by Sean Michael
But Chrissy was.
“You’re doing great, boy. Daddy’s so proud.” He hit that little hole a few more times, setting Chrissy’s skin on fire. “You’re beautiful. Needing for me.”
He was going to feel that heat, all around his prick.
Groaning, he hit a few more times, the flesh of Chrissy’s hole swelling some. He shuddered, the sight of Chrissy’s body submitting to him, making him burn.
“So sexy, boy. You have no idea how much you turn me on.”
Chrissy looked back at him, wide-eyed. “Yeah?”
“Fuck, yeah.” He grabbed his needy prick and slapped it against Chrissy’s newly reddened ass.
“Salem! You can’t do that!”
“What? This?” He slapped his cock against Chrissy’s butt again. “Why the hell not?” He did it a few more times for good measure.
“It’s your cock!”
“Uh-huh.” He still wasn’t sure what the problem was, although he was loving the fact that just hitting it against Chrissy’s ass had him so riled. “In your ass or on your ass, is there really that big a difference?”
“Seriously? Seriously, Jerusalem Fuller. Did you just ask me that?” Chrissy pulled away and turned to face him, arms crossed over his chest. God, that was adorable. “Just for that, you can forget getting in.”
He let a single eyebrow go up. “Don’t go throwing a tantrum now. What I meant was—I sink my cock into your ass, but you’re freaked out by my slapping it across your ass? That just doesn’t compute.”
“A tantrum?” Oh, there went those oh-so-expressive eyebrows.
“What would you call it? And for the record, I thought hitting your ass with my cock was hot.”
“I thought it was weird. And this is special to me, dammit. This is really important, not a game.”
“I don’t think it’s a game, Chrissy. It’s special to me too. I’ve never gone bareback with anyone. Ever. And I have been waiting for you for a very long time. I honestly thought it was hot.”
Chrissy looked like he was about to cry. “Me either. I never wanted to. I wasn’t waiting for you, though, because I knew better. I’m not enough.”
“Stop that. You’re everything I want and more.” He took Chrissy’s face between his hands. “I love you, Chrissy. And it’s okay if we find different things hot. I don’t have to hit your ass with my cock—I’ll just fuck you with it.”
“It’s not that. It’s that it felt like playing, and I’m not playing right now. Do you understand?”
“I promise you that I’m not playing either. And I’m sorry that you felt like I was. I was having fun, but making love, even like this, even though it’s big and serious and something brand new and wonderful, doesn’t mean it shouldn’t also be fun. But never for a second am I taking it lightly.”
“I just—I’m being stupid. Blame it on the sugar.” Chrissy rolled his eyes. “How do you want to do this? Hands and knees?”
“Chrissy, your feelings aren’t stupid.” That was more important than making love right now.
Chrissy shrugged and waved one hand, dismissing him. “I’m just syrup-silly.”
He snorted. “Syrup-silly. I’m not sure that’s a thing, but if you want to drop it, I’m willing to. As long as you know your feelings matter to me.”
“I want to drop it.” Chrissy settled back on his hands and knees, offering him that pretty ass.
“Okay, boy.” He rubbed Chrissy’s ass, paying special attention to the welts from the crop. They’d catch the mood again. He’d hurt Chrissy’s feelings. It wasn’t the first time. Chrissy had always had a fierce outer shell that protected a tender, sensitive soul, and it was easy to misjudge when he pushed too far. He’d told Chrissy it was okay to make mistakes, that they both would, and here he was, proving that to be true.
He pressed a kiss to the back of Chrissy’s neck and then slid his mouth along Chrissy’s spine, one little kiss at a time.
The stiffness lasted longer than he’d wanted, but he was patient, letting his care and love soothe the hurts. When he got to the top of Chrissy’s crack, he spread Chrissy’s asscheeks apart and licked his way down to the hot swollen hole.
“Oh…oh God.” Chrissy’s arms buckled, leaving his boy with his ass tight and open. “Please.”
“Uh-huh.” He licked some more, tongue circling the wrinkled flesh. Then he pointed his tongue and pressed it into his boy.
The heat that surrounded him made his eyes cross, the pleasure and pressure dizzying. He fucked Chrissy with his tongue, pushing it in over and over.
