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CHAPTER TEN

LEVI

At Nico’s agreement, my resolve to keep my hands above the waist vanished. I nudged his face so I could look directly into his dark eyes. They were bright and shining, as was his grin. I’d been good long enough.

I dropped my head to reach his mouth. Without any hesitation, his lips allowed my tongue entry. Everything felt right again. Our tongues stroked and rubbed against each other. Each pass sent a jolt straight to my cock.

“Babbo, don’t you think we’ve waited long enough?” Nico asked when he wrenched his mouth away from mine. We sucked in air like drowning men. My fingers threaded through his hair and pulled him back down for a quick, hard kiss.

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” I gasped.

Nico turned in my arms and threw his leg over my lap so he was firmly straddling my pelvis. Our cocks strained against each other, and we both knew where we wanted this to go. I pulled his mouth back to mine for another searing kiss. He moaned deeply when I sought the wet heat of his mouth. My hands found their way underneath his T-shirt, and I stroked the smooth planes of his back. Nico responded by slipping his hands under my T-shirt and finding his way to my nipples, where he lightly ran his fingernails across the now-hard buds.

“Babbo, you know how you didn’t have a sippy cup for me?”

“Yeah, I know,” I answered and hoped he heard the regret in my voice. “I’m gonna fix that for you, baby.”

“Maybe there’s something that’s almost like that.” When he spoke, Nico licked his lips and looked down hungrily at my chest.

I knew exactly the direction he wanted to go. I whipped my shirt over my head and tossed it to the ground. Nico chuckled because he knew I never threw my clothes anywhere but the hamper or folded them neatly on the chair.

“Babbo, clothes on the floor is bad. It’s naughty.”

“Little boy, unless you want to do a quick clean, I would suggest you don’t worry about it.”

Nico zipped his lips, turned the key, and tossed it over his shoulder. I chuckled at his silliness. This carefree happiness was what had been missing. Before, while I knew we had both enjoyed ourselves, there was always something not quite at ease. Nico had always seemed on edge, no matter how much I sought to reassure him. Now I understood it and viscerally felt the difference in his demeanor and relaxation. This was the thing missing for him. “Do you want to suckle?”

“Uh-huh.”

Nico nuzzled his nose along my throat, giving small butterfly kisses as he made his way down my chest. When he reached the nipple closest to him, his tongue darted out for a quick swipe and then returned for a longer lick.

“Go on, baby, you can suck me.”

That was all the permission Nico needed. He latched onto my nipple, and I felt the rhythmic pulling of his mouth against my skin. My nipple was in his mouth while he used his tongue to flick against its hard point. Shards of desire pricked my skin as I felt every pull and tug. My mind was a nonstop explosion of fireworks because never had anyone paid so much attention to that part of my body. After a few minutes, Nico unlatched himself and looked up at me with inquiring eyes.

“Why did you stop?”

“It’s not too much, Babbo?”

“No, it felt good.”

Nico gave me a self-satisfied smile and returned to kiss his way across my chest to my unattended nipple. He took that one in his mouth and sucked while his hand played with my other one. He left each a tight bud with a flat of his tongue on one and the pad of his thumb on the other, and I was the one moaning. I felt his smile against my skin.

“Sweet Boy, you’re killing me,” I ground out.

Nico’s only response was to giggle. I’d been mindlessly kneading his thigh muscle, but I needed so much more. I slid my hand under the waistband of his sweats and encountered bare skin.

“Naughty boy, not wearing any underwear. I bet that means you’re making a mess in your pants.” I used my thumb to play with the wet head of his cock. “Yep, you’re leaking all over your sweats and making a mess.” Nico’s breathing turned quick and shallow. He pulled off my nipple and sat up straighter.

“I sorry. You gonna punish me?”

I used my nail to gently trace along the underside vein of his cock. Nico shuddered at my touch and his shallow breathing became more erratic. Precum leaked from his cock, creating an even bigger mess in his sweats. I kept his cockhead close to the cloth so it would quickly be a bigger wet stain.

