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Damn, I’d let MrFox43 lock me down, too.

Just knowing your boyfriend is watching you get off for us makes me hard.

Are we going to get a couples’ show, Substar?

I only saw one or two people hop off, which fed into my biggest fear. But when he didn’t lose any more viewers, I exhaled. Tristan’s audience seemed by and large thrilled for him.

And yes, horny as fuck.

“Thank you for all the well wishes, everyone! We’ll have to wait and see how the future plays out. But for now, let’s get started, shall we?”

I watched in a blissful daze as my boyfriend, my boy, my Angel Daddy, and the love of my life dazzled and beguiled the crowd that had gathered on his stream, sending him money from every direction throughout the forty-five-minute show. His new tattoo was on full display, and I loved seeing my mark on him, claiming him in a small, unobtrusive way. And when he finally came, his dick hard, red, and covered in cum after I’d commanded him into edging himself for a solid twenty minutes with a thick dildo up his ass, he shut off the stream, and I stalked into the room to carry him upstairs, setting him on the bed before attending to his every need.

Just like I’d wanted to from the very beginning.

***

This was our first major holiday where we were out and proud, and though we wouldn’t be spending Christmas with our biological families, we would be hanging out with our found family and friends we’d made over the past few years. We’d planned a DASC holiday party, the Mix It Up staff party was scheduled for next week, and Tris and I had a date set to meet Sam and Cameron for dinner before the new year for a late celebration of Tristan’s birthday.

But I was looking forward to one thing more than any other: I was ready to make our own little family official.

Tris and I definitely had a significant age gap, and while I still couldn’t understand why he’d want to be forever tied to an old man like me, now that he’d fully convinced me he wanted me, I wasn’t going to let him go. I needed to make him mine in every way possible.

So I’d bought a ring.

I wasn’t brave enough to ask in front of everyone at Mix It Up like Sam had, though, over a year ago on Kink Night, and I didn’t think Tris would want that, anyway. We’d always been private about our relationship—except for that one night at a kink club in Portland where we went all out and very publicly put ourselves on display—so I planned a low-key celebration between the two of us.

For tonight.

“Hi, Daddy!” My boy’s voice echoed as he came through the front door. He’d been out visiting Cameron and probably Christmas shopping, though he’d never admit the extent of it. He’d been trying to play it cool all season long.

I hurried to the front to help him with his packages and outerwear, instantly reaching for the first bags I could get my hands on and setting them against the wall in the open foyer. He had definitely been shopping. “Hi, Angel Baby.” I kissed him squarely on the lips before taking as many other things out of his hands as I could. “Did you buy the whole store?”

He laughed, setting the rest of the items down then hanging his raincoat on the hooks in the built-in hall tree before sitting on the attached bench to remove his boots. I untangled his scarf from around his neck and pulled off his hat as he did, and he glanced up at me with a demure smile and red cheeks that had nothing to do with the forty-degree weather outside. “Thanks, Daddy. And no. I bought just enough.”

I grinned back at him, putting his gloves, hat, and scarf in their appropriate bin in the built-in cabinet beside us while he stored his boots in the ventilated cabinet under his seat. When he straightened, I pulled him against my chest and into a warm hug, just breathing him in as he reacclimated to being home.

He moaned contentedly against me, and suddenly, all my nerves fell away, and I was ready. I needed to make him mine right now.

I pulled back, finding his gaze. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow, and I rubbed his arms through his new cream-colored cashmere sweater.

“Yes. But no need to change—this sweater is so soft, and it fits you so well.”

He smirked, glancing down and rubbing what I knew were perfect abs. “It does, doesn’t it? I love it. Thank you, Daddy.”

It was a birthday present from me earlier in the month, on his actual birthday, and I was proud to admit I’d done well.

“What’s the surprise?”

I tapped his nose with a smile before taking his hand and leading him toward the back of the house. When we stepped into view of the kitchen, Tristan gasped. I watched his face, smiling as he took it all in.

I’d spent a good portion of the afternoon covering a lot of the kitchen table and ample counter space in here with candles of every shape and size, all in off-white, lit and flickering against the setting sun. We’d need to clean them up to have room to eat, but it was still too early for dinner, anyway, so I didn’t care. Dinner would come after, our first act as fiancés.

I hoped.

Tris’s mouth fell open adorably as he stepped further into the room, and my heart pounded in my chest, knowing this was the moment. I reached into my pants pocket, pulling out a ring box and dropping to one knee behind Tris. With tears in my eyes, I watched as he turned, his own eyes taking in the room until they finally landed on me.