“Please. Oh God. So good. Please, it’s so good.”
He imagined it was. And no one had ever done this for his boy aside from him. He hummed, adding vibrations to the sensations.
“Daddy!”
He almost shot, right then and there. Fuck, that sounded amazing. He wanted to hear Chrissy say it again.
Groaning, he pushed his tongue in faster, really giving it to his boy.
His sweet boy was sobbing, writhing on his tongue, begging him for more, harder, faster.
He slid a hand to Chrissy’s belly, using it to gauge how close Chrissy was. When he felt his boy couldn’t take any more, he stopped his tongue-fucking.
“Daddy, Daddy please. Please.”
“Daddy’s going to take care of you, boy.” He grabbed the slick and spread it over his cock. “I’m going to take you in a second. Fill you and all you’ll feel is me. Hot, silky. Just me.”
“You. Hurry. Hurry, I need it. You. This.”
“I’m coming, boy.” He rubbed the tip of his cock against Chrissy’s hole, the heat of it making him groan.
Chrissy clenched, almost kissing his prick with that swollen ring.
“You’ve gotta let me in, boy.” He pressed forward, asking for entrance, and Chrissy pushed back and took him, his cock popping inside that perfect heat.
Fuck. He groaned and kept pushing, sliding farther in. Pure heat surrounded him and kept him held tight. He curled around Chrissy’s body, burying his face in Chrissy’s neck and breathing his boy in. He could feel every single motion in Chrissy’s body, every jerk and shudder.
He simply breathed for a long moment, wondering at the feeling of bare skin wrapped tightly in bare skin, nothing between them at all—not even air at that point. It was incredible.
“Feel you everywhere.” Chrissy’s moan filled him to the top.
“Yeah. Yeah.” He kissed the back of Chrissy’s neck and laid his head down on Chrissy’s shoulder. “I’m just going to stay here for a minute. We’ll never have this moment again. This first time without any barriers.”
“First time. I can’t believe this is happening. It feels so unreal.”
“Does it feel good though? Having me inside you like this?”
Chrissy chuckled softly. “Better. Amazing.”
“Good. I think I have a new addiction myself.” He shifted slightly, groaning at how incredible it felt.
Chrissy squeezed him tight, ass like a fist, and he gasped, his eyes going wide.
“Chrissy! Damn. Boy.” Moaning, he wriggled his hips, pressing in just that little bit more as he pushed as close as he could.
“Uh. Uh-huh.” Chrissy squeezed again and again, over and over, milking him.
“Such a sweet fucking ass. You’re incredible, boy. So glad you came home.” He was babbling and he knew it, but he couldn’t help himself. He was out of his mind, lost in this perfect heat.
Finally, he began to move, he couldn’t not. He kept his pace slow, wanting this to last. So he gradually pulled out, then pushed back in at the same deliberate pace.
Chrissy was quiet for the first bit, then the low, needy moans started up. He nodded when those sounds started. Yeah, he knew how Chrissy felt. This was the most amazing thing.
He could feel every flutter, every squeeze, every breath his boy took. He pressed more kisses across the back of Chrissy’s shoulders, feeling more connected to his boy now than ever. Chrissy hummed and arched under him, the mot
ion pushing him deeper inside.
He groaned. “Damn, boy, you’re tight. Hot.” He just didn’t have the words.
Chrissy’s answer was to rock on his prick, ride him harder. He grabbed hold of Chrissy’s hips, bringing him back into his thrusts, adding his strength to their movements.
“Yes…” The hiss was long and slow and made him smile.
“Daddy’s got you, boy.” He bit at Chrissy’s shoulder, and thrust in hard, hitting his boy’s gland.
“Oh!” That cry sounded so goddamn good.
He continued to thrust, to knock across Chrissy’s gland over and over.
“Please. Oh God. Don’t stop!” Needy boy.
“Not stopping. Not ever fucking stopping.” He would do this forever if he could.
“Yes. Not ever. I love—please.”
“Right here, boy. Right fucking here.”
Chrissy sobbed. “I want to see you!”
He thought that was an excellent idea. He pulled out.
“What? Where are you going?”
