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The performance is terrible. “That’s too bad. I was planning to reward you for being such a good boy tonight.”

His arms immediately drop. “You were?”

I let my hand close around the back of his neck and feel the change in him as my thumb moves over his skin. “Aye.”

Whatever fake exhaustion he was trying to project disappears. Nash steps closer, slipping his hands over my chest while his voice takes on that deliberately innocent tone he uses when he’s about to start trouble. “And what exactly does my reward involve, Daddy?”

I could answer him, but picking him up is faster. Nash laughs when I lift him into my arms, then loops his arms around my neck as I carry him toward the stairs. His mouth finds the skin below my ear, his lips and teeth making it harder to keep up the pace.

“Someone’s in a hurry,” he murmurs against my neck.

“You started it.”

By the time we reach the bedroom, I’ve run out of interest in taking this slowly. I put him on the mattress and follow him down, bracing myself above him while he laughs and hooks one leg around mine. His hands move over my shoulders before he looks up at me with a grin. “Not bad for an old man.”

He’s teasing. I’ve heard some version of it from him before, and normally I’d give it back without thinking. This time, with Nash underneath me, the fifteen years between us feels different. I’m forty-six. He’s thirty-one. In four years, I’ll be fifty while he’ll only be thirty-five, and I find myself wondering what that difference will look like ten or twenty years from now.

Nash catches the change in my expression. His teasing fades as he slides a hand around the back of my neck and draws me closer. “Hey. I’m glad you’re older.” His fingers move into my hair while his mouth brushes along my jaw. “I tried dating men closer to my age, and it never worked for me. I want someone who already knows who he is, someone confident enough to take control when I need him to.” He turns his face until his lips are near my ear. “That’s what I want, Duncan. And I want it with you.”

I kiss him, letting the answer come from what he’s telling me instead of arguing with him about a future neither of us can predict.

Nash can joke about what he wants and push every boundary I give him, but none of this works unless he trusts me with the control he’s asking me to take. I keep my hand at the back of his neck as I look at him. “If you use your safe word, I stop. No questions, no hesitation. Do you understand?”

He nods, and I tighten my fingers slightly. “Words, boy.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

The answer goes straight through me. I kiss him before pushing to my feet, and Nash watches while I strip, his attention moving over every inch of skin I expose. He starts on his own clothes without being told, leaving them wherever they fall until he’s naked on my bed. I open the nightstand and take out the condoms and lube I had Kenji buy after I decided Nash would eventually end up here. I wasn’t willing to be unprepared when he finally did.

Nash turns onto his hands and knees before I can tell him how I want him, raising his ass toward me in an invitation that makes my cock throb. I kneel behind him and fill both hands with the firm curves, squeezing before I spread them apart. His skin is warm beneath my palms as I run them up his back and down again, taking my time touching him now that there’s nothing between us.

“Look at you.” I drag my thumb along the crease of his ass before circling his hole. “So fucking eager for me.”

“I’ve been waiting long enough, Daddy.”

“And you’ll wait until I’m ready.”

His quiet groan tells me exactly what he thinks of that, but he keeps himself where I put him while I coat my fingers with lube. I circle his entrance until he starts pushing back for more, then slowly work one finger inside him. Nash moans and rocks against my hand, trying to take me deeper, and I let him have a little more before adding a second finger.

I take my time opening him, feeling the tension in his body gradually give beneath my hand. By the time I add a third finger, he’s moving with every thrust, his ass pushing back while his breathing grows heavier. I curl my fingers inside him and find his prostate, pulling a broken moan from him.

“Fuuuck. Right there.”

I give him exactly what he asked for, stroking the same spot until his thighs begin to shake and his muscles tighten around my fingers. His cock hangs hard between his legs, already leaking, and I can tell from the way his hips start moving that he’s getting close.

I pull my hand away.

“Daddy, no.” Nash looks back at me, flushed and breathing hard. “I’ve been so good. Please let me come. I need to so fucking bad.”

I bring my palm down against his ass, the sharp crack followed by a red mark spreading across his skin. “You’ll come when I tell you to.”

Instead of backing away, he pushes his ass toward me again. “Please.”

Fuck, I like hearing him beg. I roll the condom over my cock and add more lube, then position myself behind him with one hand gripping his hip. “Are you ready for me?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please fuck me.”

I press the head of my cock against him and push forward slowly. Nash sucks in a sharp breath as I breach him, and I stop immediately, keeping one hand on his hip while the other moves over his lower back. Before I can ask whether he needs more time, he bears down and pushes himself farther onto me.