Stephen (BOY: ISO Book 1)

by Sean Michael

  He wanted…everything. Every inch of his boy. And he wanted to do all the things to Stephen, with Stephen. Groaning, he pressed hard against his boy’s thigh. He wanted to tell Stephen they didn’t need to worry about condoms, but that brought with it a whole other discussion he didn’t think Stephen was ready for.

  Please. You’re everywhere… The thought seemed to come from everywhere.

  I want you. Now. He let the thought push from him and move into Stephen. Into his boy. His boy. His.

  Stephen gasped and nodded, pupils huge.

  He grabbed the lube from the bedside table and pushed a slick finger into his boy, moving it around, pushing it as deep as he could. Stephen rocked, taking him eagerly.

  He pressed in another finger, sliding the two of them in and out of Stephen’s tight little hole. He spread them wide, letting his fingers drag against the ring of muscles.

  Stephen cried out for him and he pushed in a third finger, eager to hear more of those noises, more of that need.

  “Oh, I can’t breathe, it’s so good.”

  He searched for Stephen’s gland, wanting to make his boy gasp and remember he was breathing.

  Stephen reached for him, hands grasping and needy.

  He took another kiss, giving Stephen as much of him as he could. His teeth grazed Stephen’s lower lip, little explosions lighting up behind his eyes.

  Champ felt himself growling, the deep noise enough to make Stephen stare.

  He wanted Stephen, so badly. He needed to bury himself inside his boy.

  “Please, yes. I ache for it.”

  Without thinking, he set his cockhead against that inviting little hole. Stephen moaned and rolled his hips, pulling him in.

  He sank slowly in, groaning at the sensation of his boy holding him tight and pulling him in deeper. “Mine.”

  He needed Stephen to understand.

  Stephen moaned, but that wasn’t enough.

  “Say it. Say you’re mine. Say you belong to Daddy.”

  Stephen’s ass clenched around his cock, stealing his breath.

  “Say it, boy.” He pushed in a little deeper, pinging off his gland.

  “Yours! I’m yours!”

  “You belong to?”

  “Daddy. Please, give me more!”

  He did, fucking Stephen with all he was, pumping in hard, and Stephen took him, every inch. Stephen cried out, calling to him, begging him for more.

  He grabbed Stephen’s legs, encouraging him to wrap them around his waist. Stephen responded like a dream, squeezing him tight.

  “So good, boy. So right.” It was like Stephen had been made for him, body sheathing his cock so perfectly. He kept thrusting, but any sort of rhythm had disappeared.

  He was desperate to mark Stephen inside, and he groaned deep in his chest. “I want to make you mine.”

  “Yes. Yes, yours. I want to be yours.”

  That’s what he wanted to hear, and he lost himself in pounding into his boy, into coming with Stephen. His boy moaned, ass humping against him, working his cock like a mad thing.

  He managed to get his hand around Stephen’s cock. “Together. We do this together.” They were a pair, two that made a unit together. They would come together, spill and fill at the same time.

  Leaning in, he bit at Stephen’s neck, and sure enough, that electricity was still there, shooting through him and through Stephen. Everywhere.

  “Yes. Together. Please.” Stephen’s fingers trailed over his birthmark, and he roared.

  Squeezing Stephen’s cock tight, he bit again as he slammed into Stephen’s body, connecting them every way he could think of. Now!

  Heat poured over his fingers, slick and needy as he shot, filling Stephen with his seed, his orgasm reflected at him by Stephen.

  His. His. His. His boy had come home.

  He moved a few more times, the aftershocks from their orgasms echoing through him, through Stephen, because he could feel his boy’s pleasure as well as his own.

  “I—whoa.” Stephen blinked at him, dazed.

  “I know. I feel it too.” How could he not? “I’m going to plug you, keep my seed inside you.”

  “Oh please. Yes.”

  His good, good boy.

  “If I come out, can you hold my spunk inside you while I get the plug?” He hadn’t planned on this, so he didn’t have anything at the ready.

  “I will. I’ll try. You’re big.”