“You said you wanted to see me. I want to see you too. Come on, flip over.” He manhandled Chrissy over onto his back.
“Oh. Oh, I do.” There were tears on his boy’s cheek.
He bent and kissed them away, then he added more slick to his prick and settled in between Chrissy’s legs again. After lining his cock up with the little hole, he glanced up to meet Chrissy’s gaze as he pushed in.
His boy’s lips parted, the expression one of total bliss, and he fell more in love than ever.
He pushed in all the way, taking his time before his hips were snugged up against Chrissy’s ass. Chrissy nodded, and those long legs wrapped around him.
“Oh yeah, this is so much better.” He held Chrissy’s gaze as he thrust, gentling his movements. He’d pick it up again soon.
Chrissy bobbed his chin, agreeing and begging a kiss in the same motion. He gave it readily, their lips pressing together and his tongue invading Chrissy’s mouth.
Chrissy opened, moaning deep in his chest, eyes wide and searching his. He held that gaze—he wasn’t looking away, not for a second. He shifted his hips, searching for Chrissy’s gland, and when he found it, he saw it in his boy’s eyes. Oh, right there.
“Daddy…” The whisper was perfectly overwhelmed.
“I’m right here, boy. Right here for you.” He pushed in again, hitting that sweet spot bang on and making Chrissy’s body tighten all around him again.
“Right— Yes! Yes!” Chrissy screamed for him, demanding everything.
He kept thrusting, kept giving Chrissy everything, as best he could, joining them, keeping them joined. And his boy was with him, all the way, gaze fastened to him.
He moved faster, curling slightly to go in even deeper. It was like a fucking prayer. It was magic. It was everything.
“Got you, boy. Love you, boy. So good.” He’d known this would be good, but he hadn’t known it would be this good.
Chrissy nodded. “So. Love. Please.”
“Anytime you need to come. No games, no pushing, no playing. Just feeling.” He moved faster, slamming into his boy now.
“Just…Daddy. Just feeling.”
He nearly came just from hearing Chrissy call him Daddy—twice. He bit his lower lip, though, holding on by a thread.
“I want you to fill me up inside.” Chrissy surged up, kissing him hard, taking him all the way and rocking.
That was the plan. He was going to fill Chrissy deep, deep inside. Mark his baby boy and make that sweet hole his.
He jerked forward, losing his deliberate rhythm and simply pushed in, hips sawing strongly.
Chrissy threw his head back and cried out his name, jacking himself in a few hard, rough strokes. Jerusalem smacked Chrissy’s hand away and grabbed Chrissy’s cock. “Mine. This is mine. You’re mine.”
“Y-yours. Fuck. Please, give it to me!”
He squeezed Chrissy tight as he thrust, panting, sweating, and so fucking turned on it almost hurt.
“That’s an-another swat, boy. Come on, give it up.” He worked the hard cock in his hand roughly, pinching the head on the upstrokes.
Chrissy gasped for him, and the orgasm that rocked his boy burned Jerusalem to the ground. He roared out his own pleasure, Chrissy’s orgasm pulling his own from him.
His boy slumped down into the sheets, legs falling away from him. He lowered himself slowly, letting Chrissy take his weight as he panted. They sighed in unison, his boy lax and quiet beneath him.
He pressed a few kisses to Chrissy’s neck. “Love you, boy.”
“Love you.” Chrissy squeezed his cock, so gentle and easy.
“Mmm. I’m so glad the first time I ever did this bareback was with you.” He would come out in a minute, plug his seed inside his boy, but he just wanted to enjoy this sensation a little bit longer.
“Yes. Needed you.” Chrissy’s voice was blown.
“You’ve got me. And you’re going to hold me inside you the rest of the day.”
“Promise? Swear it?” That was a sweet, sweet sound, the need in that question.
“I promise, boy. I have a nice plug chosen. A nice size, not too heavy, but enough to feel.”
“I’ve never worn one before you. I’ve used a few dildos before, but never a plug.”
“So you did manage to use one despite the roommates, eh? Shows how much you needed it. You don’t have to hide your needs with me.”
“No, I’m talking about before. I haven’t been at the house for the whole time. I used to have one in my backpack when I was couch surfing.”
