by Luna, David
He couldn’t hold back any longer. He picked Asher up, sat him on his lap, and leaned back into the cushions so they could be more comfortable. “I feel the same. I think it’s in large part due to the lifestyle. It takes a lot to trust someone as much as you have learned to trust me when you are regressing. You took a leap of faith in me, and for that I will be forever grateful.”
Asher smiled shyly up at him. “You’re very persuasive.”
Thornton chuckled, knowing there was some truth to that. “There’s also the fact that I basically haven’t left your side since the day I became your husband.”
That surprised a giggle out of Asher, and he smiled, loving the sound of his boy’s sweet laugh. When Asher finally sobered, he nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I guess that’s true.”
“We’ve essentially squeezed in—at least by my estimation—a six-month relationship into four weeks. Add in the fact we’re living as Daddy and boy, which might add another six months of trust and relationship growth to the mix. Hell, and the fact I became your husband the day we met adds in at least six more months.”
Asher snorted. A disbelieving look coupled with exasperated amusement was written all over his boy’s face. “So, eighteen months… by your estimation.”
He grinned and nodded emphatically, glad Asher understood. “Exactly.”
Asher huffed and rolled his eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Be that as it may, there’s some truth to everything I just said. We’ve basically lived a condensed version of a lengthier relationship within the last month.”
Asher thought about that for a couple of beats. “So, you feel like we’re ready for cohabitation as a result of this condensed relationship timeline you’ve created in your head?”
He shrugged. “In a nutshell.”
Asher shook his head. “Thornton.”
Thornton gave him the sexiest, most persuasive smile he could muster. “Asher, who am I to you?”
“Daddy.” When Asher sighed, and doubt creeped into his eyes, Thornton sat up, knowing he needed to be serious, or he’d feed into Asher’s fears that they weren’t real or they were moving too fast. He lifted his sweet boy and lay him on the sofa, stretching out on top of him, careful not to put too much weight on him. He lifted Asher’s thigh along his, hooking Asher’s foot behind his own calf. “Wrap yourself around me, baby.”
Asher followed orders and wrapped his arms around Thornton. His boy had been starved for touch for so long, the simplest of caresses seemed to ignite him, but in a position like they were in now, Asher’s eyes dilated, and his breathing got heavier. He clasped Asher’s cheek in his hand and met his gaze. “I know I was teasing you, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that what I was saying is true. Do you understand that?”
Asher nodded, but that wasn’t enough, so he waited on a proper response. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Asher, I want you in my life, but not just that—I want you in my home. I want this to be our home. I don’t want our relationship to backslide. I want it to move forward. The only way I see for that to happen is for you to stay with me, be mine. I can’t fully take care of my boy if I barely see you.”
“But it doesn’t mean we can’t see each other.”
“I don’t think you’ll be happy going back to your apartment. Are you going to want to sleep alone after this? Are you going to be satisfied eating dinner alone and being unable to regress fully because Daddy isn’t there to take care of you?”
“I don’t know,” Asher replied. “Can I think about it, Daddy?”
“Yeah. Of course you can.”
Asher nodded. “So, I’ll move home—”
He closed his eyes, and that, along with his expression, must have given away his displeasure because Asher rushed to explain. “I just… I feel so overwhelmed by you and by this and by us. It’s like I’m in this happiness fog, and I can’t tell what’s real and what’s imagined because I don’t have a dose of reality to bring me back down to earth. I have to step away to see if… when I’m not…”
“Under my influence?”
Asher gave him a sad smile but nodded. “Yeah.”
God, that was the last thing he wanted for them, but he had to give Asher the space to figure out what he needed, even if he wanted to take over and run every single bit of Asher’s life until he had nothing to worry about and no anxiety plaguing him.
He knew that was too much—he knew his urges with Asher were borderline controlling and overprotective—but he couldn’t help what he wanted. His boy brought out every single protective instinct he had. He knew he’d have to come clean about what he wanted. He hadn’t shown half of the possessiveness he felt towards Asher because, frankly, he hadn’t wanted to scare him away.
