Page 12 of A Tall Order (Shade Grown Coffee Boys #1)

I love that Austin flows in and out of Little space during the day. As much as I wanted to give in to his request first thing this morning, I really was hungry enough for my stomach to be rumbling. I didn't eat before going to the club and then Austin fell asleep on the way home. I opted for cuddling with him instead of making a late night snack. Who could blame me when he was dressed in the adorable outfit and smiling in his sleep?

After breakfast, we go back upstairs to look through the playroom. It's been unused for months and I'm sure most of the toys could use a good cleaning. I've met a handful of Littles at the club over the years, even before my best friend's death, but only one or two have lasted long enough to be invited here.

The way Austin, while in his adult headspace mostly, still lets his Little side show is adorable. He gets distracted easily and I love watching him bounce between one thing and another. He starts with the playroom, where I'm pretty sure he looks through every single item and decides that we are going to play Monopoly. For two hours, we sit at the dining room table and play. He tries to cheat giving me his money whenever he lands on one of my squares. I end up pulling him into my lap and scratching my beard against his neck until he is squirming and giggling in my arms.

I have to kick him out of my kitchen during lunch. He insists on dancing around to whatever music is playing on his phone, a playlist he insists has been curated from years of listening. He's doing some sort of rendition of the chicken dance. When he almost slips in his socks and I have to catch him, I make him go sit on the couch while I finish preparing the sandwiches and fruit tray. He regales me with stories from the coffee shop, about customers, and more about how it is to manage it. The owner is supposed to be stopping by sometime next week so they have to get everything ready on Monday. He turns the conversation to talk about the email he saw on my phone yesterday and if I'm going to take the guy up on it.

By the time the fruit and his sandwich are gone, Austin is fully regressed. It isn't something that I think he realizes that he's doing, especially when he gets sleepy, but within a few minutes, he's curled up on the couch with a blanket and watching a cartoon. I take the dishes back to the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher. My phone vibrates with a text and I pull my phone out of my pocket to check it.

Garrett

It was nice catching up last night. Your new guy is adorable.

I smile at the text. Last night was a much better success than I could hope for. Watching Austin fully sink into that space around others and play made my heart happy. My whole body still is happy. He fit right in with the others and the Mommies and Daddies all planned to get together again in a couple of weeks. I know that Garrett is more for the Daddy / boy aspect without the age regression or at least more of a Middle, but he tagged along with one of our other friends. He has a membership too, so it isn't like he was creeping or anything, and he could usually find someone to go home with him. Afterall, he is rich and handsome.

"Daddy?" Austin's voice pulls me out of my thoughts before I can start comparing myself to a good friend. I've had a true relationship only twice in my forty-one years of life, the first when I was in my early twenties. It was my introduction to the kink scene and we ended amicably when I realized I much preferred to be the one making decisions than being cared for. The second was with James. We dated for two years. He was more of a weekend Little, which didn't bother me. I understood that everyone had their preferences, but once I started my business and was working on growing it, he started feeling like he came second. I'm mature enough to realize my mistakes with that relationship. But since, I haven't been able to find someone else I could see myself settling down with. Until now.

"What's up, Aussie?" I round the edge of the couch and sit down one cushion away from him. Austin pouts before gathering his blanket and stuffie and moving to climb into my lap. He fits so perfectly and is careful to not plop down like last time. I smile and give him a quick kiss.

"You looked like you were thinking a lot." Austin adjusts the blanket so it's over both of us.

"I was just thinking about how awesome you are," I say honestly. "I've really liked being with you these past couple of weeks."

"I've liked it too," Austin agrees. "I didn't think I'd get to do this again after…"

He doesn't have to say it for me to know what he's talking about. I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer to me. He settles his head on my shoulder and his left hand goes straight to my chest. I'm wearing clothes now, but I smile at the memories of him running his fingers through the hair on my chest and stomach. I had my reservations about sharing the bed with him that first night, but the way he immediately cuddled up to me and didn't seem bothered by it, or any of me, put my mind at ease. Now, it was welcomed. I move my right hand to push the button on the side of the couch to pull up the recliner and we resituate with the new angle.

"You are something special, you know that Aussie?" His arms wrap around my lower back and stomach and his head nestles into my neck.

I feel lips press against the side of my neck in lieu of an answer. We stay just like that and I know he's falling asleep. I'm not sure how much time passes, but I watch the cartoon move to a new episode twice before Austin stirs again. He stretches his body and lets out an adorable noise before his body relaxes once more against me.

