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I should’ve seen it coming, I’d taken part in it three times before with past captains. I didn’t get where the tradition started, usually it was after the first game of the season, the captain would be walloped by paper plates of cream, sometimes whipped, other times shaving, but they also mixed it up with actual pie crust filled with custard and cream.

The tradition, from what I knew of it, began fifteen years ago when the captain back then fell face first into a dessert table from winning the first game of the season, and it was considered lucky, especially because the rumor was, he’d been very drunk, and was close to falling into the table with all the cutlery and sharp knives too.

Wren looked at me from the front lawn in complete shock, the fun color changing lights from the windows illuminating him in reds, pink, blues, and I could’ve stared at him all evening. I had tried to already.

“Come on,” I said, holding a hand out to him. “They’re not going to get you.” I turned again to see some of the other players squirting whipped cream from the can right into each other’s mouths. Yeah, they were done throwing it at me now.

Before coming to me inside, Wren took a picture on his phone.“You’re gonna have to explain that one to me,” he said. “I might have to write about it.”

I shook my head with all the different creams and fillings flying off me as if I was a wet dog that had been drenched. “As long as I look good in the picture.”

He giggled, trying to shy himself away from the spray effect of my shake. “We’ll see.”

This celebration was bigger than the one we’d held for Jack’s birthday. There was still cake, albeit a healthier one from Julia’s words, but in the air, I could smell Liam’s cooking. He took any opportunity he could to get on the grill in the garden, and any chance to show off his cooking skills.

After walking around to get seen, Wren’s stare told me all I needed to know about what he thought we should’ve been doing next.

“You wanna shower with me?” I asked.

His teeth sank into his lip. “Can we?”

“As long as we don’t take too long, and we show our faces again here before the party is over,” I told him.

Before we could head upstairs, Liam stopped us with a cooler box in his arms, showing off in some aspect to his nickname. “You’re not going already,” he said. “I’m about to put some steaks on the grill. Fresh steaks, these things are—” He attempted a chef’s kiss, but without the finger motion, so he just gestured with a kiss to the air. “Not wagyu, but the next best thing.”

“You think I look good like this?” I asked, gesturing to the mostly melted and sticky to my skin cream. If I went outside like this, I’d have been eaten alive by night bugs. “Of course, we’re coming back down, but we’ve eaten, so maybe save one for later.”

“And you?” he asked with a nod to Wren.

He glanced in my direction, as if asking for permission or a response.

“Do you want one?” I asked him. “Or we could share one.”

He nodded. “Yeah, we’ll share.”

Once upstairs in my room, Wren looked physically overworked and flushed.

“You ok, baby?”

“I’m fine, it’s just that I’m not sure if I like steak. And I didn’t want to waste one just to try it,” he said. “And Liam said they were expensive.”

I pulled him into my arms in a deep hug and squeeze. “You’re wrong, they were not expensive at all. They were bought in bulk. And they’re good. But if we share, then you can always eat more if you like it.” They were a great source of protein, which is why we had a large cooler full of them, but even then, they were only ordered and brought out for nights like this.

“And that’s why you’re such a good Daddy.” He pressed his head into my chest, and I could feel the light thrumming patter of his racing heart on my skin.

“You’re definitely going to need to get in a shower with me now,” I said, transferring the sticky remnants of cream from my skin to his. “What a shame that is.”

The idea that tonight would include sex somewhat scared me. I never went into any game scared; I was prepared and amped for each game, but this wasn’t a game. This was something wilder, there weren’t a set of rules, and nobody was telling me plays. I was going into this knowing that our bodies had connected on a level I’d never allowed my skin to connect with anyone else before. Pleasures were different for everyone. The pleasures I devoured mostly were those of ideas, the way a person made me feel, and how their actions could play a part in their affection towards me. A stroke of my skin, but only beneath my ribs, or the underside of a bicep. They were the areas that I recalled getting me hard.

Neither of us got hard in the shower, which I thought could’ve been a fun place to play, especially where bodily fluids were concerned, but that wasn’t the play. The play was going to come to me later, when I collected my parcel from the basket downstairs. The one I’d forgot to grab on the way up.

Wren hadn’t brought a change of clothes, which was my fault, I’d only been focused on the clothes he was going to wear to bed, or to play in. So, I dressed him up in a pair of my sweatpants which were far too long in the leg for him, and an oversized team hoodie.