Asher bit his lip, worrying it between his teeth. Thornton nudged that plump lip with his thumb, pulling it out, running his thumb along its soft surface. When Asher’s tongue slid out and gave it a tentative lick, Thornton groaned and buried his head in the crook of Asher’s neck. “Daddy?”
His boy’s sweet whisper tipped him over the edge into full on arousal. His cock strained the confines of his jeans. He kept his face where it was while he answered. “Yeah, baby boy?”
“Remember your promise?”
That brought his head up because, for a second, he actually didn’t. And then… he did. A week prior, he’d finally acquiesced and given Asher the orgasm he’d been waiting for. He’d pleasured his boy for as long as he could stand it and then finally sucked his beautiful, hard cock until he spilled deep down Thornton’s throat. And his poor boy had loved and hated it with equal measure when his clenched muscles had hurt his ribs like hell at the same time he was coming.
Thornton figured it had been quite a mindfuck, and he’d sworn he wouldn’t try again for a week. And it had been exactly a week. “I don’t know if you’re ready, sweetheart. It killed me when I hurt you last week.”
“I’m ready. Please. I need you. You’ve been prepping me. I promise I can take it. I need to feel you inside of me. Please.”
“Baby boy.”
“Daddy, it’s our last night.”
God, he hated the sound of Asher calling this their last night. “Don’t say that, baby. It’s too final.”
Asher acquiesced with a nod of his head, but still, so much desire burned in his eyes. “Daddy, I need to feel you filling me up. I want to feel you come deep inside of me. Please.”
Jesus god, such sweet begging. He’d gotten tested during their wait. Asher hadn’t wanted a condom between them, and honestly, neither had he, so it hadn’t been a hard sell. And he had been prepping him. While he hadn’t allowed his boy to orgasm before or after that single time a week back, he’d begun prepping Asher for his cock. It had started almost from the very beginning.
Every night when he gave his boy a hot bubble bath, he’d started with one finger, then two, finally three. From there, he’d used a few dildos similar in size to his own cock, and those had taken a while for Asher to get used to. They were much longer than his fingers. He needed to use the dildos to stretch his boy’s greedy hole, but he always started with his fingers because he had to have a piece of him inside of his boy.
Asher’s lip was between his teeth again, waiting for his response. And the blown pupils, flushed cheeks, and earnest expression were more than he could handle. He licked up Asher’s throat and nipped across his jaw until he could kiss Asher’s sweet lips. He gripped Asher’s chin in his hand, turning his head to the side, and nibbled his way over to his ear before biting the lobe. “Does my baby boy want to give his sweet virgin hole to Daddy?”
The whimpers were like music to his ears. “Yes. Please, Daddy.”
Suddenly, he wanted it just as badly. Four fucking weeks was a long goddamned time to wait for such a delectable little morsel. It had been painful—so painful—holding off. And he’d allowed his boy to explore him and get him off whenever the mood struck, and for a virgin boy, the mood struck. A lot.
He
lived for the days his boy was playing in his playroom and then wandered into his office, sometimes walking, sometimes crawling, to make him come with his nimble hands or his talented mouth. He’d needed a lot of direction at first, but to be the one to teach his boy exactly how to lick, suck, bite, nip, caress, rub, and massage him to perfection was a gift that kept on giving.
Asher was a sponge, soaking up praise, attention, and direction, relishing being touched and thrilling in doing the touching. He stood and helped Asher up and then walked ahead of his boy, his hand outstretched behind him, fingers splayed for Asher’s smaller ones to slip between his own. He led, Asher followed, it was their way and they both thrived in that space.
Up the stairs, Asher’s hand still in his as he quietly made his way upstairs, he was aware of Asher’s soft skin against his own. The boy’s hand was just a bit bigger than half the size of his. Everything of Asher’s was dainty and small. Asher seemed to think it could be attributed to his Fetal Alcohol Syndrome, but there was absolutely nothing wrong with his boy. He was perfection, through and through.
Once he had Asher in their bedroom, he slowly tugged his boy flush against him. He clasped his boy’s face in his hands and murmured, “Are you sure about this?”