  “I fit perfectly, though, don’t I?” He licked Stephen’s lips, then took a kiss. “I’ll give you a few minutes before coming out.” He liked being sheathed by Stephen’s body.

  “Like I was made for you. The stretch feels like heaven.” Stephen worked his prick.

  “You were made for me.” He believed it sincerely. And now it would be a fact. Stephen and he belonged together.

  He pressed easy kisses on Stephen’s face, his fingers wandering, touching everywhere he could reach. His boy’s skin was like silk beneath his fingers.

  “You look so happy. So at peace,” Stephen whispered.

  “I am. You make me happy. I’ve been looking for you for so very long.”

  “Me?” That tiny hole clenched and squeezed.

  “You, Stephen. I know you can feel the bond between us.”

  “I want to. I think…you’re special, Sir. Truly.”

  “I am. And you are. We are together.” He kissed Stephen long and slow. “Are you ready to hold my come in?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m ready to keep you in.” Those mismatched eyes were clear, sure.

  “Good boy.” He slid out slowly, Stephen so tight around him all the way. He tapped the ring of muscles to encourage his boy to close.

  Not a drop slipped out, and he patted Stephen’s belly. “Good boy. I’ll be right back.”

  “Thank you. I’ll be good. I promise.”

  “I know you will be. I believe in you.” He kissed Stephen again, then went to the closet. “I have a lot of toys in here. There’s more in the playroom of course, but there’s some nice plugs here.”

  “This is an amazing home. A good place.”

  “Thank you. I’m glad you like it.” He looked through the box with the plugs in it, wanting the perfect one. Not too heavy but enough heft that his boy would feel it. And he needed his seed to stay in, do its work.

  He returned to the bed and showed off the metal plug he’d chosen.

  “It’s shiny.” Not it’s big or cold or round. Shiny.

  “It is. Maybe we should find one with some bling for next time.” He actually had a pretty rainbow one that he thought his boy would like, but it was heavy. Stephen would have to really work to keep that one in.

  “I like pretty. I will do as you wish.” Because that was what Stephen craved. The ability to rest.

  “I have a few pretty ones. And we can go shopping for more.” He thought browsing the online stores would be a lot of fun for them to do together. He climbed onto the bed and settled back between Stephen’s legs.

  “You don’t have to waste money on me.”

  “Spending money on you is not a waste, boy. You are special. I will keep saying it until you believe it.”

  He knew his boy had been harmed, hurt badly. It would take time. But he had all the time in the world, and he believed in his boy.

  He slicked up the plug. “I imagine you’re ready for this. You’ve done so well not to lose a drop.”

  “Thank you, Daddy.” The honorific was offered over, so so careful.

  He purred at that, gazing happily into Stephen’s eyes. Good boy. Such a good boy. And look at that glow. His boy was magic.

  He pushed the head of the plug against Stephen’s hole and pressed. “Let me in, boy.”

  Stephen nodded, body fighting to relax. He gently stroked Stephen’s balls, giving him something else to focus on.

  So soft, so velvety, so sensitive.

  “Here we go.” He pushed, and this time Stephen had relaxed enough to let the plug into the sweet body.

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p; “Thank you, Daddy.” Stephen sighed and smiled. “Thank you so much.”

  Once he’d breached Stephen’s hole, the plug slid all the way easily, filling Stephen up. His boy spread wide, eyes going heavy lidded.

  Clearly this was something his boy craved deep inside.

  “You need to be filled,” he pointed out, and Stephen moaned and nodded.

  “I can make that happen. I can keep you filled even when you’re not here.” There were plugs that were comfortable enough for long-term use.

  “As you wish. I want your will.”

  “You’ll have it.” He would definitely find a way to impose his will even when they weren’t together. This was his boy. His. Top to bottom and heart and soul.

  “I—You don’t have to make promises. You don’t know if you’ll like me yet.”

  “Of course I like you. You wouldn’t be here with me like this if you weren’t already important to me.” The connection was immediate and perfect, and he’d never questioned it. “You’re mine, remember.”

