“Hush, baby,” Damien uttered. While they kissed, he yanked the offending garment from Matthew’s body and kicked it to the floor with his foot. Nude, Matthew mewled into Damien’s mouth, and Damien responded by wrapping his free hand around Matthew’s cock and pumping slowly. “I’m here. I’ll always be here. I’ll keep you safe no matter what.”
“Daddy.” This time it was a timid, delightful sigh. Matthew thrust lazily, burying himself into Damien’s clenched fist again and again. “Love you.”
The words stripped Damien of his pain. It didn’t matter that he’d outed himself to Whitcroft or that Bankes had read all his private conversations. Matthew was safe and happy, and Damien would do whatever it took to keep him that way. “Love you, too.”
Confidence building, Damien tugged Matthew’s hair and deepened the kiss. Matthew hummed and shivered, but his uncertainty didn’t stop him from reaching for Damien’s belt and tugging it open.
Damien’s fly came next.
Matthew parted it, struggling slightly with his button, then lowered Damien’s zipper. While he worked, he fumbled their kiss. It was inexperience, Damien realized as his cock hardened from the thought. Matthew wasn’t used to undressing other men.
It would be up to Damien to teach his sweet boy how to be naughty.
While Matthew’s trembling fingers tried to work open the flap of Damien’s underwear, Damien slowed their kiss and reached between their bodies. He ran his fingers over Matthew’s, then guided them over the button. Without being too rough, he pushed Matthew’s fingers until the button slid free of its hole.
A shiver ran through Matthew’s body. The kiss ended briefly, but no words were spoken.
The silence was loud enough with all that was left unsaid.
Want. Need. Embarrassment. Acceptance.
As timid as Matthew was, he was eager to learn.
When Damien’s fingertips trailed over his wrist, giving Matthew agency, Matthew reached into the slit of Damien’s boxer-briefs and guided his cock out through the hole. The touch of his hand sent goosebumps up Damien’s arm, and with a noisy huff he nuzzled Matthew’s cheek to encourage him to keep going.
Matthew did.
He squirmed beneath Damien to get into position, angling his body so his ass was more accessible, then traced Damien’s tip along his taint until it kissed his tight hole. The promise of penetration was almost too much—Damien groaned and rolled his hips forward, running his cock back over Matthew’s taint and up his shaft.
Was this the way his boy wanted to play? With Damien fully dressed while he was nude? It led Damien’s mind down all kinds of depraved paths, most of them ending in his office where Matthew was spread open on his desk, and Damien only had to hike down his fly to let off some steam.
Caught up in the fantasy, Damien worked his hips while Matthew gasped and panted. Every now and then, when he felt like he could control himself, he angled his cock so it would trail down instead of up. Each time he did he pushed in just a little farther. Matthew clenched around his tip each time.
When Matthew reached between them again, his palm was slick—he’d found the lube that they’d lost in the bedsheets earlier that day. Damien moaned and bucked into the slick confines of his clenched fist, which seemed to be what Matthew wanted him to do. Now that he was prepped, Matthew brought his cock back into position and lifted his ass so their bodies met. With the slightest pressure, Damien pushed inside.
Nothing had ever felt so good.
One deep thrust followed another. Damien chased satisfaction, but he didn’t do so blindly. Each grunt and gasp and squeak Matthew made became his road map, and he drove the roads most loved.
“Daddy.” Matthew’s fingernails dug crescents into the space between his shoulder blades. Damien relished the pain. “Daddy!”
“My boy.” Damien nipped Matthew’s neck possessively, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough that Matthew would remember it. “Mine.”
Before long Matthew’s breath hitched and his body tensed. It wouldn’t be long before he came. Not wanting their fun to end so soon, Damien slowed his pace and drew back inch by inch until he was only teasing Matthew with his tip.
“Put it back in,” Matthew begged. He lifted his hips to try to push Damien back inside, but Damien wasn’t having it. He pulled out and stood, leaving Matthew on the bed.
“Daddy?” Matthew dropped his legs and sat in a hurry, but as soon as he caught a glimpse of Damien, his sense of urgency bled away. Damien knew he had to look obscene—his suit wrinkled, his hair pushed back, and his dick stiff and gleaming as it poked out from his fly—but if Matthew would always look at him with the same doe-eyed expression when he was crude and disheveled, Damien never wanted to be anything but.
“Roll over, baby,” Damien said. He glanced down Matthew’s body at his precum-glossed cock, let his eyes linger there until he knew Matthew had seen him, then looked up to catch Matthew’s eye. “Daddy wants to take you from behind.”
Matthew was face-first in the blankets in seconds, his fine ass held high in the air. Damien climbed back onto the bed and ran his hands over each pristine globe before cupping them and squeezing. They were supple and firm without being too small—perfect for him to grip while he mounted his boy and rode him into oblivion.
“Mine,” Damien rasped, then buried himself in Matthew.
Pleasure ate him whole.
Groaning in delight, Damien worked himself in and out of Matthew’s ass, picking up the pace until the string of noises coming from Matthew’s mouth were seamless. Wanting—needing—to prove to himself that he could satisfy his boy, Damien kept the pace and plunged into him, filling him up with his cock. Matthew buried his face in the blanket and cried out, but still lifted his ass for more.
