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We’ve just finished putting Owen to bed — together — and I’m still buzzing from the high of the trust he has shown in me today. I’m almost lightheaded from it, and, while I’m still not sure how to tell him I love him, I’m damn well determined to show him.

He sinks into the kiss as I carefully close the door behind us and guide him to the bed, and he matches my intensity as soon as his calves bump against the edge of the frame.

We tug at each other’s clothes, pulling apart reluctantly to tug shirts over our heads.

We’re a handsy jumble of limbs as we get each other naked within record time, and then I pull him onto the bed with me, dragging his body over mine.

“Daddy,” he whines, his cock rubbing into the crease between my groin and my thigh. I groan as the spot becomes slick from a dribble of his precum, and it smooths the way for more of his rocking against me. He gasps. “ Oh… ”

“That’s it, baby,” I grip his hips, encouraging him to fuck wantonly into me. My own cock strains towards him, little jolts of pleasure igniting every time his belly bumps and grazes the sensitive head. “Does that feel good?”

By this stage, we’ve explored each other’s bodies in every possible way.

But this is still kind of new; having him set the pace, bracing his body over mine.

I’m taller and broader than him, and my role in our kinky relationship is the dominant one, but being spread out beneath him makes that feel a little topsy-turvy in the best kind of way.

Justin doesn’t have the kind of gym-toned biceps that I do, but watching the muscles in his arms bunch and strain as he rocks his cock over my skin makes my heart race. Or maybe it’s the way he’s making me feel like the center of his universe.

He and Owen have rapidly become the center of mine.

“ Nnngh ,” his reply to my question is more a sound than an answer, but it tells me everything I need to know anyway. “Fuck, yes,” he adds, his breathing ragged, “ Gabe .”

It’s my turn to groan now, surprised to hear him using my name instead of ‘Daddy’. It happens so rarely when we’re alone that it’s like a shock to my system. It’s not a bad thing, especially not when he says it so desperately, and I love that he’s comfortable to alternate between both.

My fingers flex on his hips and he adjusts his position, nestling more centrally between my legs and rubbing our cocks together instead.

I fumble blindly around the nightstand drawer until I feel the familiar cylindrical shape of the lube bottle.

After snapping open the cap, I drizzle some of the liquid into my palm and then wriggle my hand between our bodies to coat our lengths properly.

“Oh god, ” Justin fucks into my fist, spreading the lube over my cock as he does, “that feels unbelievable.”

He’s not wrong. I tighten my hold a little, squeezing our rock-hard shafts together while his hips move more forcefully.

Bursts of intense pleasure shuttle through me with our combined movements and the slickness of the lube.

His skin is warm where it’s pressed against mine, and the sounds of his increasingly erratic breathing and unconscious whimpers are going directly to my balls.

“Baby,” I warn him, my own voice coming out strained and breathy, “I’m getting close.”

“Me too.”

That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. With my balls drawing up, I force my eyes open so I can grin salaciously up at my Boy. “You gonna paint me up with your cum, baby? Mark me as yours?”

“Oh, fuck,” Justin swallows roughly.

“That’s — mmmm — not an answer.” I move the hand still on his hip to smack at his ass. “Daddy asked you a question.”

“I…I forgot…” He sounds as though he’s trying to hold off, trying to prevent the inevitable. I twist my wrist a little on his next thrust and his mouth opens in a soundless cry.

It’s hard to remember myself. I’m too distracted by how gorgeous he looks as he rocks into me. After a moment, it hits me, and between panted breaths I tell him, “I asked if you’re going to paint me with your cum, baby.”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, D-daddy,” he arches his back, and now he sounds on the verge of sobbing, but in a good way. “I’m…I’m gonna…”

“Do it,” I encourage him. “Come all over me, baby. Make a mess for Daddy.”

“Oh,” Justin whisper-cries, throwing his head back, “ Ohhh. ” His hips convulse as warm wetness coats my belly, cock, and hand. “ Daddy… ”

Watching him ride out his orgasm and hearing him calling my name pushes me over the edge with him. We’re a mess of cum and sweat as we flop together on top of his sheets, but neither one of us seems to mind while we catch our breaths.

“Thank you,” he murmurs sleepily, pressing a sloppy kiss to my shoulder.

I think about how fulfilled I feel when I’m with him, and how happy my future looks when I think about having him and Owen in it, and I know that I’m the one who should be thanking him. But, when I turn my head to tell him as much, I realize he’s already asleep.

I kiss his sweaty forehead anyway. “No, baby,” I murmur affectionately. “Thank you.”