  “I was just trying to be good.”

  “I want you to be yourself. That’s what is most important. Because you are what’s important.”

  Stephen pinked, and Champ could tell he was working the plug. Sweet, needy boy. He really was perfect.

  Champ gave Stephen a long, lazy kiss, then settled in the bed with his boy. “It’s going to be a wonderful weekend.”

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you. So much.” Stephen snuggled in with a little hum.

  It felt so good, so right. And Champ held on tight now, like he planned to continue to do.

  Chapter Eight

  Stephen woke up warm and full and a little confused.

  Where was he?

  What was going on?

  What the fuck?

  A low, calming purr sounded and a big hand stroked his hip, patting gently.

  Oh. Champ. The huge fierce daddy of a man. Whoa.

  That hand wrapped around his hip and tugged him in closer.

  His body felt heated, like the plug inside was soft, necessary. God, they hadn’t used a condom and then Champ had plugged him with Champ’s seed inside him. The thought should have made him worried, but it didn’t. It made him happy, his only worry that Champ might think—

  “Good morning, boy.” Champ stroked his belly, fingertips sliding on his skin.

  “Good morning. I feel so warm.” He stretched, moaning.

  “You are warm—you feel good.”

  “I do.” He nuzzled against Champ. “We didn’t use protection. I’m sorry. I promise I don’t have any STDs, I won’t make you sick.”

  “And I won’t make you sick. I should have asked last night, but I was caught up in the moment and it felt right. I should have taken more care of you.”

  Stephen put his fingers against Champ’s lips. Maybe he shouldn’t have, but he believed Champ—he knew Champ would never do anything to hurt him like that. And it had felt right. So right. Even now when they weren’t in the heat of the moment it felt right. “I believe you. It’s okay.”

  Champ kissed him gently, the aura of warmth that surrounded them settling even more around them.

  “Do you need me to make you breakfast?” He didn’t want to get up, but he would.

  “We’ll order something for breakfast. I don’t need you to serve me—I’d rather spend time with you like this.”

  Everything Champ said made him ache with need. “I’d love that. Thank you.”

  “No, thank you. This is how I want to spend the day. The weekend even. Maybe the rest of our lives…”

  “Oh, you don’t know me though. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

  “Boy, I will put you over my knee.”

  “What?”

  “Every time you put yourself down, I am going to put you over my knee and spank you. I don’t want to hear you putting yourself down like that. You know I don’t believe it.”

  He gasped at Champ, shocked at the rush of arousal that hit him.

  “You glow and you’re mine and wonderful. I’ll keep saying it. I’ll say it over and over, and at some point, you are going to actually believe me.”

  He ducked his head, hiding away in his hair.

  Champ pushed his hair from his face and tilted his chin. “You don’t have to hide from me.”

  “Yes, Sir.” His cheeks were on fire.

  Champ kissed one, then the other, lips even hotter than his own skin. “So beautiful.”

  “Thank you, Sir. Seriously.”

  “Thank you—for being here with me.” Champ’s eyes seemed to shine as they looked down at him.

  “We have all weekend. All weekend together.” And he was excited.

  “We do. There’s so many things I want to do with you, but we’ll have more than this weekend so we don’t have to do it all. Much as I’d like to, I also want to enjoy and savor every moment with you.”

  “I could just spend the day snuggling, if that’s what you want.”

  “I could, too, but I think you like being pushed, just a little. And we need to get in what we can before you have to go back to school. One day, you’ll be here, and I’ll get to see you every day.”

  “That’s a wonderful thought.” A lovely idea, really.

  “I’d move you in today if you’d let me.”

  “Marc needs me to pay my half of the rent.” And Champ didn’t know him. Not really. And what would happen if Champ decided he sucked?

  “You could keep paying your half of the rent until you can find someone else to room with him, couldn’t you?” Champ rubbed their cheeks together.

  “I…” His eyelids went heavy. “Oh, that’s lovely.”

  “If we were beasts, I’d be scenting you—marking you as mine.” Champ changed cheeks, rubbing the other sides together.

