“You’re so responsive, baby. My good boy likes to be teased,” I commented.
Pip made a broken sound that shot straight to my cock. The praise clearly affected him. His whole body jolted with the sound.
“Told you… Told you I could be good for you. Always will be, Daddy.”
Blindly, I reached for the nightstand, my patience gone with the use of that name again. I kept lube in the drawer, and I’d recently added condoms. Preparedness was the smart way to go. I couldn’t predict the future, but I could have what I might need if a certain stubborn assassin decided he wanted to be fucked.
Popping open the lid, I asked the most important question of the night. “How long has it been for you? Do I need to take my time getting you ready?”
“It’s been a while. I haven’t wanted anyone else to top.”
I froze at the admission. Pip closed his eyes, almost like he was waiting for me to explode or freak out and stop things again.
“Since when?” I rasped.
He shook his head. I reached up with my clean hand and gripped his chin hard. His eyes flew open.
“I asked you a question. I expect an answer.”
“Years, Henny. I haven’t let anyone do this in a long fucking time. I’ve topped since, but it’s not my favorite. Just a release.”
Part of me wanted to ask him why that was. But I didn’t really have to. Not with the way his eyes pleaded with me to read the room.
I pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “Then I definitely need to be gentle.”
He sighed, relaxing back onto the bed, giving me the blind trust I found far too arousing. I focused on his body and pleasure instead.
Circling his rim, I watched his face for any sign of discomfort. The first finger I pressed inside him proved just how true his words had been. My boy’s body was tight around me, gripping me in a way that would have strangled my cock in a borderline painful manner.
For a man who enjoyed invoking violence, my boy didn’t much like the sting that came from being stretched. Which only meant I made sure to give him all my care and attention.
“I love that you’re here with me.”
A kiss to his inner thigh.
“You trusting me feels amazing.”
A kiss to his hip.
“You drive me insane. I want you so much.”
With each bit of praise, I pushed him for more, spreading my fingers, and when needed, adding another. I didn’t move too fast at any point. All that calm, controlled patience I’d spent years honing went to great use.
“I can’t imagine life without you in it, baby,” I whispered once I knew he was ready to take me.
Pip’s were bright when they met mine. “Please, Henny. I need you inside of me. Show me I’m yours.”
Any other time, I’d have tried to delay things longer. Maybe suck his cock to tease him or attempt to taste every inch of his body in the most torturous way.
But not this time.
This time was about giving us what we needed:connection.
I slipped on a condom, coated myself in lube, then lined up at his entrance. Pip wrapped his legs around my waist and pulled me forward. I slid inside him in one smooth move, his body opening so beautifully I almost wept.
“Fuck,” he shouted. “Daddy! It feels…”
“Feels like what?”