Most of the team were outside in the back, warming themselves up by the fire and waiting for Liam to finish cooking the steaks. He was peculiar about them, making sure nobody ever had one that was well done, I think a well-done steak might’ve sent him into a coma.

“Just in time,” Liam called out, drawing attention to me and Wren as we walked, hand-in-hand. “The next steak is yours.”

Being captain was great for these little perks of respect, and I knew Liam wasn’t the one who’d tried to get me removed from the team, which meant, there was still someone who did, and it occasionally gnawed at me.

Wren clung to my hand after being unable to bring his stuffed orca down with him, not because he hadn’t wanted to, but because he’d seen the mess the whipped cream had made and was scared for the life of his orca. So, the orca, alongside the magic bag of teddies were all tucked up in my bed, waiting for us to get back.

We spent an hour in the garden. Wren nibbled at some of the steak before needing a napkin, in private to spit the steak out into. It was good, but the cook on it had a bloody taste to it, which had grown on me over the years. The party died down and most people left, except those who were sleeping with other teammates.

Before leaving the stragglers for the night, I announced into the garden. “Make sure you all wrap it up, we’re all a bit too young for kids.”

“You too!” Zachary called back from the seats.

Owen swotted Zachary’s arm. “You know they can’t get pregnant.”

As we walked into the light of the kitchen area, Wren’s face was glowing red. I didn’t know which it was mostly about, but I could’ve taken a guess, or two. Maybe we weren’t ready to take this to the next step of our intimacy.

“They all think we’re going to now,” he whispered.

I kept hold of his hand as we walked through the house, passing the foyer where packages were kept. Mine was in a small box, I kept it in place under my arm. “Let them think what they want,” I said. “There’s no pressure to do anything but spend time together, and of course, see the stars from my ceiling.”

“What’s in the package?”

“Ok, nosey, well, it’s—” I didn’t know how to word it to keep him from getting an idea or impression from me. “It’s just something in case we decided.”

“A bad dragon?” he asked.

“What? No,” I laughed. “I only just learned about that. Fine. I’ll show you in the room.”

Wren was a ball of energy when were alone together. He ran and jumped onto my bed amongst all the teddies. “I hope Liam didn’t see me spit the steak out, and I hope he’s not mad. It’s just—it didn’t taste cooked properly.”

We weren’t going to get into that, and Liam would have a Hulk-style meltdown if someone criticized his cooking—mostly because he was built like the Hulk, and his staple Halloween costume was to be painted completely green.

I sat on the bed beside Wren and tore open the box to reveal three different bottles of lube. “It’s just something to play with,” I said. “Tingle, strawberry, and heat. I don’t know much about them, but I like the sensory ones.”

“The strawberry ones taste good.” He grabbed at the red bottle. “Reminds me of medicine from childhood.” Pulling the cap back, he inhaled the scent of it, rolling his eyes back and sighing. “Ah, so good.”

“You had the good stuff then,” I said, trying to get a smell of the lube. It wasn’t the first time I’d bought lube or even used it. I had been curious about pleasure on occasion when I would find myself incredibly horned up with all the extra testosterone built up from intense games or training sessions. Orgasms were nature’s way of releasing it, I’d never really pictures anyone when I masturbated, I relied heavily on sensory pleasures, like the way lube would help my hand go faster over the tip of my uncut cock, or how my nipples became so hard, they were sensitive to the point they could’ve had a shared throbbing beat to match and meet my cock.

“You wanna play Daddy?” he asked with that gorgeous pout of his and those slow blinks. “I can get dressed up and you can be my dragon tamer, or—I don’t know, I don’t think I know how to be bad enough that I need taming.”

Ever since falling for him and down this rabbit hole, I’d learned so much about what he needed in little space and playtime. I was hoping to curate it for him, but now that the lube was out, I didn’t want it to distract from my plans. “I was thinking, we could do some things you like, like your crochet, like cartoons, or something. And I could read you some stories, I downloaded some picture books to my iPad, I—I kinda wanted to get physical ones to read bedtime stories to you, but then I didn’t know how I’d explain having them if anyone asked.”

Wren threw himself at me, his embrace almost threw us both off the side of the bed. “You wanna play,” he said in a cheer, his voice already more playful. “I have a game. I’m the dragon, and you’ve got all my teddies, and I must be good to get my teddies back.”