  “You’re not a beast. You’re the classiest man I’ve ever known.” And he meant that. Champ was special.

  “Thank you, boy.” Champ purred for him, then licked at his neck, which, just like yesterday, felt amazing, all tingly and good, so he lifted his chin and begged for more. He loved the pleasure, the attention. The sparks.

  Champ placed kiss after kiss over his neck, licking and nipping, too, and it all went straight to his balls.

  His nipples drew up like they were trying to call Champ’s attention, get some love. Champ moved unhurriedly toward them, each kiss getting closer to his little nubs of flesh.

  He breathed in time with his new lover, and he swore he could feel the beating of his heart in his nipples.

  Then Champ reached his right nipple, nibbling at it, tongue flicking across it.

  “Oh. Oh, wow.” Just wow. That tiny touch made him dizzy, and it all felt so big.

  He felt Champ’s smile against his nipple. “You feel it too.”

  “It’s big.” It was amazing. Necessary.

  “It is. It’s huge. It’s everything.” Champ grabbed his nipple between his lips and sucked hard.

  His eyes went wide, and he bucked, his hips rolling like Champ was taking him. The suction continued, each pull harder than the last, each one making his hips pump. He thought about asking Champ to stop, but he didn’t want it to end. At all.

  He felt like he would come like this, if Champ didn’t stop. The speed of Champ’s suction increased, and so did his hips.

  One of Champ’s hands stopped his hips from thrusting, the pressing on his nipple fierce and wild.

  He screamed when Champ closed sharp teeth around his flesh, the bright pain perfect and right. His ass clenched around the plug filling it, and he slammed his head back into the pillows.

  Champ bit again, fingers sliding over his balls, rolling them in their sac. He shot, the touches unbearably good, so right.

  Purring, Champ eased his hold on Stephen’s nipple, pulling gently now, and leaving little aftershocks running through him.

  “Oh…thank you.” That had been amazing.

  “It was my pleasure, boy.” Champ rubbed his cheek against Stephen’s ot
her nipple.

  All he could do was whimper, the sound near desperate.

  “So wonderfully needy.” Champ slid his hand through the mess on Stephen’s belly, then held it up to lick at the come on his fingers.

  Fuck, that was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

  Then Champ offered his fingers to Stephen. He cried out and leaned forward, sucking Champ’s fingers in. Champ moaned as he tongued the fingertips and pulled on the digits in his mouth. He groaned and bit, pulling harder and harder.

  “Fuck.” Champ pushed against him, cock hard and leaking at the tip as it rubbed against him.

  He reached down and stroked it, petting it with a firm hand.

  “So good, boy. Every touch. Every suck.”

  He nodded and sucked a little harder, slapping the huge fingers with his tongue. He worked the plug in his ass, letting it drive him higher again.

  Another groan answered his movements. “You’re getting hard again. My sweet, needy lover.”

  “I am. I can’t help it.” He wasn’t sorry, but he knew it was unusual. Intense.

  “No, and neither can I. You are a compulsion. My very own boy.” Champ’s mouth covered his again, the kiss intense, full of passion. He met it, equally as hungry. Again. Still.

  “I want you, boy. I’m going to take the plug out and have my wicked way with you.”

  “I’m yours.” He could be Champ’s. He could.

  “You are. Every inch of you.” Ducking, Champ took his left nipple, sucking hard as he played with the plug inside Stephen’s body, slowly turning it inside him.

  He gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head.

  Purring, Champ pulled harder, now fucking him with the plug.

  Every time Champ tugged it out, he held it at the wider point and stretched him. He turned his head from side to side, whimpering and moaning.

  He didn’t know if he wanted to beg Champ to stop or to make it go on and on.

  “Not going to stop anytime soon.” Champ made it sound like a promise.

  “Yes…Flying for you, Daddy. Soaring.”

  Champ purred, the sound pleased. It also vibrated his nipple, the sensations going straight to his balls. He spread, desperately searching for some space inside him.

  Finally, Champ pulled the plug right out, leaving him empty. So empty.