“This dessert is only for good boys who have clean bedrooms,” I told him, kissing his cheek.
He looked at me and nodded. “Wait right there,” he said, his hand squeezing my shaft before pulling away. “Please, one minute.” He wiggled up out of the beanbag chair and ran off down the hallway.
It gave me time to clear away the plates. He’d cleaned his plate well. I rolled my sleeves up and washed them in the sink, the first time in a while I’d washed anything by hand. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d used the plates in my apartment.
His little feet stomped down the hallway, and then back into the kitchen. “You’re there.”
“Yes, I’m here,” I said, flicking the tiny bubbles from my fingers at him.
“Come, come,” he said.
I laughed. “Come. You might be getting ahead of yourself.”
He snorted, grabbing my hand and pulling me. He had some strength to him, I had to give him that. He pulled me to his bedroom. The door was closed, and it had his name in decorative foam letters on it. He opened it slowly, and inside was—well, cleaner. Everything else was covered inwhite sheets.
“All clean!” he said, standing in the middle of the room, presenting it to me. He quickly turned the big ceiling light off and flicked another switch, illuminating the room in colorful rainbow string lights. “What do you think?”
“Love the effort, the idea,” I said.
“Can we play now?” he asked.
I closed the door. “You can ask nicer than that.”
“Daddy,” he said, and my cock throbbed. The tingle was a sign of precum. I knew he was already making a mess in my pants without even getting into them.
There was nothing I wanted more than to hold him, fuck him, and just be with him. It was a desire I hadn’t had in a while, and a desire which I hadn’t been sure I was ever going to have again. There wasn’t much I thought was possible for me in this world, however this new relationship—if I could call it that—was waking a new emotion in me.
“Do you think we’re going too fast?” he asked in an adorable way. My heart was throbbing harder in every vein, pulsing. “I have condoms and lube.”
“On the bed,” I instructed. “I wanna taste you.”
Caspian’s complete obedience had my cock harder now, aching against my trousers. It was begging to be set free, to be released in more ways than one. “Traffic light system,” he said.
I leaned back and nodded. “Sorry, we should’ve spoken about that.”
“It’s okay, we’re learning about each other,” he said. “And I think that’s the best way to learn. So right now, I’m all green. You can do whatever you want with me Daddy.”
Looking him over, I nodded. I could do whatever I wanted, and there were so many things I wanted. I leaned over him once more to give him a kiss. Moving down his body with kisses, I undressed him out of the onesie. He was in a plain crop top this time—no more bear hugs—and the lower I got, the more he wiggled around, giggling, but telling me to keep going. Each time he called meDaddy, another jolt of energy pulsed through me, or maybe that was just my cock.
He wore tight white-and-blue-striped briefs with the wrong day of the week on them. “Wednesday,” I said. “It’s Tuesday.”
He giggled. “Oopsie.”
“Did you do it on purpose?”
“I wasn’t sure if you’d see them.”
His hard cock was squeezed inside them, busting out of the thin waistband line. I teased it with my thumb, coaxing out a dribble of precum, hopefully matching mine—I had a condition, it made guys go wild, and I should’ve mentioned it to Cas before we started, but really, there was no right time.
“I have hyperspermia,” I told him, pulling away from stomach kisses.
“Is it contagious?” His face colored with concern.
I chuckled. “No, it’s just—it means I produce more cum than average. It sometimes means, if no condom, I basically make my own lube.”
He giggled, grabbed at his cock over his briefs and pushed it down, all excited with clenched thighs.
“But to be safe, we should use them,” I said. “I wouldn’t be a good Daddy if we didn’t. I know I’m negative, though, I get checked regularly at work—especially on blood drives.” And the idea of him getting checked so we could do this without condoms made me throb, and make more of a precum mess.