“I might have to, baby. Naughty boys who make messes in their pants need to remember to put on their underwear.”

“It’s hard to remember.”

I knew Nico was angling for some kind of punishment. My gut told me he wanted a spanking.

“Since you were a naughty boy, what do you think Babbo should do to punish you?”

Nico shuddered in my lap when my words sunk in. Our playtime in the hotel had consisted mostly of us going at it like rabbits. We hadn’t had a chance or a need to discuss boundaries beyond the basics. I wouldn’t ask for consent to spank him when we were in the middle of this but damned if it was difficult to remember when I had him squirming in my lap, my own cock straining against my pants. My mind wandered to the delicious idea of his heated ass seated on my cock. I was rapidly wanting everything with Nico, even though I knew he was trying to put the brakes on anything more than casual.

“I think you should give me a spanking, Babbo. A spanking helps….helps me remember,” Nico panted.

Dammit, I knew what he wanted, and I wanted to fucking give it to him, but my lack of foresight kept me from being able to do it.

“We need to talk about boundaries before I give you a spanking. I am going to punish you though.” I scooted Nico back a little bit on my lap and said, “Baby, I need you naked.”

Nico pushed off me and stood to get out of his clothes. I hooked my thumbs on the waistband of his sweats. “We better get these off you before you make a bigger mess.”

Nico nodded silently and pushed down his pants. His cock sprang free and a sticky line of precum trailed across his stomach when his bouncing cock hit there. I used my thumb to gather the sweet sticky liquid and popped it in my mouth for a taste—fucking delicious, just like I remembered.

I pulled Nico back onto my lap and had him straddle me. He leaned forward, and I met him halfway. Our mouths fused while our tongues battled for control. Nico sweetly and submissively ceded it to me. Once he did, my tongue swept through his mouth, tasting, darting, retreating, but always claiming him. He squirmed in my lap, and I felt his swollen cock drip on my stomach.

My own dick was desperate for release, but this wasn’t about me right now. I needed Nico to know I was all fucking in on whatever amount of experimentation he wanted. I finally pulled away when my lungs felt like they were going to explode. Nico had snuck his arms around my neck, but I pulled them gently off and laid his hands on his own thighs.

“Baby, I need you to keep your hands here. It’s a punishment, so you don’t get to touch Babbo.”

Nico’s mouth turned to a pout, but he obediently followed directions. I saw where his fingers pressed into his own skin, leaving white intentions. His cock hardened at my words and jutted obscenely from his body. I wanted to fucking devour him. He was so goddamn beautiful.

Before we went any further, I realized I’d forgotten to take his shirt off. “Oh, baby, what did I do? Babbo got so excited to see your cock that he forgot to finish taking off your clothes.”

Because he knew this was a funishment, Nico giggled at my words. “It’s okay, Babbo, you’ll get better.”

I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up his chest. Nico immediately raised his arms above his head so I could get it off him and tossed it on the floor with my own shirt. Nico’s hands immediately returned to where they had been on his thighs.

“You’re such a good boy for Babbo. So obedient.” Nico snorted at my words. “Mostly obedient.”

My hands found their way to Nico’s dick. Once again, I used my thumb to spread the precum across the tip. His cock was flushed a pretty deep pink. One of my hands fisted his dick while the other cradled and cupped his balls. Nico tossed his head back and released a guttural groan of my name as a thin sheen of sweat made his body slick.

I would never get tired of the sound of my name on his lips while his cock was dripping wet.

I used the precum from Nico’s leaking cock as a lube and slid my fist down his hard shaft. Nico kept his hands on his thighs, but I saw his fingers twitching and moving as he worked to remember to keep them there. His cock dripped like a faucet with his head thrown back, and I didn’t bother resisting the urge to lean forward and kiss his chest. I maneuvered one nipple into my mouth and bit and nipped the tight bud. Nico’s chant of my name made my chest swell with pride. I loved how free and open he was today. This glimpse of his true self was beautiful, and I was here for all of it.