“So it’s been a long time.” He let Chrissy take a little more of his weight as he grabbed the plug he’d set aside and slicked it up.
“Yeah. Once in your old place. In the shower.”
“I would have totally played with you, baby. Made you fly.” Shower sex rocked, all that hot, slick water.
“I couldn’t…I couldn’t share that.”
“You can now, though. I want to hear your fantasies. No matter how tame or perverse, Daddy wants to know.” Daddy wanted to make them all come true.
Oh, he could feel Chrissy’s response all around his cock. No matter what Chrissy said, his body told the tale of how much Chrissy needed a Daddy—how much Chrissy needed him.
“You ready for me to come out? You’ll have to squeeze tight—I don’t want you losing a drop of my come.”
“I—I like having you in me.” Sweet boy.
He nodded. “And I like being in you. I’ll stay a little bit longer.” At some point, he was going to slip out no matter how much neither of them wanted that, but he would stay in as long as he could.
“I can’t believe this. I love—” Chrissy blushed dark and hid his face in his arm.
“You’ve already said you love me, boy. Don’t go all shy on me now.” He kissed Chrissy’s cheek. “And I always want to hear what you have to say.”
“I don’t always want you to. I want you to think I’m cool.”
The corners of his lips twitched. “Baby, I think you’re better than just cool.”
“You know what I mean. I feel so…tired of trying to be better than I am.”
“I just want you to be you, boy. I’m not asking you to be anyone you’re not.”
“I know. I am.”
“Ah. Well, if you’re making yourself crazy over it, you should stop.” He licked Chrissy’s lips.
“Butthead man.” Chrissy nipped his bottom lip, not enough to hurt, just enough to burn.
He growled softly. “Be nice. I still have to plug you.”
Chrissy squeezed him tight. “You do.”
“I’m going to have to come out first.” He knew neither of them wanted that, but he also knew it was going to happen—and sooner than later at this point. “Squeeze, boy. Don’t lose a drop.”
He pulled out carefully, watching Chrissy’s face as he did. Chrissy’s lips tightened, his boy concentrating hard. So sweet. Such a good, good boy.
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sp; He slicked up the plug and pressed it between Chrissy’s legs. “You’re going to love this.”
“I love you.”
Yes. And saying it this time seemed natural as breathing for his boy.
“I love you too.” He pushed the plug in, watching as Chrissy’s hole opened up around it, his boy’s ass seeming to suck it in whole.
Chrissy took it easily, up to the widest part, where he groaned softly.
“You can do this. You’re going to love it. You’re going to feel it all day long. Sitting is going to be fun.” He was going to make sure it got wiggled a lot.
“I know. Doesn’t hurt. Just a nice stretch.”
“Good. It’s not supposed to hurt. It is however supposed to stretch you.” Everything they did together was supposed to stretch.
He settled the plug, then patted the base of it.
Chrissy groaned and wrapped one hand in the sheets to cover himself.
“I’ve got you, baby.”
“Thank you, D-daddy.”
He hummed. That sounded so good coming from Chrissy, even if his boy was bright red and shaking with nerves. He wrapped his arms around his boy, holding on tight.
Chapter Six
“I’m heading out job hunting. I’ll be back.” Christian needed a job, especially if he was going to stay here. He needed a job, a beer, and a cigarette. It had been a week, almost. A week of wild sex, weirdness, and Salem.
He smoothed down his best set of khakis and a simple blue sweater over his sort of stained white shirt.
Salem tilted his head. “I do have an iron you could use. And a shirt you could borrow as yours has seen better days.”
“No one will see the shirt with my sweater on.” He just needed to wander and see if someone wanted a server or a dishwasher. He was easy.
“You sure? It’ll only take a couple minutes to spruce up a tiny bit more, give you a better chance.”
“Okay. Sure.” Whatever let him pay his phone bill and whatever rent Salem needed.
Salem looked pleased and went to the cupboard in the hall, bringing out an iron and ironing board. “Strip.”
“Bossy.” He unfastened his belt and skinned out of the trousers. “I’m going to buy a new pair soon.”
He knew they were well-loved, but they were the best he had.
