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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

LEVI

I’d been nervous I’d overstepped with the presents and whatnot, given how emphatic Nico was about keeping it casual. His response had been everything I’d wanted and nothing like I’d expected. Yeah, him being excited about the presents was cool, but there was more to it. He’d let himself sink into little space without worrying I’d judge him for it or not want to be around him when he wasn’t a middle. The whole reason for being a Daddy was to be that soft place to land. Admittedly, sneaking to look at his clothes while he was sleeping was the tiniest bit creepy, but I’d wanted to ensure I got his sizes right. Sue me.

All of their boys had embraced Nico in ways I hadn’t expected. They’d adopted him into the fold like he’d always been there. I didn’t know Jakob or Rory well, but I knew Owen. He wasn’t someone who accepted outsiders easily, and he’d fully accepted Nico. Owen was one hell of a judge of character, and if he said you were good people, then I didn’t need any other endorsement. Nico seemed lighter lately. Happier. More content.

I followed the sound of his voice down the hallway and found him in my bedroom. Nico sat cross-legged on my bed with Wormie in one arm and Saffy in the other. He was propped against the pillows while having a highly serious discussion with them. His face was so earnest and determined that I didn’t have the heart to interrupt them. Bathtime could wait a few minutes.

“Are your babies getting to know each other a little better?” I asked as I sat next to him on the bed and started unpacking the clothes from the bag I’d brought up with me.

“Yeah, they excited.”

“Excited about what?”

“Saffy gonna show Wormie all around the garden ’cause we like to putter.”

“I like to putter too,” I said and dropped a kiss on the top of his head. “You ran upstairs so quick you didn’t even get your clothes, so here are your pajamas and some play clothes. Are you staying with me tonight, or are you going back to your house? It’s up to you, but if you want to know what I want, it’s for you to stay here with me.”

“Wanna stay wit you, Babbo.”

With a laugh, I pulled him off the bed and headed into the bathroom. I turned the taps on the tub and dumped some lavender bubble bath I’d picked up the other day in a moment of hopeful optimism. When the water temperature was right, I stripped him out of his clothes and helped him into the tub. Nico immediately sank until the water and bubbles covered him up to his neck.

When I moved in here, this place was a wreck and had stayed that way for a while. After Owen moved into the bungalow, he was kind enough to help me figure out how to rehab this place. One of the things I’d desperately wanted was a soaking tub. I didn’t actually like baths that much, but I’d hoped to eventually have a little in my life permanently, and it was something I knew they might like.

As it turned out, no one had ever used this bathtub for the reason I installed it, and it made me stupidly happy to think that Nico was the one who would christen it. Silly, probably, but completely worth it. Once he was fully situated in the bathtub, I stepped over to the sink and grabbed a bag from the cabinet.

Nico opened one eye and asked, “What’s that?”

“These are the toys I bought on my spending spree.” With a silly flourish that made Nico giggle, I pulled out a few water-squirting toys, a sieve, plastic measuring cups, and a couple of tugboats. Nico’s excited clapping created a tsunami over the edge of the bathtub. I was the one who hated messes, but there wasn’t an iota of desire to admonish him. It was water. Water mopped up with a towel was worth the extra work if Nico was happy and enjoying himself.

“Babbo, you gonna get in with me?” Nico gave me a sidelong look.

“I wouldn’t miss it, sunshine.” I quickly stripped out of my clothes and eased myself in behind him. Owen had been right to insist on the oversized option. He’d sworn I’d regret going with the regular option, and I was glad I’d listened even after complaining about the price. Even with the toys and the both of us, there was still plenty of room for activities.

Nico pointed to the Jacuzzi nozzles and made puppy-dog eyes for bubbles. Unfortunately for him, Jacuzzi jets and bubble bath were a recipe for disaster. I didn’t mind mopping up water, but an evening spent cleaning up an entire bathroom wasn’t on the agenda. To distract him, I grabbed the sieve and promised we would put the jet on instead of using the bubble bath next time. That was enough to satisfy him.

Nico returned to playing with his tug boats. They appeared to be in a race around the city, fighting off the squirting sea creatures. While he occupied himself, I used a cup to wet his hair for a scalp massage. Every once in a while, he’d lean his head back and make appreciative noises. When his hair was thoroughly wet, I added shampoo. Nico tilted his head back when I asked him to but otherwise continued to occupy himself with the toys.

