused him as much as it inspired him. His baby boy had done this—had made him into a father when before, he’d only been a man. As startling as the news had been, Damien relished his gift.
“Look at what you’ve given me.” Damien opened Matthew’s fly and kissed the skin below his navel, grazing the band of his boxer-briefs with his lips. Matthew shivered and moaned. “You took what I gave you and made it better than it was before. What did I do to deserve such a good boy?”
Matthew’s cock twitched. Damien’s throbbed in response, wanting badly to sink back into the body it belonged to, but it wasn’t time for that. Not yet. Damien needed Matthew to know that he was sincere before he did anything so selfish.
Matthew came first now.
Damien was devoted to him.
For several more minutes, Damien showered Matthew’s belly with kisses, then, when Matthew’s breathing grew heavy and pitched, Damien divided his attention between kissing him and lowering his pants. Soon enough they were on the floor. Matthew’s boxer-briefs followed not long after that.
When Matthew was nude, Damien climbed off the bed and knelt between his legs. Matthew was shaved, not a shadow of stubble visible on his legs or groin. Tempted, Damien ran his tongue over his balls and nuzzled the base of Matthew’s stiffened cock. He felt nothing but silken skin.
“I’m yours,” Damien vowed before teasing the underside of Matthew’s cockhead with quick, fleeting flicks. Matthew shivered again. A whine hitched in his throat. “I was yours since the moment we met. I’m going to make this right, baby boy. I promise. You don’t have to be afraid.”
With nothing more left to say, Damien took Matthew into his mouth. He lapped at Matthew’s slit, clearing the precum that had gathered there, then took Matthew deeper.
“Daddy,” Matthew whimpered, lifting himself into a half-seated position while he looked at Damien from beneath drooping eyelids. Everything about him was so goddamn gorgeous. His slender frame, his expressive eyes, the way pleasure and happiness made him glow… Damien loved all of it. All of him.
As Damien continued, Matthew ran his fingers through his hair as if to ask for permission. Damien, not wanting to part from his cock, cupped Matthew’s ass with both hands and guided Matthew deeper into his throat.
“Daddy,” Matthew gasped in delight. Stripped of his uncertainty, he bucked wildly into Damien’s mouth. “Daddy, Daddy,Daddy!”
He was close. He had to be. Damien growled and pushed forward, letting him sink as far as he could go. While he did, he squeezed Matthew’s ass to hold their bodies together, loving the way he choked on Matthew’s cock. Matthew, in turn, pushed hard on the back of Damien’s head and screamed as his whole body tensed. He came down Damien’s throat.
“I’m sorry,” Matthew squeaked, releasing Damien at once. “OhmygodI’m so sorry. I should’ve warned you.”
Damien stayed where he was until he’d swallowed every last drop, then slowly pulled away. By the time he did, Matthew’s eyes were lidded with new arousal, and while his erection flagged, Damien knew it wouldn’t take much longer before he was ready to go again.
“You don’t have to apologize for the pleasure I give you.” Damien’s voice was rough and raw with lust. He climbed to his feet and set a knee on the bed, half-straddling his lover. As Matthew leaned forward, eliminating some of the space between them, Damien cradled the back of his head and kissed him hard, letting Matthew taste the traces of cum that lingered on Damien’s lips. “I want to spoil you. Will you let me?”
“Yes.”
Matthew stretched his torso and wrapped his arms around Damien’s neck, and Damien, more enamored with him than ever, lifted Matthew up and carried him to the middle of the bed. The bottle of lube waited for them. Damien put it to good use.
Matthew, sweet and responsive, willingly gave his body to Damien, and Damien made love to him again and again until he was sure that all notions of guilt had been wiped from Matthew’s mind. His sweet boy had done nothing wrong. They would figure out the best way forward together.
An hour and a half later, exhausted but beyond satisfied, Damien pulled his deflating knot from Matthew’s body and peppered him with kisses until Matthew couldn’t take any more. They lay together, limbs tangled, while Damien stroked Matthew’s hair.
“Will you come back with me to New York, baby boy?” Damien asked. “Bring Emily. I want to take care of you both.”
“You mean it?”
“Of course I do.”
Matthew frowned hesitantly. “But my dad…”
“I’ll talk to your dad.”
“What would you like me to do for work?”
Damien blinked. “What?”
“For work.” Matthew lowered his gaze. “Right now, I work for my dad babysitting Violet and taking care of the house. I have some money set aside, but I was hoping to use it to make payments when I start school. I don’t, um… I’m not really qualified for all that much. I could take care of your house if you wanted.”