Asher nodded, eyes wide. “Yes. I can’t wait any longer. I need you. Make me yours.”
Thornton pulled Asher in for a soft kiss, but when Asher gripped his shirt and tugged him closer, he let out a growl and plundered Asher’s mouth. His lips, tongue, and teeth took possession of Asher with every kiss, lick, and bite. When they were both breathing heavily, utterly consumed with each other, Thornton pulled back and smiled at the way Asher leaned forward, chasing his lips for more.
Thornton couldn’t help but give his boy what he wanted, but in the form of several chaste kisses, chuckling when Asher pouted. “I’ll take care of you. Let me unwrap my gift.”
The blush that bloomed over Asher’s skin warmed Thornton’s heart. He’d never tire of the fact he could affect Asher with just a few sweet words. He knew it was an addiction he’d be adding to his list. His ever-growing, Asher addiction list of things that drove him absolutely crazy about the sweet boy in his arms.
He made slow, sensual work of taking Asher’s clothes off. For every bit he revealed, he trailed kisses, licks, and nips along Asher’s skin, branding him inch by tantalizing inch. But his boy wasn’t idle, waiting on him for permission to touch. Asher’s hands were in his hair, his nails scratching over his scalp, down his neck, along his shoulders, up his arms. Always touching.
The sensation of Asher’s roving fingers mapping out his own body was something he’d always treasure. When his lovely boy was naked, cock proudly jutting up from his body, Thornton stood and walked a circle around him, trailing his fingertips up his arm, down his back, along his lower back, up his side, and over his belly, making Asher shiver.
Loving the fresh goosebumps all over Asher’s skin, he leaned in and could feel the warmth of Asher’s cheek nearly touching his own. “You’re so beautiful, baby boy.”
And he was; just perfect in every possible way. Lust shot through Thornton as Asher shuddered from his words alone. He started to yank his shirt over his head, but Asher stopped him with his hands on the bottom hem of his tee. “Daddy, can I undress you?”
He nodded and had to take a deep breath to calm himself down. Asher inched his shirt up, his fingers caressing over Thornton’s skin, grazing his nipples, sending shock waves of pleasure zinging down to Thornton’s dick. But when his shirt was gone and he’d assumed Asher would divest him quickly of his pants and the rest, all he did was slip a single finger into the band of his jeans and brush the back of it against Thornton’s lower abdomen, back and forth.
How that exact spot had become some new erogenous zone, Thornton had no idea. But by the time Asher had finally stopped his torture, it took everything in Thornton not to toss Asher on the bed and fuck him senseless. He couldn’t keep a growl from escaping his throat, though, and he watched as Asher’s skin pinked with another blush, and the boy met his eyes as he bit his lip.
“Take the rest of Daddy’s clothes off, now. I can’t wait any longer for you to be stretched out on our bed underneath me.”
Asher nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
Fucking fuck.
He knew Asher wasn’t trying to manipulate him with his sweet, innocent, soft voice, but it really fucking did it for him. Finally, his pants and boxer briefs were down around his ankles, and he stepped out of them. But when he thought Asher would stand, his sweet boy gazed up at him as he gripped Thornton’s steely length. “Daddy?”
His voice grated out when he replied, “Yeah, baby?”
“I want to worship your cock someday.”
His brow furrowed. “You’ve already sucked Daddy’s cock. But I’m always willing to have my boy on his knees for me.”
“Hmm mm.” Asher shook his head and leaned in to breathe in the smell of Thornton’s manhood, rubbing Thornton’s cock along his smooth cheek, eyes closing in near ecstasy like Thornton’s dick was something he’d dreamt about but never been allowed to touch. Thornton cupped the back of his boy’s head, holding him close. When Asher finally opened his eyes, his pupils blown, lips open as he puffed out little aroused breaths, Thornton nearly lost it then and there.
Thornton cleared his throat, swallowed. “No?”