When it was time to scrub, I put some soap on the washcloth, started with his neck, and worked my way down. I didn’t want to introduce anything sexual if he wasn’t in that frame of mind. I’d managed to do everything but his cock and balls.

Nico craned his neck around so he could look me directly in the eye and said, “Babbo, aren’t you going to wash everything?” His expression was pure mischief, and he knew it as well as I did.

“I think maybe you can wash that one by yourself.”

“Nope. That’s a Daddy job, not mine.”

“What’s your job then?” I asked as I snagged the washcloth again to pick up where I’d left off. This time, I came much closer to his dangly bits.

“My job is to let you take care of me.”

“You got me there, sweetheart.”

“That’s why you gotta do it.” I moved to put more soap on the washcloth when Nico grabbed my arm to stop me. “Gotta use your hand.”

“Why is that?” I asked with a cocked brow and a smirk. My lips twitched involuntarily at his wide-eyed feigned innocence.

“You wanna do a good job, so you gotta use your hand to get all the parts.” When I didn’t move fast enough to suit Nico, he added, “It’s okay, Babbo. I help you.”

Nico turned back around, leaned against my chest, and positioned my hand close to his cock and balls. His hand covered mine under the water as he curled my fingers around his shaft. “Now you doing a good job.” At his words, he began to move my hand up and down his shaft as he directed the pace. He rolled his head against my shoulder, seeming to revel in the control he’d decided to take this evening.

I kissed along the column of his neck. At the touch of my lips, Nico turned his head to give me greater access. The small moan was what I wanted to hear.

“Are you going to let me fuck you tonight?”

“No, Babbo, I wanna fuck you tonight.” His answer was firm and sure, even if it was obvious Nico was in a little-ish space.

My breath caught in my throat. Since we’d met, Nico hadn’t mentioned topping, but hell-fucking-yes. My most recent ex had been a bottom with no interest in switching, and that streak had continued with the boys I’d played with. It’d been years since I’d bottomed for someone.

Nico twisted around and fused his mouth to mine. His lips immediately parted, and my tongue plunged inside his mouth. Our tongues twisted and turned and pressed against each other in a deep, wet kiss. Underneath my hand, his cock grew harder as my own dick pressed his backside. Just the thought of being fucked by my boy set off a cascade of fireworks in my brain.

“Sweet Boy, it’s been a while since I’ve bottomed for anyone,” I told him as I drew away.

“S’okay, Babbo, I’m gonna take good care of you.”

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” I pushed the hair off his face so I could see him properly. Nico nodded sagely at my question, earning him another few strokes of his dick.

“If you want me to bottom for you, I’m gonna need to get myself cleaned up,” I said as I continued to slowly jack him.

“But I don’t wanna wait.” The eagerness in his voice was unmistakable. I took my hand off his shaft and finished washing the rest of his body. From where he sat between my legs, he couldn’t easily get his hands on my junk, but he did wrap his arms around my legs and knead the muscles of my calves. That relatively innocent touch was more than enough to stir my dick even more.

“It’s time to get out of this bathtub, Sweet Boy, before I embarrass myself.”

“Whatcha gonna do, Babbo?”

“I’m gonna forget I’m a grown-ass man and come too damn early.” My confession sent him into a fit of giggles.

“It’s okay, Babbo, I’d still love you,” Nico said with a laugh. Given the casualness of how he said it, the odds were low there was any deeper meaning to his words. But they reverberated around my skull like a bullet anyway. My hands on Nico stilled, but I forced myself to recover before, with any luck, he noticed.

Given Nico’s acknowledged allergy to commitment and anything resembling a more permanent connection, I’d flatly refused to allow myself to push him for more. The bane and blessing of being a lawyer was the ability to compartmentalize my thoughts and emotions. I told him I’d accept what he offered, and I had. But damned if I didn’t want his off-the-cuff joke to be true.

Nico reached for the loofah, added a dollop of soap, and went to work washing my legs while I finished the top. In less than five minutes, we were both done and draining the tub. Nico stood on the bathmat, dripping with water droplets that I cleared with my tongue. When I dropped to my knees to follow a long trail, Nico carded his fingers through my hair. A full-body shiver coursed through my body. He was my kryptonite.

