“He’s fine.” Matthew stepped in to answer for Damien, not trusting him to speak. Now that he had a proper grasp on Damien’s shaft, he wasn’t taking prisoners. While smiling in the most innocent way he could, he swept his thumb over the tip of Damien’s cock, glossing its head with his precum. “Both of us are just really excited.”
“It’s not every day you share news like this,” Damien admitted. He introduced a second finger into Matthew’s body and curled them, making Matthew want to scream with pleasure. “Check your email, Dad.”
Damien minimized the call and tabbed into his email screen, where an email with their ultrasound pictures attached was waiting. He sent it, then maximized the chat. While he did, Matthew pumped his cock and clenched around his fingers.
It was kind of hot that Damien was fucking him in front of his father.
Kind of really hot.
Matthew bit the inside of his lip and tightened methodically, showing Damien how much he loved it without saying a word. As long as they both played it cool, Bigg Daddy would never know.
“I’m not seeing anything,” Bigg Daddy said. “Oh, wait, I just got an email from you. Let me check. It’d make my day if it was airline confirmation that the two of you were coming home to visit.”
Damien grinned. Matthew had no idea how he could pull off looking so innocent mid-handjob, but whatever his secrets, Matthew would figure them out and work around them. Damien wasn’t going to win this one.
“There’s nothing written in the email,” Bigg Daddy said.
Damien glanced at Matthew, the barest glimmer of dark desire in his eyes. “Open the attachments.”
The silence after Damien spoke was marked by several stealthy pumps of Matthew’s fist and a few come-hither curls of Damien’s fingers. Pleasure mounted low in Matthew’s gut, but he knew better than to act on it. The second Damien was off the phone, he was going to throw Matthew onto the bed, tear off his clothes, and fuck him silly. Matthew didn’t want to ruin his appetite before the main course had been served.
“Damien?” Bigg Daddy asked at last. “What is this?”
Pleasure crashed through Matthew—Damien had started to pump faster than before, his fingers merciless in their conquest of his body.
“Our ultrasound pictures from earlier this week,” Damien replied. “You’re going to be a grandfather. Twice over, actually—Matthew has a four-year-old daughter.”
Bigg Daddy disappeared. In his place were flashes of color moving at light speed and moments of total darkness—a shot plucked straight from a found footage movie. A booming voice hollered in startled delight, saying what, Matthew didn’t know. He was too wrapped up in the way Damien was stretching his fingers to notice.
“Come for me,” Damien whispered, nuzzling his ear. “Come in your pants, baby. Be good for me. I wanna see you make a mess knowing my dad might see it. Do it. Come.”
Matthew hadn’t wanted to, but Damien’s command tipped him over the edge. With a breathy, muted gasp he came, clenching around Damien’s fingers while he did.
“That’s my good boy,” Damien praised. He took his hand from Matthew’s body and used it to part Matthew’s hand from his cock. Matthew didn’t try to fight him—he was too far lost to bliss. “Now, you know you’ve got to be punished for what you did, right?”
Matthew nodded, unable to summon words.
“Then Daddy’s going to fuck you hard tonight, and you’ll take as many loads as he gives you without complaint.”
It didn’t seem like much of a punishment, but Matthew wasn’t going to argue. Even if he’d wanted to, he wouldn’t have had time. The blurry display came back into focus. Five people including Bigg Daddy were gathered around the phone, each bearing at least a small resemblance to Damien.
“Hey, guys.” Damien flashed them his signature smirk. “Everyone, meet Matthew. Matthew, meet my family. Well, some of them, at least. Don’t say I didn’t warn you when I told you to expect crazy.”
Upon mention of its name, crazy erupted on the other end of the call. All of the people assembled started talking at once, and one of them—a young woman with wavy brown hair that fell almost to her elbows—launched back from the group and punched the air while she bellowed in victory.
It was, admittedly, bizarre.
Matthew watched with rapt attention while the folks gathered around the screen gawked at pictures of his insides and talked over each other until Bigg Daddy called for order and the room went silent. One by one, Matthew learned their names.
Dad, Lydia, Ash, and Reed.
Matthew greeted them each in turn, hoping they’d mistake the flush of his skin for embarrassment or nerves. It was his first time meeting his partner’s family, and while he didn’t say it out loud, he thought by the looks on their faces and the way they stopped talking over each other to let him speak that they might have figured as much.
Later that night, after celebrating his pregnancy with strangers who were now family, Matthew let Damien strip him down to nothing and fuck him into the mattress. He took every load with pride. This was his man, Matthew realized as Damien made his back arch and his toes curl. His partner and his Daddy. With him, Matthew wasn’t only cherished—he was family, and he was loved.
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