"Nice nap?" I ask quietly when he looks up at me. He moves one hand to swipe at his eye and smiles at me.

"You're like the perfect pillow," he says, still clearly half asleep. "I'm never sleeping without you again."

I wish more than anything that that could be true. We've spent more time together than apart after that first weekend, but we do still have our own lives, our own houses. The silence hangs between us and Austin sits up on my lap. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that like… Moving in or anything."

"No, sweetie. I know what you meant. I like the idea of having you next to me each night too."

"Too bad we're both adults and have jobs and houses and stuff." He voices my exact thoughts. "I mean, I rent mine, but it's still the same."

"You rent your house?" That's news to me. I assumed he had bought it. I didn't mean for that to come out so surprising.

"I do," Austin says. "My credit isn't bad, really. But I didn't have a stable job at the time nor the money to pay for a down payment or anything. I started renting my place from a distant family friend. And I like the house enough, so I didn't bother trying to move."

I put the recliner back down and keep a hand on Austin to make sure he doesn't fall. When the recliner is down and my feet are on the ground, I wrap my arms around him and hug him tightly.

"What's this for? Not that I'm complaining." Austin moves within my arms to straddle my lap and wrap his arms around my neck.

"Just for being the best," I say against his neck. I'm taking my turn to be all in my feelings today. "I didn't think I would get something like this, the complete package in a perfect boy."

"I'm glad I could help with that," he mumbles and I can hear the embarrassment in his tone. I don't mean to make him nervous with that statement. I just want him to know how I feel. "And same for me, with being anyone else. No one even comes close to you, Remi. "

Austin pulls back and his eyes are bright and serious when he looks at me. We stay like that, cuddled on the couch, together. I swear my heart skips a beat when his lips twitch into a smile and I know that I'm never going to find someone like him, and something like this, again. I open my mouth to say something, but Austin stops me with his own lips. It's heated from the start and this time, I don't plan on stopping us. I lift my back off the couch, squeezing my arms tighter around him to press our bodies together.

"Remi, please." Austin begs the words against my lips, breath ghosting against my chin. His eyes are open and so, so blue.

"Let's go upstairs," I say but Austin shakes his head. "Baby, I don't have—"

"No need," he says. I'm about to object when Austin shifts and jams his hand into one of his pockets. I laugh when I see the triumphant look on his face. "I stole one from upstairs this morning."

I can't hold back the laugh and sink back onto the couch. "I guess there's nothing left to object."

"Like you would object to me," he scoffs. I raise my eyebrows and I see the moment his words register with his own brain. It's comical, but I hold back my laughter and enjoyment of the moment.

"Move over, on your knees." I keep my voice even and hold his stare while I watch the gears in his mind turn. He's trying to decipher what I'm about to do. "Aussie, do what I say, please."

"Daddy?" His voice is wobbly and I can see the physical change in him. His eyes soften, shoulders slump, body hunches slightly. He knows that I love his Little side. I love all the sides of him, I can admit that to myself .

"This isn't a punishment, Aussie." I reassure him and caress my hands up and down his arms slowly. "But that was a smart tone, wasn't it?"

"It was. I'm sorry." He sits his butt down on my knees and I move my hands to take his. I give him a gentle smile.

"Thank you, baby." I pinch his chin between my thumb and forefinger. "Now, will you please move over here?"

This time Austin listens and I simply make sure he doesn't lose his balance. The couch isn't high off the floor and it would probably be more funny than harmful if he did fall, but I don't want to push this moment off any longer. Austin is wearing shorts and a simple tee. I start by laying a hand on his lower back and pushing until he bends forward and rests against his hands as well. His ass is right in my face and I smile. My fingers slide up his back, under his shirt, and I feel him shiver. He drops further down to his elbows and that's all I need. Without preamble, I pull his shorts and briefs down, exposing his ass to me.

"Safe word, Aussie?" If he's slipping in and out of Little space, I want to make sure he remembers what that word is. I know it's redundant asking every time, but I'm always worried that the one time I don't ask, they're not going to remember.

"Pickle," he responds dutifully. But then there's another, low noise that comes from him as I palm his cheeks and spread them.

"And if your mouth is occupied?" I ask, my breath ghosting over his exposed hole. I let my beard scratch against his ass and his whole body shivers.

"Tap somewhere on your body three times."

"Good boy, Aussie. "

I kiss along his left cheek and then his right. My hands keep him spread open and I see his rim pucker and then contract. I kiss closer and closer until I can hear him audibly begging me. "Please Daddy."

