“Thirsty for your cock, daddy,” Ezra said with a slight Southern drawl that was more pronounced when he was horny.
“I’m going to spank you and then I’m going to fuck you,” Roman said, so that Ezra might know what was coming.
“Yes, Roman, fuck me raw.”
The mouth on Ezra during sex still surprised him, especially since he was so polite and proper outside the bedroom.
“How many spanks then?” Roman asked. Ezra liked to have some control when they were trying out new things.
“Ten because it’s the basis of the denery system.”
“Ten spanks, one for every inch of my dick you’re going to take.”
“Roman,” Ezra chided, his feelings about measurement already well-known, not to mention Roman was fudging a little.
“Sorry, babe. I couldn’t resist. All right, ten spanks. Keep count for me.”
Roman rubbed his hands together in anticipation. His first swat was more of a love tap, which Ezra didn’t appreciateat all.
“Harder,” Ezra said with a bossiness that never failed to amuse him. No matter how demanding at the outset of their games, the result was always the same—Roman fucking his husband until he was sweet and cuddly as a kitten.
“I don’t want to hurt you too badly.” Also, he liked the begging.
“It has to hurt a little, though. That’s what I want, Roman. For you to punish me.”
The confirmation was what Roman had been looking for, and now that he had it, he felt safe to proceed. “Let me try again.” Roman’s next couple of swats were an experiment to find the optimal level of pressure and sting. And then Roman took a short break to inspect his work and stir Ezra’s passions because he was also very impatient, as evidenced by how he was currently humping Roman’s lap with abandon, rubbing his wet cockhead all over Roman’s inner thigh. Roman’s own dick was sandwiched between Ezra’s side and his own stomach, so that whenever Ezra moved, it jostled him too. Outside their bedroom, Nugget whined, probably worried that his little master was being abused, non-consensually.
“He’s fine, Nugget,” Roman called, but only when Ezra echoed the sentiment did the dog quiet down. He supposed the animal would get used to the sounds of their more adventurous lovemaking as well.
“Keep going,” Ezra said.
“I’m admiring my handiwork.” Roman cupped both swollen cheeks in one hand and jiggled his ass. “Your ass is red, and my fingerprints are all over it.”
“Because I’m yours,” Ezra said. Even with the ring on his finger and Roman’s daily acts of devotion, Ezra wanted the evidence of Roman’s possession branded on his skin. And to be fair, Roman wanted it too.
“That’s right, babe. Your ass is mine to spank and that hole is for me to fuck whenever I want.” Or at least, when Ezra’s schedule allowed. Ezra whined his primal lust and Roman continued spanking him, each sharp smack eliciting a needy cry and a soft whimper as Ezra counted them out. He rutted like an animal against Roman’s lap, and by the time they reached ten, with Ezra’s ass red and inflamed, Roman wanted nothing more than to toss his husband onto the mattress and fuck him so deep that he felt him in his throat. Roman probed Ezra’s hole and found him already slick and slightly open. So, his hubby had come prepared.
“Fuck me, daddy,” Ezra said again, emitting a little laugh, head turned slightly so that Roman could see the teasing grin on his face.
“Youarea thirsty boy, aren’t you?” Roman marveled. “Is this why you asked me to take Nugget for a walk?”
“Yes. I came once already,” Ezra confessed. “I couldn’t help it. I kept thinking about your long dong so deep inside of me.”
“You’re being so bad lately,” Roman rumbled.
“Yes,” Ezra agreed enthusiastically.
“It’s like you’re asking for it.”
“Iamasking for it,” Ezra said as if Roman hadn’t already caught on.
Roman drew a hand along Ezra’s ribs, causing him to squirm at the ticklish touch, but Roman held him firmly in place with his other five fingers splayed across the small of his back. Ezra moaned and bucked in response. “I can be a little bit mean to you, babe, if that’s what you want.”
“Yesss,” Ezra hissed. “Punish me, Roman. Wreck my hole.”
There would be absolutely no wrecking going on, but their size difference meant that it would feel like it to Ezra regardless.
“Hands and knees, sweet thing. Daddy wants inside.”
