"I am touching you." I pressed kisses along his inner thigh, feeling him tremble beneath me.
"You know what I mean," he gasped when my beard scraped against sensitive skin.
"Use your words, bud. Tell Daddy exactly what you want."
He made a frustrated sound. "Want your mouth on me. Want to feel you. Want—" He broke off with a moan as I finally, finally licked a stripe up his length.
"This?" I asked, doing it again.
"Yes, god, yes."
I took him into my mouth slowly, savoring the weight of him on my tongue, the salt-sweet taste of him. His hips tried to thrust up, but I held him down, controlling the pace.
"Daddy," he sobbed, his hands fisting in the sheets. "Please, I need?—"
I pulled off with an obscene pop. "What do you need, sweet boy?"
"You. Inside me. Please, I need to feel you."
"Yeah? Need Daddy to fill you up?"
"Please." Tears were leaking from the corners of his eyes now, overwhelmed with sensation and need. "Please, Daddy, need it so bad."
I reached for the lube in our nightstand, coating my fingers. "Gonna take care of you, bud. Gonna give you exactly what you need."
I worked him open slowly, carefully, watching his face for any signs of discomfort. But there was only pleasure, only want, only trust as he opened himself to me.
"Ready?" I asked when I had three fingers inside him.
"So ready. Please, Daddy. Need you now."
I lined myself up and pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until I was fully seated inside him. We both groaned at the sensation.
"Okay?" I asked, holding still to let him adjust.
"Perfect." He wrapped his legs around my waist. "So perfect. Please move."
I started with slow, deep strokes, wanting to savor this. Wanting to make it last. His hands came up to grip my shoulders, his nails digging in slightly.
"That's it," I murmured. "Take what you need, sweet boy. You're doing so well for me."
"Faster," he begged. "Please, Daddy, need it faster."
I picked up the pace, angling to hit that spot inside him that made him see stars. His head fell back, exposing the line of his throat and the collar resting there.
Mine. Completely and utterly mine.
"Touch yourself," I commanded. "Show me how good I make you feel."
His hand flew to his cock, stroking in time with my thrusts. The sight of him like this—desperate and needy and trusting me completely—nearly undid me.
"Close," he gasped. "So close, Daddy."
"Come for me," I said, leaning down to bite gently at his shoulder. "Come for Daddy, sweet boy."
He came with a cry, spilling over his hand and stomach, his body clenching tight around me. The sensation pushed me over the edge, and I followed him into release with a groan.
We stayed locked together for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, coming down from the high.
