Teo nodded, never releasing me from his mouth. He flipped onto his stomach, taking me as deep as he could, swallowing around my shaft as he fought the urge to pull off and catch his breath. Saliva slid over my balls, his tears landing on my stomach. I tapped twice on his shoulder and he lifted his head, gasping for breath. He stared up at me with such raw longing, I nearly blew my load all over his beautiful face.
“You okay, boy?” I swiped away his tears with a thumb. He nodded enthusiastically. “You want more?” Another nod. I hooked my hands under his arms, flipping him over on his back with his head hanging off the side of the cushion. “Going to see just how much you can take.”
I fed my length deep into his throat, pulling back a split second before he might’ve passed out on me, over and over again. Every time he gulped for breath, he greedily sucked me back down. I loved it when he grew desperate, pleading with me through his actions for me to fill his mouth with my cum.
I jerked myself fast and hard, hips arching off the bed. My eyes were clenched tight, as if opening them would ruin the moment. With a shout, I came so hard streaks landed all the way up my chest. I scrubbed the hand not coated in spunk over my face, wondering how in the hell I was going to get through today.
Two hours and change later, I walked onto the set we’d created in Denny’s loft. He and John were already busy taking down the bedroom set from last week, replacing it with a small table, easel, and toy shelves. At first glance, they didn’t look any different from what you’d find in a toddler’s room, but upon closer inspection, they were bigger, sturdier, built for grown men and women who identified as littles.
“Nice to see you could join us,” John teased. “Since all the heavy lifting’s done, why don’t you make yourself useful and see if there’s anything you’d change about the setup.”
Denny watched me, arms folded over his barrel chest as I looked around the playroom set. All the pieces made sense, but there was something off about the placement. In a move I regretted almost instantly, I closed my eyes and recalled this morning’s fantasy.
“You need some of those interlocking foam squares on the floor,” I told them. The key to this type of scene was allowing the little to get into the right headspace, and while the sedate Berber carpet they’d rolled over the hardwood floors warmed the room, it was too grown up. “And stuffies. Line the top of the toy shelf with a few stuffed animals. Maybe a sippy cup. The toys on the shelf need to look neat, but not staged. And move the chair closer to the play area. Put some coloring books and crayons on the floor.”
Denny scribbled notes while John stared at the shelf he’d taken such care to build. I stepped up behind him, resting a hand on his shoulder. “I promise we’re not going to hide your handiwork, but you want customers to get a sense of how these pieces will look in their home. That’s what’s going to help you stand out from the competitors.”
“No, you’re absolutely right,” he agreed quickly. “I’m just seeing a side of you I’m not used to. That’s all.”
Oh hell. The whole reason I’d suggested John and I never talk too much about our preferred kinks was I hadn’t expected him to understand why I got off on someone calling me Daddy and letting me take care of him. Obviously, since he’d revealed what he’d spent so many nights designing while we watched baseball on TV, I knew I didn’t have anything to worry about. For all I knew, he built this type of furniture because the lifestyle appealed to him as well and he’d recognized a hole in the market.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” John patted my back a few times. “I’m not sure what made you go white, but maybe you should sit down for a minute.”
“I’m fine,” I reassured him as I got busy with the changes I’d rattled off to them. It was a little white lie, but it was better than admitting to him that I was yet again fantasizing about his buddy. “Let’s get this fixed so we can get through today’s list.”
“That’d be a hell of a lot easier if Matteo was here,” John grumbled. His brow furrowed, telling me this wasn’t typical behavior for his friend. He almost seemed more concerned than annoyed by his absence.
“Have you tried calling him?” I suggested.
“Yeah, and he swears he’s on his way, but he sounded… off. It happens sometimes, but he sounded more flustered than normal. Listen, I don’t want you thinking poorly of him. He’s a good kid, but he struggles sometimes.”
“Not my place to think anything of him, is it?” And that was a reminder I’d be well-served to remember. I shouldn’t be thinking of him in any way. At all. Especially not splayed out on the playroom floor wearing nothing but a tight pair of race car underpants with his T-shirt riding up.Fuck.“You seem to know quite a bit about his life. You two close?”
If John and Matteo had something going on, or if they had in the past, Ireallyneeded to get my dick on the same page as my brain. I wasn’t about to piss off my cousin for a quick fuck, no matter how hot it’d be.
“Yeah, but not like that,” John replied as he crouched down in front of the shelf to disorganize things a bit as I’d suggested. “I already told you, I’m pretty sure he’s straight.”
“Ah, so now you’re only pretty sure,” I challenged, remembering our conversation at The Lodge. Before I could tease John any further about his sudden uncertainty about his friend’s sexuality, the door to the loft burst open and a soaking-wet Matteo stumbled in.
Instinct had me wanting to rush over to my boy—no,notmy boy, Matteo—but John stopped me. “Look, even though I still think you’re wrong about Matteo, the rest of it isn’t a surprise to me. You’re not exactly a master of deception. That’s why I wanted you to be a big part of this shoot. You know better than me what a daddy would look for when he’s shopping for his little’s room.”
I surveyed John’s expression, looking for any sign of disgust or judgment, but found none. Suddenly, I felt like a heel for thinking he wouldn’t understand. I pulled him in for a one-armed hug. “Thanks. I’m glad you have faith in me.”
“Always. Now, go check on him before you work yourself into a tizzy.” John chuckled as I darted off. I held a hand high and flipped him off as I rushed over to help Matteo get dried off and ready.
3
Matteo
If just onething could go right today, it’d be a miracle. First, my car wouldn’t start. I tried calling all my brothers, but because I had no luck—if not bad luck—lately, all of them were apologetic but busy. Mama couldn’t give me a ride because she was taking care of a sick Sophia while Peter finished a paper for school. In short, the universe conspired against me and I would probably come away from today’s adventure with a case of pneumonia that’d kill me.
I doubled over, trying to catch my breath, when I felt a firm hand at the center of my back. Someone closed the door and I could hear John talking to someone deeper in the loft.
“Are you okay?”
I tried waving off Levi because I didn’t want him realizing what a scatterbrained tool I was, but he simply curled his hand around my arm and led me to the break area set up near the floor-to-ceiling windows. I sneered as I watched rain pelting the glass. It hadn’t been so bad until I was about two blocks from the loft, then the skies opened and soaked through every layer of clothing I wore.
“Drink this.”