“Babbo, if you keep doing that, I’m gonna make a bigger mess.” I chuckled at his words, but I didn’t stop what I was doing. “Let me touch you too.” I took my hand away from his cock.

“Is that how you ask me for something?”

“If I want it badly enough, yes,” he answered cheekily.

“Nope, that’s not it.” I moved my hand back to his cock, but instead of fisting him, I used my index finger to barely trace along the vein that ran on the underside. Nico gasped when his body jerked at the touch. “Polite boys don’t speak like that to their Babbo.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Nico thrust forward, trying to create more pressure. His cock flushed a deeper, angrier red, and the muscles in his neck strained. I knew he was close to losing control.

“You want to try again?”

“Yes, yes, yes. Let me touch you too, please.”

I wrapped my fingers around his cock and gave him the firm tug he wanted. “That’s so much better, baby. Pull out my cock and play with it.”

Nico wasted no time in shoving my sleep pants aside and pulling out my cock. It was an uncut six inches with enough girth that he felt the fullness when I fucked him. He wrapped his hands around my dick and gave a few experimental strokes. The bite of friction from his unlubed hand caused me to throw my head back and groan. My cock was overly sensitive, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. Nico stopped his exploration to lick a broad stripe on his hand and then returned to my dick.

“I don’t wanna hurt my Babbo.”

“You won’t. Keep going, baby.”

With my encouragement, Nico resumed his movements. We landed upon steadily jacking each other. At some point, what started as words turned into babble then simply grunts and groans as we raced toward the edge. Our breathing turned harsher as our orgasms threatened to overwhelm us.

“Sweet Boy, I need you to come for me. I want all of you. Can you come for me, baby? You look so sexy like this with your body open and letting me touch every part of you. I can see your beautiful cock. You’re so pretty, baby.”

There was no sign of the put-together personal assistant I’d met months ago at Christmas. Instead, I had a lapful of a sweating, writhing boy chasing an orgasm. I knew I was the only one who could give it to him. That thought alone put me on the edge of the cliff. When Nico couldn’t hold out any longer, I whispered words of encouragement to jack me faster. Nico did the best he could, but his orgasm was too close for him to do anything but let the sensations wash over him, and his movements were jerky and uneven. He let out a sharp gasp and ropes of cum spurted from his dick.

I reached down and grabbed his hand under mine and directed his hand against my cock faster and faster. In another stroke or two, my own release erupted from my cock. Our shouts of release were followed by harsh pants while we tried to force air back into our lungs.

Nico collapsed over me, and I rubbed soothing circles over his sweaty back. It could’ve been a minute or an hour. Either way, I wasn’t moving a muscle until I was forced to. Far too often in our quick hotel visits, we’d done the deed and then it’d been time for one or both of us to go. I wanted to soak in him.

I’m not sure how long it was, but finally, Nico stirred in my arms and put his hands on my shoulder to push himself into a sitting position. “Babbo, we a mess.”

“We sure are. I think we need to shower and get cleaned up, or we’re gonna stick together.”

“Silly, if we stick together, how will we get anything done?”

I kissed him on the nose, which earned me another giggle. It was so sweet and cute, and I made a mental note to find more ways to hear it.

“I guess you’ll have to come with me everywhere like my own personal monkey.”

“You get tired of me.”

“Baby, I would never get tired of you, but I would like to clean up this mess.”

* * *

“All right, one toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich,” I said when I slid his sandwich off the spatula. “Do you want to cut in squares or triangles?”

“Triangles, please.” After this morning’s jack-off session, we popped into the shower and spent the rest of the morning playing video games. Nico played a round or two of war games but asked for a few silly ones as well. I was happy to play along with either. When we played games out in his bungalow, he gravitated toward the more violent ones, but now he seemed to prefer racing or coloring games, not anything where people got hurt.

“Done. Are you okay to fill out our list while we do lunch, or wait until after?”

