“Let’s see how bright those stars really get.” I murmured against his throat, feeling his pulse jump under my lips.
He squirmed, but it was the good kind—the kind that told me he was already hard under his sleep pants. I nosed along his collarbone, tasting salt and warmth, and let my free hand drift lower. When my palm cupped the hard line of his cock, he arched with a broken little sound that went straight to my dick.
“Stay still, boy,” I warned, voice rough. I released his wrists only to shove his t-shirt up, exposing that smooth stomach I could never get enough of. My mouth followed the path of my hands, teeth grazing a nipple until he gasped, hips jerking. “You wanted stars? I’ll give you the whole damn galaxy.”
I yanked his pants down just far enough to free him, his cock bouncing free. The sight of him—flushed, leaking, thighs already trembling—made my mouth water. I wrapped my fingers aroundhim, slow and tight, stroking once, twice, just to watch his eyes flutter shut.
“Look at me,” I ordered.
His lashes lifted, green eyes glassy and desperate. “Daddy, please?—”
“Please what?” I leaned in, letting my beard scrape the sensitive skin of his inner thigh as I settled between his legs. “Please make you beg? Please fuck you until you see every constellation behind your eyelids?”
He whimpered, nodding frantically. I rewarded him with a long, wet lick from balls to tip, savoring the way he jolted, thighs clamping around my shoulders. When I took him deep, hollowing my cheeks, he cried out.
Sharp.
Needy.
Perfect.
I worked him mercilessly: tongue swirling, hand twisting at the base, the other sliding lower to press a slick thumb against his hole. He was tight there, his body resistant to my intrusion. It took a bit of work to get him open. It took time and patience.
I had an excessive amount of both.
“Simon…Daddy…fuck…” His voice cracked. His hands fisted in my hair, tugging hard enough to sting, and I growled around his cock in approval.
I pulled off with a wet pop, replacing my mouth with my fist, pumping him fast and rough. “You’re gonna come just like this,” I told him, adding a second finger alongside the first, scissoring deep. “Then I’m gonna flip you over, spread you wide, and fuck you until that little projector’s the only light you can still see.”
Tanner’s back bowed off the bed, hips snapping into my grip. “Yes…yes…please…”
I curled my fingers, nailed that spot inside him, and he shattered—coming hard over my fist, stripes of white paintinghis chest, throat working around my name. I kept stroking, milking every last shudder out of him until he sagged, boneless and panting.
Only then did I let go, crawling up his body to claim his mouth in a messy, bruising kiss. He tasted like surrender. I reached blindly for the lube on the nightstand, knocking the star projector spinning. It clicked on by accident, bathing the ceiling in slow-moving galaxies.
Perfect.
I nudged his thighs wider, lined myself up, and gently pushed in with one long, slow glide. Tanner’s head fell back against the pillow, mouth open on a silent cry as stars danced over his skin.
“That’s it, boy,” I rasped, setting a punishing rhythm, the bed creaking beneath us. “Look up. Watch Daddy give you the universe.”
And then I delivered on my words.
I fucked my boy until he was begging me again, pleading for me to fill him up. He wanted to bebredlike the perfect submissive he’d become. No, that’s not right. He’d always been submissive. It took finding the right person to explore with for it to truly shine.
After we were done and cleaned up, I grabbed the book I'd chosen and climbed in beside him. He immediately curled into me, his head on my chest and one arm wrapped around my waist.
"Comfortable?" I asked.
"Mm-hmm. This is perfect." His voice was already drowsy, the events of the day catching up with him.
I opened the book and started reading, keeping my voice low and soothing. The story was about a little bear who was afraid of the dark, and by the end, the bear learned that nighttime wasn't scary—it was just different.
By the time I finished, Tanner's breathing had evened out into sleep. But I didn't move. I just lay there, holding him, watching the stars dance across our ceiling.
Our ceiling. Our room. Our life together.
From the first moment he'd stumbled out of his car, exhausted and lost, I'd known. This was my person.
