Elior gasped softly, body tensing. “Daddy—”
“Shh,” I whispered, leaning closer, my hair falling forward as I met his eyes. “It’s okay. Feels good, doesn’t it? You’ve been through so much. Let me make you feel better.”
The cloth moved down, over his belly—flat now from his time at the hospital, but I’d fill it out again, make it soft for my hands. I washed there slowly, pressing just enough to remind him of my strength, my claim.
He squirmed a little, water sloshing. “Wait, please. I… I’m nervous,” he admitted, voice small. “We haven’t…”
I set the cloth aside, hands bare now, cupping water to rinse him. “I know, baby, but Daddy’s got you. Trust me.” My fingers trailed lower, under the water, tracing his hips. “Spread your legs a bit. Let me wash all of you properly.”
He hesitated, then parted his thighs shyly, exposing himself to my gaze. I lathered the soap into my palms and reached between his legs. Gentle at first, washing his balls, rolling them softly in my grip. His cock twitched, starting to harden under my touch.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, voice dropping huskily. “Just relax into it. Feel how good my hands are on you.”
I stroked up, fingers wrapping around his shaft, soaping it with slow pumps. Not rushing, but building—watching his face flush deeper, lips part. He was shy and nervous, but his body responded, his hips lifting slightly into my fist.
“Ngh… Daddy, please,” he whimpered, not stopping me, just needing more.
I smiled, possessive heat coiling in my gut. “Please, what, cherub? Tell me you like it. Tell me you want Daddy to keep touching you like this.” My other hand slid to his ass, finger circling his hole under the water, pressing just enough to tease.
“I… I like it,” he breathed, eyes glazing over.
“I know you do, sweet boy. My good boy. So perfect. So precious. My sweet Elior. Let go for me. I’ve waited so long to have you like this again.”
The steam from the bath was thick and heavy around us as I kept stroking him.
“Please, please, please,” he begged, his voice tight with need.
“Did you miss this between us, baby?” I asked languidly,teasing his slit with my thumbnail. “Because I know I fucking did. You have no idea. The way I wanted to take you in front of all those idiots, show them exactly why you’ll never be anyone’s but mine.”
His whimpers grew louder, hips bucking into my fist as I pumped his cock harder, the soap making everything slick and smooth under the water. Elior’s face was flushed, eyes half-lidded with that needy haze I loved seeing on him.
“Daddy,” he gasped, voice breaking.
“Answer the question,” I commanded, tightening my grip for just a second.
Elior keened, writhing in the water. “I-I missed it!” he cried.
I twisted my wrist on the upstroke, thumb pressing firm against the underside of his shaft, feeling it throb in my grip. “Good boy. That’s what I wanted to hear. You’ve been gone too long, cherub. Daddy’s cock has been aching for that tight little hole of yours.” My finger at his ass pushed a bit more, the tip breaching the ring of muscle just enough to make him clench and whine.
He arched, water splashing over the tub’s edge, and his free hand gripped the rim. “Daddy, please! Please… it feels… empty,” he confessed, the words tumbling out quietly and raw, like he was admitting a secret shame. “Inside… I feel so empty without you.”
Fuck, that hit me like a punch to the gut—in the best way. My chest swelled with dark satisfaction, possessive fire roaring through me.Empty.He was admitting it; he needed me to fill him up, to claim every inch. My sweet, broken boy, finally voicing what I knew he craved. I grinned, leaning in to nip at his earlobe, my breath hot against his skin.
“Empty, huh? Poor baby. Daddy’s gonna fix that right now.Gonna stuff that greedy ass full until you’re screaming my name.”
Elior shivered, a soft moan escaping as my finger sank deeper, knuckle-deep now, curling to brush his prostate. His cock jerked in my hand, precum leaking into the soapy water. “P-please,” he stammered.
I pulled my hand from his dick, ignoring his distressed whine, and grabbed his hips instead. “Up, cherub. On your hands and knees. Show Daddy that pretty hole.”
He hesitated for a split second, eyes wide with nerves, but the obedience won out. Trembling, he shifted in the tub, water sloshing as he turned and planted his palms on the porcelain, knees spreading wide beneath him. His ass broke the surface, pale cheeks parting slightly to reveal that pink pucker, clenching in anticipation.
God, he looked so goddamn perfect like this. The steam curled around us, making his skin glisten and his hair stick to his neck. I spread his cheeks with one hand, thumb tracing the rim, watching it flutter.
“Such a tiny little hole, baby. I’m going to have to train it to be able to take a cock again, aren’t I?”
He whimpered, his ears and neck flushing red. I chuckled low, spitting into my palm for extra slick before pressing two fingers against his entrance. No more teasing—he needed this, and I was done holding back. I pushed in slowly but firmly, feeling the heat of him clamp down, that velvet grip sucking me deeper. Elior cried out, back bowing, but he still pushed back against me, greedy for more.
“That’s it. Good boy.Goodfuckingboy.”