“Let’s just do them now. That way, we can talk about them after lunch.”

I nodded and went up to the office to get our printed sheets of paper, along with a pen for each of us to use. With only quick encounters in the hotel room, we hadn’t bothered doing a checklist. Most of the time we were there for such a short period that nothing elaborate would happen anyway, so we’d only covered basic consent. But since we’d decided to move forward with whatever this was, we needed boundaries and expectations in place to avoid miscommunication and misunderstanding. And to remind me this was causal. Hopefully

I handed the paper to Nico, and he immediately started checking things off. He was pretty decisive about most of his movements, which was nice. There wasn’t a lot of second-guessing.

“Here’s my list, Babbo.” Nico dropped his list on the table with a flourish and a Cheshire grin. “Is it your age that makes you slow?”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa… I am barely older than you. You’re like twenty-five?”

“Twenty-six. Thank you very much.”

“And I’m thirty-four, thank you very much.”

“Right. So you’re old, and that’s why you’re slow with your list, which I might like to point out.” Nico paused to give my paper a pointed look. “You’ve only got halfway finished.”

“Yes, because I am methodical and careful and want to make sure that I give my answers the proper consideration they deserve.” I folded my hands and dropped them on the table as if at the negotiating table. “Don’t you want me to get it right?”

“Is there a way to get it wrong?”

I paused to think about what he was saying. I understood that this was mostly all a joke, but it was possible to get it wrong. Like really, really wrong. Maybe wrong wasn’t always the correct word, but it was definitely possible to get it not right.

“Sorry, Sweet Boy, it’s just who I am. I need to ensure all the I s are dotted and the T s are crossed. I need to know what you need from me.” My left turn into sappy land put Nico into a quiet, contemplative space.

“I’m not sure anyone’s ever put in that much effort.”

“If taking the time to make a compatibility list for someone you hope to be in a situationship with qualifies as going out of my way, then who the fuck have you been dating?”

“True confessions: I’m not sure I would say I’ve really dated anyone since high school. Casual means casual.”

“Has that been working for you?”

“Yeah, it seems like it to me.”

I wasn’t entirely convinced Nico was being honest with me about that assertion, but I wouldn’t belabor the point with him either. What I wanted to do was show him because being told wouldn’t convince him he was worth every bit of effort on his behalf. Given the glimpses he’d allowed me, I was certain he wouldn’t want that level of attention. When it was fun and games, Nico was all for it, but when it was the stuff that mattered, he wanted no part of it.

“I bet you didn’t know this about me, but I’m a guy who likes all clarification on the rules.”

Nico looked at me with wide and incredulous eyes, then leaned forward on the table as if he hadn’t heard me correctly.

“I like to know what the rules are. Hell, I like for everyone to know what the rules are,” I reiterated.

Nico’s demeanor turned from faux shock to outright laughter. His eyes crinkled in the corners, and his whole body shook with laughter.

“You can’t be serious,” Nico said as he wiped tears away from his eyes. “If I looked at your laptop, how many spreadsheets would I find?”

“There’s a couple,” I retorted. Spreadsheets are what made the world not fall apart. Everyone should have spreadsheets on their laptop. “And how many do you have?”

“There’s two. Is that what you’re telling me? Also, I leave all my organization at the office.”

“There may be a slightly larger number than two.”

“And by slightly larger, do you mean like ten?” Nico’s eyes twinkled as he interrogated me.

“Ten is a nice round number.”

“So what I hear you saying is that there’s more than ten. How many of them are color-coded?”

“All of them,” I answered with a bark of laughter. “No, wait, I just started one this morning. I haven’t picked a color yet. What’s your favorite color?”

“You made a spreadsheet for me?”

“Of course I did. How else will I keep track of what I need to get you, what you already have, and where I got it in case you need it again? It’s a time saver.”

“Babbo, you’re too much.” Nico shook his head at my spreadsheets, but I wasn’t giving them up for anything.

Or him.