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It feels like a dream. You and me here, at my apartment. I’ve never been fond of living with anyone, but before I knew it, you’d moved in. And bought plants. Bob and Henry, among others.

It’s different with you. You still sulk when I leave in the morning and come back late at night, doing my me day. I need it to stay sane. Even if you don’t understand. Even if you think I need time off from you. 

I need time off from everyone.

No calls. No texts. No social media. Pure solitude for a day.

I still haven’t turned on my phone when I come home. I will do that tomorrow. It’s past 10 p.m., past my boy’s bedtime, so I am trying to be as quiet as possible.

Lo and behold, no lights are on, the apartment is completely dark. Silent too. The floor creaks as it always does when I walk down the hallway, pushing the door to the bedroom open. You lie on your side, sleeping mask on, breathing peacefully.

I smile. You respected our bedtime rule, and that sparks something deep within me. That disciplinarian side that comes out every now and then. I want my boy to be happy and healthy, and sleep is very important to achieve that goal.

I take a shower with the bedroom and bathroom door closed so the sound doesn’t disturb you. And then, in a fresh pair of briefs and with my hair still damp, I come to bed.

You’ve changed positions (like you often do); you’re facing the window now, away from me. I get under the blanket, it’s just one massive thing, covering the entire bed and brushing the floor at the edges. It’s nice and warm already.

Carefully, I attach myself to your back, folding my arm to rest my head on my biceps. “You’re back,” you break the silence with your whisper.

“Did you doubt it?” I ask with a kiss to the back of your neck. I inhale you, smile.

“I always do. Every time.”

Wrapping my free arm around your waist, I seal us together. “I would never leave,” I say, the smile in my voice rather evident. “What would Henry and Bob do without me?” I wait for your remark, the one that will definitely come, but nothing … until—

You kick me.

“You’re a little shit,” I chuckle against your neck and squeeze your body to mine. 

This is how it always goes, and it’s strangely comforting.

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“I have a request,” you say after a few moments have passed, and I’ve almost drifted off to sleep. It feels sudden, dragging me out of that half-asleep state. Clearly, you are nowhere close to it yourself. 

“Mh.”

You answer with a roll of your hips, waking up another part of me. Huh. You do it again, this time more determinedly as if you’re actively trying to turn me on.

“What are you doing?” I growl against your ear, stilling you by wrapping my arm more firmly around your chest.

“I want to warm your cock.” That does it. Fuck. You keep bucking, interlacing your fingers with mine on your stomach. “Daddy …” you whine as I stiffen against you, it’s hard not to notice.

“You’re supposed to sleep,” I scold you.

“I just want it in me.”

“Did you get ready for me?” I whisper, anticipation licking at my nerves. Did you really prepare yourself so you could do this?

“Yes,” it comes out all soft and breathy. Good God …

Next thing I know, you pull your fingers free from mine and tug down your briefs, exposing your ass to me. More grinding. I feel arousal taking over. I’m fully awake now. 

“Just put it in, Daddy. So I can sleep.” My pinky grazes the front of your briefs; your erection is difficult to hide, stretching the fabric.

“So you can sleep?” I ask, just to be sure.

You nod, arching your back a little to push your ass out, literally presenting yourself to me. “Daddy, please. I’ve been so good all day.”

I snort, yeah right. As if you’d be good when I’m not around. When the cat’s away, the mice will play. But. I am only a man, after all, and I cannot resist such an offer. So I peel my briefs down too, let my boner spring up, and lather your hole up with my saliva. You whimper as I do so, my thumb rubbing across your rim to test if you have really prepped yourself.

You have. You’re ready. You should be able to take me.

With a kiss to your shoulder, I position the tip of my erection at your entrance as you draw up your knees a little, lifting your upper leg to allow me access. There. The wet noise is obscene, my hand tightens around my shaft, guiding me in.

I love the sounds you make. A soft, pained whimper as I breach you.

“Shhh.” Once the tip is in, I use my hand to keep your leg slightly lifted, releasing you from that duty. You’re so damn tight around me still; it feels like heaven. Slowly, gently, I use a subtle rhythm to enter you deeper. 

Your breath puffs out a little faster. “Daddy …” This is always my favorite part. Spreading my little boy open until you adjust to me. Which you will. Soon. 

Soft gasps. Soft moans. Soft whispers.

“You’re doing so well.” A praise, a kiss. That familiar warmth, that maddening urge coils in my gut and pools in my balls, and then I’m all in. Quick, gasping breaths leave your lips. I let go of your thigh and free your hard-on; it strains against the remains of your briefs, literally clinging to you.

There is no rush. Lazy and leisurely, like on a Sunday morning when you decide to climb on top of me, I use your precum to play with the head of your cock. And your foreskin. Tugging it all the way up while using my thumb to massage your sensitive tip.

Moments later, you’re bucking into my fist and rocking back onto my cock, finding the perfect angle, so it grazes your prostate. All I do is stay still, keep my hand nice and tight, creating a tunnel for you to fuck into. My horny little boy. Your gasps mingle with little sobs and whines, yanking me closer to the edge. You know how easy it is for me to get off on sounds alone. And your hot, tight ass.

Your fingers grip the sheets. I feel you getting closer, your cock so fucking rigid and slick against my fingers. To help your orgasm along, I thrust forward, shoving in that last inch. I bottom out, balls against your ass. Your insides clench around me like a fist, and you bury your face in the pillow to muffle your cries.

There it is. My little boy’s come, pulsing out in thick, warm bursts. It’s a lot, much more than usual. Perhaps you have been good today. 

But I can’t think about that. Because the way you clamp around me, your muscles tightening, feels like you’re trying to milk me. I hide my face against your neck and bite down on your shoulder to keep from making any lewd, loud noises. I squeeze my eyes shut. I smell your come in the air, the scent unmistakable. You’re still pumping out little bits of come into my fist, trembling against me. 

My orgasm is close enough to taste, I can’t stop it, so I pull free from your shoulder and let go. I black out. All I feel is pleasure, my heart races, and my balls contract as I pump you full. 

I feel your warmth.

I smell sex.

I hear your little whimpers.

“Daddy, I want it,” you whine and fucking grind. Holy shit. You’re drawing my orgasm out, milking more-more-more out of me. 

“Oh, God!”

“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you.” I’m still riding high, my eyelids too heavy to open. Finally, I shudder, muscles tensing, then relaxing. I feel utterly boneless. 

“Fuck,” I moan as that tension within me finally uncoils.

“Thank you for breeding me, Daddy.”

I gasp for air at those words, my fingers slipping off your wet cock to dig them into your hips. I’ll leave bruises. You don’t allow me to come down from my high because you keep rolling your hips, the wet squelching sound so fucking dirty …

This is heaven. A messy heaven, but still. Heaven.