“And now I’m undressing you.” The tank top tore like butter between my fingers. I didn’t even have to pull it much, it just came apart. I yanked the rest of it free until his lean muscular chest was exposed. I placed a hand over the left-hand side, feeling his heart thump against my palm, faster and faster as we maintained eye contact.
“I’m all yours,” he said.
“I know.” I tongued his nipple until it became hard, gently biting and toying with it, leaving little red marks on his skin. Kalen’s legs wrapped around me once more, squeezing me like he wanted our bodies to become one.
He moaned. “Fuck me.” His voice turned to a delicate whimper. “Fuck me, Daddy.”
I placed a hand at his neck, grabbing him and feeling the sound of his moans through my hand. He continued, so softly, as I made my marks across his chest, all the way up until his torso was wet from my tongue. Kalen had tried undressing mein that time, but failed, only managing to pull the shirt out of my trousers, and with the way my cock pressed against him, he was unable to reach for that as well.
Turning him over on the bed, I pulled his arms out of the shirt and tank top remains. I needed all the access I could get to his ass. I kissed down the length of his back, tickling his spine as he tried to wiggle beneath me. I got to his trousers, slid them all the way down his thighs to reveal his tight, striped, red-and-white briefs. They made his butt look like a bubble, and I already had a thick stick to poke it with.
“Eat it,” he begged, his face in the pillows. “Eat my ass.” Often shouted to cuss someone out, it was now used as invite into his body—he’d already given me that, though.
Kalen’s ass was two plump peach pillows with fuzz growing on them. I spread them wide and found his tight little hole, ready and waiting. He was clenching, making it appear a little tighter than last time. I stuck a finger in his mouth, like a fishhook, forcing him to slobber his mouth lube on it.“Good boy.”
“Pweese,” he begged as I pulled my finger from his mouth and slowly inserted it inside him. “Uhh.”
I liked the teasing, but I didn’t know if I was just teasing myself. One finger, knuckle deep, his breathy moans echoing off the head of the bed frame. I went in with a second finger, hooked, and played with his prostate I knew if I did it too much, or too hard, he’d make a mess all over the new bedding.
My clothes were far too constricting. I pulled away, off the bed, and undressed for him, while finishing off the job I’d started by removing his trousers and briefs. He rolled onto his back and lay there with a hand over his hard cock and another cupping his balls, with his fingers going down to cover his taint.
“You think you can hide all that from Daddy?” I asked, pulling the boxers down, my cock caught in the fabric. I teasedit further until it sprung back with a nice wetthwip. A precum dot stretched out from my tip. I wiped it with my thumb and gestured for him to come closer. Kalen approached on his knees and I stuck my thumb in his mouth for him to suck clean. “Look at how obedient you are, baby.”
“’Cause I’m a good boy, Daddy,” he said, looking up at me with those big glossy eyes and a pout that had my cock wishing to penetrate him.
I stared at him, and the longer I stared, the more I could see him wonder and worry about what was going on in my mind. The weight of affection I had for him was crushing, crushing in a way that made me want to explode into a hundred different versions ofme, each one smaller than the last until I could cover his entire body with mine, to feel him everywhere all at once.
“I love you.” The words came out in a whisper I wasn’t completely sober, and my thoughts were coaxed out through my lips with the lubrication of alcohol. There was no thinkingthis time, they were just straight upand out of me.
Kalen begged for me once more, and he didn’t have to beg again. He’d get everything he ever wanted, I’d make sure of that.
***
The rush of waking beside Kalen was still free flowing through my body. I wanted to wake first, to treat him, to try my best to get him to consider staying here for longer than his vacation allowed. I didn’t want to take away any of his autonomy by telling him to stay, even if I had kinda told him I wanted him to stay and to quit his job and—all the stuff that should’ve driven him away.
But Kalen was up before me. The space beside me in bed was empty.
I rolled out of bed, completely naked, my feet slapping against the ground as I ran through the loft apartment.
And there he was, sitting on the floor in front of the TV with his cartoons on quiet. He swayed, with his body mostly wrapped in the faux fur that usually draped itself over the sofa. He didn’t even look at me. His eyes were fixed on the paper in his lap and the pouch of crayons at his feet.
“Hey,” I said. “When did you get up?”
Kalen turned around with the biggest smile on his face. “I’ve been thinking,” he whispered as his eyes traveled down my body, seeing how I’d run from the bedroom completely naked with my dick swinging. He giggled.
“Nothing you haven’t seen before,” I said, sitting on the cold leather sofa. “What have you been thinking about?”
The crayons and papers in his lap dropped as he stood. He was in his underwear, flashing me for a second as he regathered the blanket around himself and sat on the sofa. “Yeah,” he said. “I don’t think I can go back.”
“You should,” I said. “I’m not going to force you to leave. I know it’s not my place to do that. I was just being selfish.”
He shrugged. “But I’ve actually been thinking,” he said, covering my lap with the ends of the blanket. I hadn’t realized it was a distraction. “And I think I don’t want to live in conflict with myself, or with you.”
“You don’t have to,” I said, trying my best not to push him in that direction now.
“I spoke to Isaiah yesterday,” he said. “Apparently, he’s—he’s also like me, and he’s going to be working at the LGBTQ plus center.”
I snickered. “Adorable.”
