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Ryker

The quiet of the evening surrounds us as I watch Ollie, lost in the work he’s been so focused on. It’s been two weeks since he’s come to stay with me, and while we’ve found comfort in each other’s presence, the demands of life and business have kept us from sharing the intimate moments we both crave. Eclipse is demanding more of my attention than I ever anticipated, but tonight… tonight I want to give Ollie something more.

“Baby boy, I have to ask,” I say gently, my voice low and filled with affection, “Would you like a Baby night tonight?”

His eyes lift from his work, the sparkle of curiosity dancing in them, and a soft smile tugs at his lips. “I… I’d like that,” he replies, his voice a little quieter than usual. It makes my heart swell with relief and warmth.

Ollie shows his Baby to me throughout each day. He’s never fully Big. But I need a night where I have my Baby completely here. And I know Ollie needs it, too. But before I let him regress into the comfort of Baby space, I want to show him just how much I cherish him as the man he is.

I move closer, cupping his face in my hands as I look into his eyes. “Before we go there, baby,” I whisper, “Let me worship you. Let me love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

He leans into my touch, a silent invitation for me to show him, to take my time. I take a deep breath, feeling the need to savor every moment.

Lifting him into my arms, I rush to our room. I kiss him softly and carefully, savoring the feeling of his lips against mine. The kiss deepens as I gently guide him toward the bed, urging him to relax into me. His body yields to mine, and I take it slow, undressing him with reverence, as if every part of him is precious.

“Let me take care of you, Ollie.” I quickly remove his shirt so I can access his skin. As my lips trail down his neck, over his collarbone, to the soft skin of his chest, I can feel his heartbeat beneath my mouth, steady and calm, but I want to make it race. I want to make him feel adored, every inch of him.

I make sure every touch is deliberate, my hands gliding over his skin, exploring every curve, every line, taking in the beauty of him. His body reacts to mine, soft sighs escaping his lips as I trail kisses down to the delicate place where his skin meets his hips. He shivers at my touch, and I smile against him, knowing I’m doing exactly what he needs. I make quick work of his pants before leaning back on my knees.

When I finally meet his eyes again, they’re soft, dazed in a blissful, affectionate haze. I can see the trust he has in me, the quiet surrender, and it fills me with warmth.

“I’m going to suck your cock, baby,” I smile up at him. “Are you okay with that?”

His nod is all the permission I need. I take his full length into my mouth and worship him. I take my time, not wanting it to end too soon. My baby tastes like heaven. But I need more.

“Come for me, baby boy,” I say. “I want you to come for me, and I’ll swallow all of you.”

His groan causes me to smile, and I take his long, slender length back into my willing mouth. It doesn’t take long before warm jets of my baby’s pleasure spill down my throat.

When I make sure he’s thoroughly sated, I kiss my way back up to his mouth and kiss him deeply, forcing him to taste himself on my tongue.

“Do you want my cock in your mouth, baby?” I ask softly, my voice low, almost a whisper.

Ollie nods enthusiastically. But I see the hesitation in his eyes. He’s asking for permission, and I want him to know that he has it, all of it.

“You can, baby,” I assure him, my hands brushing through his hair as I lean down, pressing my forehead to his. “You can take care of me too if that’s what you want. Or I’ll be more than happy to take care of myself while you watch. Either way, that will be fucking happening soon. The idea of you watching me as I pleasure myself is so fucking hot. Then, when the time is right, I’m going to fuck you, Ollie. I’m going to mark you so deep that everyone will know who you belong to.”

“Will you belong to me, too?” he asks quietly. My baby is always so quiet.

“I already do, baby. Now, are you touching me or watching me?”

Ollie shifts closer, his hand slowly reaching out to undo my jeans and I close my eyes, feeling his gentleness, his care. It’s more than just physical touch, it’s his way of saying he trusts me, that he’s ready to share himself with me in this way.

I let him take the lead as much as he wants, letting him explore and feel, making sure he knows that nothing will ever be forced. He’s safe with me, and I’ll never take advantage of that.

I help him remove my pants, and as he’s bending over to push them down, my cock flops out and bounces on his chin.

“I don’t think he’s as patient as you are,” Ollie giggles. “You’re so big. That will never fit inside me.”

Laughing, I pull him up and kiss him deeply. Our cocks doing their own dance together.

“I ordered plugs to stretch you out, baby,” I grin evilly. “It will take a couple of weeks, but we will eventually have your ass ready for me, don’t you worry. Now, I’m almost ready to beg for you to wrap those sexy ass lips around my aching cock.”

With a final hard kiss, I flop back on the bed and put my arms behind my head.

“I’m all yours, baby,” I smile. “Do with me as you will.”

Ollie lays between my legs and grabs my cock. His soft little hands are like fire as he strokes me a few times.

“Can I taste you?” he whispers.

“I might die if you don’t,” I groan.

It takes a moment, but then I feel his tongue reach out and lick the head of my cock.

Fuck.

I let him explore at his own pace. Never before has my strength been tested as it is right now.

After he’s done licking, kissing, and nibbling on parts of my cock and balls, he finally takes me into his warm wet mouth.

I look down at him, needing to see the image and burn it into my mind forever.

“You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth, baby,” I groan. “So perfect.”

Again, I let him go at his pace. It’s a slow pace, but it helps me hold out.

For only ten fucking minutes.

“I’m going to come, baby,” I tell him. “You don’t have to swallow me. Just move back.”

But he doesn’t. He sucks with vigor now. Bobbing his head at just the right speed.

He moans, and that’s all it takes.

I… Fucking… Explode.

“That’s it,” I grunt. “Drink me down, baby boy. Take what’s yours.”

Once I’m spent, I lean down to pull my man up to me, but I freeze.

Ollie is resting his head on my thigh and is sucking the head of my cock. I look at his face, but he’s no longer with me. Did he regress that quickly? Or is he in a state of aftercare?

Either way, it doesn’t matter. I grab a pillow and shove it under my head, then grab the edge of the blanket and toss it over Ollie.

I relax back, my hands in his hair, while he simply lays there and sucks my cock the same as he does my thumb.

I feel myself getting hard again, but I ignore that fucker. My baby needs this, and he’s going to get it.

It’s the most delicious torture I’ve ever been through.

Closing my eyes, I drift off to sleep, knowing that Ollie is already there waiting for me.