Asher slowly shook his head but kept Thornton’s dick against his cheek, and somehow the movement of his dick against Asher’s soft skin was enough to have him dripping precum. But then Asher said, “No, Daddy. I want to be your cock warmer all day. I want to be on my knees worshiping it. I want to touch it and take care of it and make it happy over and over again.”
Fucking hell. His voice was a guttural whisper when he replied, “How is it that this dirty little boy at my feet is the same one whose virginity I’m going to take in a matter of minutes? You wanna be my little cock warmer? Hmm? My pretty, dirty, little cockslut?”
Asher nodded without saying a word, Thornton’s dick still pressed up against his cheek until Asher turned to the side, licked up his shaft, and took it into his mouth. Moved his sweet, hot mouth up and down Thornton’s cock, eyes never leaving Thornton’s. He finally let it go with a pop. “Yes, Daddy. I want to be your pretty, dirty, little cockslut more than anything. Does that make me a bad boy?”
He squeezed his eyes shut and tilted his head back, unable to believe his sweet innocent boy had all these hot little fantasies he’d never shared. Fuck, but they were going to have fun together. Finally, after getting hold of himself, he lowered his gaze back to Asher. “Do you want to be my bad little boy?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Yeah? You want Daddy to use your body for his own pleasure? Take you rough, use you hard? You want to be under Daddy’s control, ordered to get on your knees and present your ass whenever I want? Is that what my sweet little virgin wants from his Daddy?”
“Yes, please.”
“But you also want to remain my sweet, innocent, virgin boy too, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“My little angel boy and my little devil boy, all wrapped up in such a pretty package. You continue to surprise me, baby, and that makes Daddy very happy.”
Thornton leaned down and helped Asher up, sitting him gently on the edge of the bed. He longed to toss Asher back onto it and fuck into him fast and hard after his dirty request, but not for his first time and not while his ribs weren’t ready for it. But to know Asher craved rougher handling and more control, when they’d never even talked about it? Oh fuck, did he want to give it to him.
He liked the rougher side of sex, but if his boy had never wanted to explore that, he would have been fine without it. Asher was worth more than the loss of that part of himself. But knowing he didn’t have to cheat himself of those urges more than thrilled him. He liked a good hard fuck, and he liked taking a boy over until he was well-used and wrung dry.
His cock was about to explode, and h
e knew he had to get himself under control for Asher’s sake. He leaned over Asher. “Wrap your arms around me.”
Scooping his hand under Asher’s ass, the boy’s legs on either side of his hips, he maneuvered Asher further up on the bed. When his boy’s head lay against the pillows, he moved back a bit and kneeled between his legs. Asher’s eyes met his, and his knees, which were bent, slowly lowered out to his sides, opening himself to his Daddy’s hungry gaze.
Unable and unwilling to deprive himself of such a gift, he lay down on the bed, gently palmed the back of Asher’s thighs, and pushed them back to split the boy even wider open for his mouth. God, the first taste of his boy’s most intimate place, the sweet musk revving him up even more, was unlike anything he’d ever tasted. Asher’s body was made for him and him alone.
The moans and whimpers he got when he licked from the boy’s hole up to his taint and back down again were music to his ears. Asher, unable to curl enough to grip his hair, reached as far as he could, hand cupping his cock and moaning. But when his tongue breached Asher’s sweet hole, the boy cried out and began to undulate as much as he could, pushing back against Thornton’s face.
“Daddy… please.” His boy’s breathless, desperate whisper had him gazing up, but Asher’s eyes were squeezed shut, head thrown back into the pillows.
“Please what, baby?”
“I don’t want to wait. Don’t make me wait.”
“You want Daddy inside of you, little boy?”
“God, please! Yes, yes, yes.”
Kneeling on the bed again, he reached over Asher to grab the lube from the nightstand drawer, loving Asher’s hands roaming over every part of Thornton’s body he could touch. Thornton squeezed some lube onto his fingers and slowly, methodically readied Asher for his cock. It wouldn’t take long—they’d been prepping him for weeks—but he wasn’t going to shove in without every precaution to make sure his boy was ready for him.
He met Asher’s gaze, pouring more lube in his palm. “Nothing between us?”
Chapter Twenty-One
