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I don’t hesitate, falling to my knees. The tile bites at my skin, but it feels good. Grounding. Focusing. It helps to cut through the haze of wanting to be touched enough to keep me from touching my own dick, which is jutting out, hard, between my legs.

Above me, Javier looks like a god. Hair hanging long and wet around his face, beard bejeweled with water droplets. He grabs his cock, giving it slow, indulgent strokes as he looks down at me.

I open my mouth and extend my tongue in a silent invitation. The sound he makes is pleased as he tugs his foreskin down, revealing the flushed head, slick and shiny with precum.

I need it. I need him in my mouth. I’m vaguely aware of making a whimpering sound, but I can’t think straight with my cock throbbing and his fucking fat dick right in front of me.

“Be still,” Javier commands.

Somehow I manage to remain frozen in place as he slaps his cock onto my tongue. When he starts rubbing the head in circles around my mouth, smearing his precum across my lips, I nearly lose it. “Please,” I whine.

“Keep that mouth open and still if you want a treat, boy.”

Well, fuck me. I squeeze my thighs together in a desperate attempt to get some sort of friction or pressure between my legs. I try to focus on keeping my mouth open, but the sight of Javier, serious and focused as he slides the smooth head of his cock up and down my outstretched tongue, is almost too much.

I’m shaking as warm water slips over my skin. I need, I need, I fucking need—

“Good boy,” Javier murmurs, thrusting his hips and sending his cock deeper into my open mouth. “Listening so well for me. I know how hard it is, how badly you want to put that sweet mouth to work. You are doing so, so good.” Drool joins the water trailing down my face. His words light me up, both calming and igniting something inside of me. I feel the gentle brush of fingers against my cheek. “Daddy is so proud of you.”

My eyes burn, and I let out a pained, wanting, desperate groan, hoping this man—my Daddy—can hear everything I can’t say with his cock in my mouth.

I’ve wanted this. I never thought it would be you, but it is so much sweeter when I look up and it’s your soft body and brown eyes above me. I need this—can’t you see how tangled my head is? How desperate I am to trust someone with the tender parts of me? How badly I need a place to let go?

How fucking sweet it is that it’s you, Javier.

Daddy.

“Oh, my sweet boy,” Javier croons. “You can suck now. Daddy’s got you.”

Relief apparently tastes like a fat, leaking cock filling my mouth.

I lose myself in the blowjob, my mind going blissfully fuzzy and warm with my mouth occupied. There’s nothing but the reassuring touch of hands cradling my face and the intoxicating taste of dick and musk and Daddy—holy fuck I actually have a Daddy—on my tongue. My lips ache at the stretch around him, but it’s perfect, like everything else about the man standing above me.

“Dios mio, Aleks, I knew you would be good. Watching you smoke, the way you worked the cigarette with your mouth. You will not need them anymore. Now you have something better to do with your mouth, no?” He grunts when I pull off, burying my nose in his groin while I lap at his sac. “That is it, right there. You are a little slut for cock, boy. Hot for it. Desperate for it.”

I nod, staring up at him as my tongue works.

“Daddy has you,” he repeats, and this time it sounds like he’s saying the words for himself, like he doesn’t quite believe we’re here either. “One more suck, boy, one more good, long suck.”

I comply, putting my mouth around him and swallowing as much of him as I can. I bob my head once, twice, and then—

“Fuck, yes,” Javier’s voice is a broken growl punctuated by a groan. He stiffens, his cock pulses. “I am coming, boy. Fuck, so good, so fucking good, take it…yeah, so good, swallowing Daddy’s cum. So perfect for me.”

I swallow, and swallow again, taking everything he gives me. I keep sucking, even as he softens and his hips stutter to a stop. It’s funny how the anxious buzz that typically fills my head is quiet with the taste of his cum on my tongue.

“Enough, boy.” Gently, he tries to push my head off of his cock. I ignore him, filling my mouth with him again until he, more forcefully this time, steps back from me. He lets out a low laugh. “Those puppy eyes will not work on me, sweetheart. Come on, up you get.”

My mouth is aching and empty without him, and I’m feeling dazed as he helps me to my feet. I stumble, my knees protesting after kneeling on the hard tile. But Daddy holds me steady, shifting so I’m directly under the spray.

He’s efficient as he washes me, but there’s still so much care in every gentle touch of his soapy hands. He avoids my cock, but gives special attention to my crack and hole. I push back into him as he presses a soapy finger against my ass, but he keeps the touch too light and teasing.

“What the fuck, Daddy?” I protest as his hands return to my hips.

His eyebrows arch. “Want to try again?”

On another night, maybe I’d push. A pulse of pleasure tightens my core when I imagine Daddy all growly and serious. Maybe there would be spankings. Maybe he’d let me come all over his thigh while he delivered hard slaps to my bare ass.

But I don’t want that tonight. Tonight I want to hold onto the tenderness, the quiet care I haven’t always known how to ask for. I want to let go, and let Daddy take care of me.