I kissed the tip of Nico’s hard dick while he used his nails against my scalp. Christ, if I managed not to embarrass myself in front of my boy, it would be a fucking Christmas miracle. His sighs fell like soft rain while I lightly sucked his spongy cockhead and cupped his tightened balls.

Regardless of his throwaway comment and my unstated desire for more, I was happy. And that shocked the hell out of me, but I’d take that any goddamn day of the week. When Nico began thrusting more into my willing mouth, I knew it was time to stop. I’d been promised a dicking, and I wasn’t going to blow it. All puns intended.

I pulled off Nico with a loud pop, ignoring his disappointed groan. When I staggered back to my feet, I kissed his pouty lips and refused to allow myself to slip my tongue inside. I was the Daddy, dammit, and I was going to stay strong even if it killed me.

“Can you wait like thirty seconds?”

“Sweet Boy, you’re killing me. Why?”

“’Cause I’ve been imagining this, and I want it to come true, but you gotta give me a minute.”

“Anything for you.”

* * *

Dead. Bury my body because nothing would ever be better.

On my bed was a boy splayed across the pillows with a bottle of lube next to him and a blissful expression. He stroked his cock while he waited for me. My strangled noise alerted him to my presence, and he gave me a shit-eating grin. Yeah, this was just fine. I didn’t want more because I already had everything I needed.

Every morning this gorgeous, sexy, enticing man laid across my lap and let me redden his ass. Every. Single. Morning. He went into the world with a reminder that I wanted him to have all the things good and right in the world. At night, he came into my home for dinner, playtime, and adult good times. Now he was in my bed waiting to fuck me until one, preferably both, of us screamed.

It was enough because it was everything.

“Sweet Boy, you are so fucking sexy waiting for me,” I said as I knee-walked across the bed to him. My reward was his arms looped around my neck to pull me down on top of him. With my face buried in his neck and blanketing his body with mine, I felt more content and happy than I had in forever.

“Babbo, I gotta tell you something,” Nico whispered in my ear.

I took his earlobe between my teeth and bit down lightly. His sharp gasp came quick. “What is it, Sweet Boy?”

“I really like this thing we got going.”

I reared my head back so I’d be able to see his face clearly. When I searched his face, I only saw contentment and want. “Yeah, me too.”

With that, Nico pulled me back down and fitted his lips over mine. I slipped my tongue into his mouth like I’d wanted to do earlier. This time, I could taste and sip to my heart’s content. I fucking adored kissing this man. His soft little noises sent blood straight to my dick. When his mouth was on mine, I never wanted it to stop. “Sunshine, I’m gonna need you to fuck me. Like now.”

“Babbo, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“Why the hell wouldn’t I want to?” My mouth had found the tantalizing column of his throat, and I needed to explore it. The pulse point kept luring me back to kiss it like a homing beacon.

“Um, a lot of Daddies haven’t really liked the idea of bottoming for their boys.”

“Are a lot of Daddies in the room right now?” I asked without interruption of my quest.

“Well, no, but…”

“Then I don’t give a shit about what they like.” I cut him off because it was a sentence that didn’t need to be finished. Nico wasn’t like any brat I’d ever played with. What he wanted was to be taken out of his head before he had to brat to get the rush of it. He settled back down. Perfect.

Nico’s hands smoothed over the planes on my back, teasing me with the light scratch of his nails. Each pass left me shivering and shuddering. I loved it. When those same hands slipped under my arms so he could grasp my ass cheeks, I let loose a deep groan of pure need. His fingers were still a little slick and the teasing passes he made over my hole only made me want more. Our stomachs became sticky as our cocks leaked precum all over each other.

“Fuck, I can’t wait.” I pulled back from Nico and grabbed the lube off the bed. With a snick, I opened the tube and squirted too much on my fingers. “Fuck, that’s gonna make a mess.” Nico’s giggle forced me to give him a fake glower, which only made the brat laugh more. “You’re gonna pay for that, little boy.”

“Oh no, Babba’s gonna make me come….oh noes!” Nico’s giggles turned into guffaws.

“Who said you were coming?” I asked with an arched brow.

