“That’s not what it means,” Noah assured him. “I feel honored when you need me, Benjamin. I love taking care of you, especially when you let me in. How does it make you feel when I have you like this?”
He squeezed Benji’s throat softly.
Benji’s eyelids fluttered shut. It took him several seconds to respond.
“Terrifying,” he said hoarsely. “And… safe.”
Noah kissed his closed eyelids, one by one. “It doesn’t have anything to do with Chet. Alright? It’s about me taking care of you. And youlettingme take care of you. If you really don’t want to say it, then don’t. But I’d be honored to be your Daddy.”
Benji squirmed. His eyes flew open, trying to look away. For all his defiance, he hadn’t let go of the dress Noah had told him to hold.
Noah caught his chin. “Now, what were you going to call me just then?”
Benji resisted. Noah tightened his grip, and Benji’s gaze locked on his, eager and defiant.
Noah brushed his fingers over Benji’s prostate. Benji moaned, the noise only getting louder as Noah squeezed his face.
“Daddy,” Benji said finally, more breath than word. Some of the tension drained out of his shoulders, but not all of it. Not yet.
Noah stroked his cheek. “How did that feel?”
“Weird,” Benji said, too fast. “And… good. Right. You like it?”
“I do. I love taking care of you. It’s my favorite thing. Love taking you apart. Cleaning you up after. Love it when I wreck you so much you can’t even move and I have to carry you around,” Noah admitted, the words coming faster as the confession poured out of him. He pressed a kiss to Benji’s gaping mouth, his damp cheeks.
“My sweetheart,” he muttered between kisses. “My love. My baby.”
Benji whimpered, straining into his touch. His chastity cage brushed Noah’s clothed stomach, and Noah paused.
“Do you want it off?” he asked.
Benji blinked, clutching his dress. For a moment, he looked like he didn’t know what Noah was talking about. Then he shook his head.
Noah raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure? You’ve been so good. You deserve a reward.”
Benji shuddered under him. Then Noah hooked his fingers deeper inside, and Benji’s shudder turned into a jerk.
“Fuck,” he spat. He stared up at Noah, white-knuckling the dress he was holding up over his hips. “You told me to last until the wedding. I can last.”
Noah marveled at him. Benji had been nervous about this when he’d first brought it up, and here he was, wearing a dress and calling himDaddyand telling Noah he didn’t need to come… because Noah told him not to.
“If you want out,” Noah started.
“I won’t,” Benji said. He wrapped a bare leg around Noah’s waist, urging him forward. “Fuck me already. That’s why you made everyone leave, right? You wanted to dress me up all pretty and fuck me right here in the dressing rooms.”
Noah wrestled with his fly, pulling his cock out. “Think you can stay quiet?”
“No,” Benji said, his gaze hungry on Noah’s cock as Noah spat into his hand and slicked himself up. “What are you gonna do about it?”
He paused, those crooked teeth sinking into his lower lip. Then he looked up at him from under his eyelashes and continued, “Daddy?”
Noah choked on a laugh. “You gonna use that against me, baby?”
“All the time,” Benji breathed. He was still embarrassed. Noah could see it in his shaking grip and flushed cheeks. But he was also desperate for it, his chest heaving as he panted. He was rubbing the fabric against his belly like it turned him on, and Noah made a distracted mental note to incorporate that into the final wedding outfit. Or maybe he’d get a dress made for his birthday. Or Christmas. Or thenextbirthday or Christmas. Noahhad all the time in the world to give Benji outfits that turned him on. He couldn’t wait.
“You look so fucking gorgeous,” Noah said as he slid into him. “Hold your legs open for me, baby.”
Benji grabbed his thighs, hands trembling. His dress fell higher up his stomach, and they both groaned as Noah started thrusting.
