Page 28 of Dmitri's Darling

Even after months of experiencing this perfection, it’s still almost overwhelming. Especially when he swallows and I can feel his throat constricting around the head of my dick.

“Yes,baby. Fuck, your mouth is so perfect.”

He makes a pleased sound that vibrates all the way through me before he begins his slow tease of sucking his way back up the shaft, licking around the head and then diving back down again.

“You’re such a good boy for Daddy, Miles. You’re doing so good. Just like that. God, I love the way you suck me.”

The sounds he’s making now are increasing with his own need, and I know that if I don’t want him to come in his pants, I need to stop praising him, but I just can’t. I have to shower him with dirty praise and compliments, because he’s earning it all. Heismy good boy.

Glancing down my body, I just about come myself when I realize he’s staring up at me intently, my cock sliding in and outof those shiny, plump lips as he does. Then I notice that his arm is moving.

“You’d —ungh— you’d better not be touching yourself, baby,” I warn him. “Daddy wants to watch you come this time.”

His eyebrows furrow together, and he whines a little around my dick, but his arm stops moving and, instead, his spare hand reaches up to fondle my balls.

“Fuck,” I growl out, “that’s it. Good boy. God, yes.”

At some point, I start to thrust my hips in time with the bobbing motion of his head, reveling in his slurps and occasional gagging sounds. I have to close my eyes to try and stave off the inevitable end as my orgasm rushes closer and closer to the surface.

Soon enough, though, I reach the point of no return.

“Do you want to swallow, precious? Or do you want Daddy to paint your pretty face tonight?”

He whines again, and this time he would definitely be pouting if his mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied.

“You…ohhh, your mouth…you want Daddy to choose?”

He nods as best he can, glazed, watering eyes staring back at me with adoration.

It’s that which does me in. The complete, blinding love in those eyes. I hope he never stops looking at me that way. Especially when he’s wrapped around my cock like this.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck.” I groan, tensing as my body jerks and my cock swells and pulses down his throat. “Swallow it all down for Daddy.”

Miles does just that, finally closing his eyes as he takes every drop I give him. He swallows and sucks until it’s too much for my overly sensitized dick to handle, and then he carefully pulls off, licking his lips with satisfaction while I collapse against the back of the couch, my head spinning.

Being the good sub he is, he stays kneeling between my spread thighs, waiting patiently for me to come back to consciousness. I card my fingers into his hair, then slide my hand further down his face, cupping his cheek reverently. He rubs his face into my palm the same way a cat —or Juniper— would. I’m willing to bet that if he could purr, that’s what he’d be doing.

“Good boy,” I rasp, still catching my breath.

He grins. “So…” he bats his lashes, “does that mean I’m not on Santa’s naughty list this year? Because I’dreallylike to come now.” After a beat he adds, “Please?”

Patting my thigh, I smirk. “I think it’s time for this good boy to sit in Santa’s lap and tell him exactly what he wants for Christmas, hmm?”

He scrambles to follow the instruction, straddling me instead of sitting sideways on my knee. With his wrists looped behind my neck, he plants a deep, passionate kiss on my lips, letting me taste myself in his mouth, before he pulls back and declares, “I’d like orgasms, Santa Daddy. Many, many orgasms.” We laugh together, and then his voice turns softer and more vulnerable. “But I’d also like to keep you —to keep this,us— forever.”

“Well, we’d better tell the elves to get the word out, huh?”

Confusion has him scrunching his nose. “Wha—?”

I lean in, whispering conspiratorially, “Because Santa’s definitely coming more than once a year from now on until forever.”

Miles sputters. “That wasmypun! I’ve already used it.”

I shrug and nuzzle his nose with mine. “If we’re gonna be together forever, baby, we’ll have to get used to sharing. What’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine, ridiculous puns and all.”

He brightens with obvious delight and then squirms, the corner of his lips lifting in that cheeky way which never fails to make my dick twitch with interest. “Then can you hurry up and share those orgasms?”

I arch an eyebrow.

He bats his lashes again. “Please, Santa Daddy? As my Christmas present?”

And, just like when we first met, I can’t deny him a thing.

“Only because you’re my good boy, darling.”

“Always?” his voice is breathy again, eyes fluttering shut with anticipation as my hand creeps between us, rubbing the bulge in his sweats.

“Always and forever, Miles. That’s my promise as Santa…and as Daddy.”

THE END.