"I've got you, baby."

I finally give him what he wants and lick over his hole. He lets out a long, drawn out, " Fuck " and I repeat the motion. I don't care about cursing in any headspace. I find it cute. And sometimes, fuck is all there is to say.

His hips push back against my face, asking for more. I adjust the both of us, directing him to rest his elbows against the back of the couch and his knees spread on the cushion. I kneel on the floor behind him and continue my ministrations. I press my tongue against his rim and flick it up and down, teasing him.

"Is Daddy making you feel good, baby?" I move up to kiss along his lower back while my fingers ghost down the insides of his thighs, making sure that my beard leaves goosebumps over his skin. I've trimmed it since we agreed to be exclusive, but I know how much he loves it so it's still several inches long. Just nicer to look at, even if the gray patches are becoming more noticeable. "Did you happen to grab any lube?"

"I didn't think I could hide a whole bottle in my pocket," Austin says. "And yes, Daddy, that feels amazing. You always make me feel good."

I smile against his lower back and move down to give his ass all of my attention. I give no warning before I'm pushing my tongue in as far as I can. His body jumps. If my mouth wasn't otherwise occupied, I would have smiled at his reaction. His body is reacting to every movement, every touch. I continue to brush my hands up and down his thighs, inside and out, but avoid his cock and balls altogether. His hips continue to rock back and forth as I eat him. I know he isn't getting any friction against his cock, his hips are jutted too far out. I also know that I'll have to clean this couch later.

"Daddy." He moans my name and it just spurs me on. I pull my tongue out of him, brushing the pad of my thumb against his opening. "Oh, please. I need more."

"I'm going to make sure you're prepped, baby. Be patient. I don't want to hurt you since we don't have lube."

"I don't want to wait," Aussie says. I can hear the impatience in his voice. I see it in the way his hand moves toward his cock.

"Then get that beautiful ass to the bedroom," I say and slap one cheek as I stand up. I definitely hide a grunt from being on my knees like that. I should get a rug to put under the couch. "I'll be right behind you."

"Yes, Daddy." Austin all but takes off toward the stairs. His groin and ass are fully exposed but he's still wearing a shirt and his socks. I don't want him to repeat almost slipping like he did in the kitchen earlier.

"Austin," I say sternly. He stops in his tracks but doesn't turn around. "Walk. I don't want you slipping again."

"Sorry. I'll be careful." And he is. I watch him go up the stairs and he gives me a 'hurry up' motion when I haven't moved by the time he's at the top of the steps. I make a quick stop at the fridge to grab two bottles of water before following.

It's a sight when I walk into the bedroom. The rest of Austin's clothes have been discarded and he's on his knees in the middle of the bed, whole bottle of lube in hand. He smiles wide when his eyes meet mine.

"I'm going to teach you the joys of little bottles of this," Austin says. I watch in awe as he bounces onto his butt and rolls over to his stomach. He smirks when he looks over his shoulder and wiggles his butt. He's fucking adorable.

I start stripping out of my clothes while slowly moving across the room. "Give yourself ten more years and you won't be moving like that without popping something, baby."

Austin turns onto his back just as I reach the side of the bed. I'm down to my briefs now and climb onto the bed, hovering over him. His hands run through the hair on my chest and stomach and my dick perks right back up. I dip my head and kiss him.

When I pull back to look at him, he's smiling again, but there's mischief behind his eyes. "I know you have something to say, just say it."

He hesitates for a second before the joke is too much to keep in. "Are you sure you won't throw out a hip with all this movement?"

"You're on thin ice, Aussie." I kiss him again, distracting him enough to let my hand dig into his side where he's most ticklish. His body squirms under me, laughter and a squeal filling the room.

"Torture!" He says through shallow breaths. I let up and give him a moment to catch his breath.

"Are you done making fun of me now?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy." He doesn't look the least bit sorry. "Will you please continue with the having of the sex?"

"The having of the— Never mind." I decide to let that drop but he's smiling and I can see the happiness in his expression and it makes my heart— and dick— swell.

Austin's hands are on me in an instant again, tugging at the band of my briefs. I shift a bit higher on the bed, kissing along his jaw while he pushes my underwear as far as he can manage. I quickly rid myself of them without breaking our lips apart. Our movements are like something straight from a movie, perfectly coordinated without saying a word. His legs lift up and wrap around my waist, pressing our groins together. I have one hand holding me up and use the other to brush through Austin's hair.