“Babbo, that’s not funny.” When I failed to join in with his laughter, Nico immediately sobered. “I was joking…Babbo, kidding…” I gave up the ghost and twitched my lips. “Babbo, you are not funny.”

Now, it was my turn to howl. “Sunshine, that’s way more of a punishment for me.” I used my overly slick fingers to brush against my hole, then slipped the tip of a finger inside. It was fine, so I plunged in the remaining length. Oh fuuuuuuuck . It had been a really long time, like a long-ass time. The burn made my breath catch and it took a minute to breathe my way through it. Nico’s talented hands on my cock reminded me of what I had to look forward to. I worked my finger in and out a few times and was ready to add another after a few passes. I moaned when the intrusion passed the tight ring of muscles.

The burn and fullness were better than I remembered. I looked down to see Nico collect a bead of precum from the head of my dick and lick it off his finger. His hooded, needy eyes spurred me to increase the speed of my fingers as I fucked myself. My cock dribbled on his stomach as I knelt above him. He’d moved his hands back to my thighs and kneaded the muscles as I prepped myself for him.

When I stuffed three fingers in me, the burn was intense, but my cock turned into a faucet. As full as I felt with my fingers, it wasn’t enough. The angle of my hand kept me from reaching the sweet spot buried in my ass. But Nico’s cock would hit it just fine.

“Baby, put a little more lube on you.” Nico grabbed the tube and drizzled a stream down his dick. He looked debauched while lying beneath me with a hard-as-steel deep-red dick. The prominent vein along the underside promised to create more friction inside me.

“Babbo, you’re a clever bunny,” Nico panted as he stroked and lubed his dick.

“Yeah?” I was lost as to what he was talking about, but I’d take the compliment anyway.

“Because you made us get tested, so we get to go bare, and I get to feel all of my Babbo.”

Oh, fuck me. Nico’s pronouncement sent me into a tailspin and being properly prepped no longer mattered. I fisted his cock and impaled myself on his dick. The burn was more intense than my fingers, and I forced myself to accept all of his length. I felt the pulse of Nico’s cock inside me as he forced himself to keep still while I got my breathing under control.

The pain lessened as I breathed through the stretch. It wasn’t long before the sting was a distant memory and fullness spurred me to move. I raised up a little and came back down on his dick. The fullness was everything. Damn, I’d missed this, and I was so fucking glad I had it again with him. Nico moved his hips, which caused his cock to brush against my prostate. I saw stars.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I slammed myself down on his hips, and we forgot all about finesse. There was nothing pretty or graceful as we both barreled to the edge of a cliff we wanted to jump over without a parachute or net. The only sounds in the room were our grunts and groans. Each scrape of his cockhead over my prostate sent shards of need shooting through my veins. My heart was close to beating out of my chest, but I wasn’t ready to stop this ride. I wanted to explode.

“Babbo, I’m gonna…gonna…”

“Fuck, yes, baby. Breed my ass.”

I grasped my dick and stroked in rapid-fire motions. Nico’s hips stuttered as he found his release and hot cum flooded my channel. That was enough to push me close to the edge, and within seconds, I joined him. My cum splashed across his stomach and chest, with a few wayward spurts that made their way to his collarbone and cheek. Nico immediately swiped those and sucked the salty cream off his finger. Through hazy eyes, I rubbed my release into his skin. Foolish to mark him, but I was going to do it anyway.

“Babbo, c’mere.” Nico beckoned me down toward him.

His cock slipped from my ass, and I felt his release leak from my body. I’d worry about the mess later because if my boy needed a cuddle, he would get a fucking cuddle. I settled my weight against him. I tried to keep my weight off him, but he pulled me tighter and tighter to him. When I allowed my body to anchor him to the bed, he finally sighed in contentment. I didn’t imagine this morning that I’d end my evening being a living weighted blanket, but I’d happily do it every night.

“Babbo?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for helping with dinner tonight.”

“I didn’t do much.”

“And thanks for being nice to my family.”

“I know they drive you nuts, but they obviously love you very much.” I’d been thinking about it all night, so it was time to clue Nico in on my nefarious plan. “You should know I’m going to steal Nonna.”

Nico’s soft chuckle warmed me like nothing else. “Noooo, you can’t steal her, but I might be convinced to share.”

“Deal, love.”