The ache in my jaw was starting to build, but it only heightened the thrill, the intimacy of the moment. I bobbed slower, deeper, letting my lips drag along his length, teeth grazing ever so lightly. His breath hitched, and he rewarded me with a firmer pet to my head, fingers massaging my scalp just the way I liked.
“You’re going to make me come, baby,” he said, voice dropping to a growl. “What’s gotten you so desperate? Do you like Daddy’s darkness?”
“Mmhmm,” I groaned around his length.
“Yeah? Such a perfect fucking boy,” he grunted, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. “It’s coming, baby.Fuck, it’s coming. Drink up.”
On his next thrust, hot spurts of cum shot onto my tongue, coating my mouth with the taste of him. I swallowed continuously, taking gulp after gulp down my throat until my belly was full.
With my head delightfully fuzzy, I pulled off from Daddy’s softening cock and sprawled out across his muscled thighs.
“More hot chocolate, please,” I breathed.
19
Jace
“Coming right up, baby boy.” I smiled and shook my head, looking down at Elior lying across my lap like a cat. “You’re going to have to let me get up, though.”
“Oh…”
His lips tilted down, like the idea genuinely hadn’t occurred to him, then looked up at me with a pout. “But you’re warm, Daddy.”
“I can be warm again in thirty seconds,” I said, amused. “Hot chocolate requires locomotion.”
He considered this gravely, then sighed and rolled just enough to free my legs. “Okay…”
“I’ll be back in just a minute,” I said, already standing, ruffling his hair once before heading across the foyer into the kitchen.
The chocolate mix was still out on the countertop from earlier, so I grabbed a mug, poured in milk, and heated it in the microwave.
Behind me, I could hear Elior shifting on the couch, dragging the blanket with him, re-nesting.
When the microwave beeped, I pulled out the mug and spooned in several scoops of the chocolate mix. A few stirs, and it was ready.
When I came back into the living room, he looked up with sparkling eyes, his smile making my heart clench. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get over how adorable he was.
I sat back down and handed him the mug, watching the way his fingers curled around it, and how his shoulders relaxed as the sweet warmth hit him.
He snuggled into my side as he sipped and watched the animal show I’d forgotten was still playing on the TV.
I gazed at him from the corner of my eye, letting myself really look.
Elior’s blonde lashes fanned against his cheeks when he blinked, soft and thick, and I found myself tracking them without meaning to. His eyes were fixed on the screen, pupils widening and shrinking with the shifting light of the documentary.
His cheeks were flushed now, a gentle pink from the steam of the mug he held close to his face.
I’d known that he was mine. I’d known it for months now and never doubted it.
But I hadn’t expected him to just… accept me.
I knew he loved me, sure, but even so, I had still expected hesitation, worry,somethingthat would say he’d only ever lovepartof me.
Instead, he’d shown me that no part of him could only love one part of me.
Elior shifted again, his head tipping back just enough to rest against my shoulder. His lashes fluttered once as he adjusted, then stilled. His breathing evened out, slow and warm.He handed me his empty mug without a thought, as if it were a certainty that I’d take care of it for him.
I placed it on the side table for now and went back to observing him.