"You are so beautiful," I whisper. "So perfect."

I can see the tinge in his cheeks and smile, not resisting the urge to kiss him once more. This kiss is slow and we rock our bodies together. I feel his hand move between our bodies and wrap around my cock only. I know we're both leaking precum at this point. His lips continue to move against mine as he strokes me to full hardness again. He moves his hand down further, fingers brushing lightly against my balls. The sensation pulls me from the kiss and I have to take several deep breaths to keep this from ending way too soon.

He keeps his legs loosely wrapped around me while I sit up and grab the lube to coat my fingers. I look at his body, his smiling face, the tattoo that travels from his shoulder to hip. That simple line, the only marking he has on his body, holds so many memories for him. I respect that, for both of us. There is history and moments that I'll never know about and that's fine. I want to create a lifetime of new memories with him. Our lips meet once again when I lean over him, adjusting my body slightly so I can get him ready.

"God, Remi." I'm up to two fingers now and I know I found the right angle when he turns his head, eyes closed, and sinks his teeth into my bicep. It's not hard and the small sting jolts through my body, spurring me on more. I add a third finger and his teeth clamp down a little harder. His whole body is moving in tandem with my fingers pushing into him, opening his hole for me. I can feel the spit running down my arm .

"Are you ready for me, baby?" I pull my fingers out of him and quickly wipe the remaining lube off on the side of the bed. I'll wash the blanket later.

"Yes, please. I need you."

Those words do something to me and I have to take a moment to recompose. I'm always needed, twenty-four/seven at work. Things need to be signed, orders placed, emails answered. I'm needed with my family. For babysitting or to help fix something around the house. But like this? No one, in all my years, has ever told me so sincerely that they need me in a physical way. I'm in deep with this boy, I know it like I know my own name. I hold back the thought from forming. The last thing I want to do is ruin this moment by saying something he isn't ready to hear.

Instead, I reach for the condom he left on the bedside table and open it. I slide it on securely and give myself a few tugs before looking back at Austin. He's smiling and lifts his legs, wrapping his hands behind his knees. His hole is right there, ready for me. I push all the deep thoughts away, wanting to enjoy this moment between us. The angsty thoughts and future wanting to montage through my mind can wait for when I'm not about to fuck my boy.

"Yes, Daddy. Fuck, yes. You feel so big." Austin continues the string of compliments as I push slowly in to him. His ass is gripping me tight, the warmth of his body makes me want to chase that feeling but I hold back. I don't want this to end too fast for either of us. And I don't want to hurt him.

"You feel incredible, Austin." We move, adjusting ourselves to a better position. He lets his legs fall open around my body and I move my hands to hold myself above him. He lets out a beautiful moan when I finally press my hips against his ass. He bites his bottom lip, but I tug at his chin until he lets his jaw go slack. I smile down at him. "Are you good?"

"More than," he says with a smile.

I dip my head to kiss him and pull my hips back at the same time. The moment I thrust my hips forward again, all bets are off. The tender moments we shared, the sweet kisses, gentle moans; all of that is gone. The room fills with grunts from both of us, skin slapping against skin, the headboard hitting the wall. And Austin's whimpers as I fuck into him over and over. "Yes, Austin. Fuck, baby, your body is perfect."

I look down between our bodies and watch his cock. It's trapped between his stomach and mine but he's leaking like crazy, pooling cum on his stomach. His ass grips tighter around me as he clinches, fighting off the orgasm that is building. "Fuck, Aussie. Come for me, baby. Let Daddy see you come on his cock."

I quicken my thrusts, dipping my head to rest against the side of his. I can feel his breaths ghosting over my shoulder with each pant. "I'm almost— Shit, I'm coming."

His breath hitches and I feel his teeth clamp around my shoulder just before his body tenses up and stars are shooting through my whole body. I don't know what kind of noise comes out of me, but it's deep and pure instinct and I still as my cum fills the condom deep inside Austin. I can feel his ass pulsing around my cock, squeezing me. His teeth have definitely left marks. When I have enough brain power to think again, I pull out of him slowly. I see him wince but he covers it with a smile.

We're both sweaty and messy. His hair is sticking in different directions; it's adorable and hot at the same time .

"I'll be right back," I say as I climb off the bed. The cool flooring is a shock to my heated body. I move toward the en suite quickly to dispose of the condom and grab a towel to clean Austin up. Before I can do the second, though, arms snake around my body and he presses tight against my back.

"I think we need a shower," he says. "Together."