I pressed my lips to his forehead and kissed little pecks down the bridge of his nose. “Well, get changed and I’ll see what you can do in order to get your teddies back.”

He nodded, jumping off me like a spider monkey, he landed on the floor. After a quick rummage, where he spilled the contents of his bag across my bedroom floor, he revealed the dragon onesie.

I prepared my part by holding the teddies hostage, especially the orca he held close wherever he went. It smelled the most like him. I held it in my arms, occasionally inhaling his scent from it while Wren was changing. I noticed something strange about the onesie, maybe less strange and more of a feature he wanted exploring. There was a hatch of cloth clinging to the back of his onesie right where his ass was. And he was naked in there.

“Did you watch me?” he asked, going on all fours to skitter across the floor back to the bed. “Or did you close your eyes?” I’d only just noticed the tiny wing attachment on the back as well. I was in awe of his freedom, I’d felt like there was a lock on myself, a lock he’d managed to blast open and free me from.

“Of course, it’s a Daddy’s job to make sure his boy is safe,” I said, patting my lap. “Come on, let Daddy see if you’ve fastened yourself in properly. I wouldn’t want anything to spill out.”

He giggled and with a frog like jump, he landed on the foot of the bed. “What type of things would spill out?”

It answered itself for me, his ass already hanging out the hole in the back. “Oops.”

He pressed his ass to the bed, as if hiding it from me. “I didn’t fasten it properly.”

“Or did you just want me to see it?”

Wren’s playful gaze had my heart skipping beats. There wasn’t a giant need for sexual intimacy in my life, there never had been, but where this gorgeous soul was concerned, I was rock solid, desperate to feel the bliss of an orgasm from his careful and soft hands.

“You’ve seen it before,” he said. “It’s not like it’s any different now.” He flopped over on his belly, his ass in the air now, the flap on the back of the onesie wide open to expose his peachy mountains, rounded and jiggly as he wiggled on the bed.

“Are you trying to charm me?” I asked. “Mr. Dragon.”

“I’m not Mr. Dragon,” he said, wiggling his ass more furiously. “I’m little dragon, and I haven’t burned down your house.” He looked behind, his chin pressing into his shoulder. “So, pretty please can I have those teddies.”

“That is good dragon behavior.” I tossed one of the smaller teddies in his direction.

Wren immediately pulled the teddy into the front of his onesie. “Yum.” He smacked his lips. “Oops.”

“Did you just eat it?”

“I’m keeping it warm,” he giggled and jiggled his ass for me. It had me in a hypnotic trance, just seeing it like two fleshy bowls of Jell-O, teasing me to dive in headfirst and explore him. “Can I have another?”

Something I’d learned was within this style of play, taking on the role meant becoming a caretaker who had to make sure their little was using manners, and rewarding good behavior, just as they would at that age. “What’s the magic word?” I asked.

“I don’t know magic,” he said. “I’m not a witch. I promise. I’m just a dragon.”

“Well, no more teddies without that magic word. It starts with a P.”

He hummed and humped his hips into the bed. “Please can I have another teddy? I’m being my teddy horde.”

“A teddy horde?” I asked, throwing another smaller teddy toward him, landing on the back of his neck. “I hope you’re going to command them to do good.”

“Of course, I’m a good dragon.”

I tossed him another teddy. It was surprisingly fun for me. I’d been unsure on how this play would feel. The idea that I was only entertaining it because I liked Wren was now out of the window since I was enjoying it for me, and the wisp of tingles that traveled from my stomach into my cock.

Wren crawled across the bed until he was forcing himself between my legs. I tried to keep them shut, so he didn’t see the erection I’d tried to hide in the fabric of my sweatpants. “Is that a dragon?” he asked, spotting my cock as it raised across my thigh.“Or is that your dragon tail?” He glanced up at me, his tongue wetting his lips.

“I’m a dragon as well,” I said, making claws shapes from my hands and down acorss Wren’s back I began to tickle and scratch him. “You’re mine, you’re all mine now.”

As he giggled and tried to pull away, all the teddies he’d eaten came falling out through the bottom of the onesie, right where his ass had been poking through. I pulled him into my arms and held him tight. He stopped wiggling and gave in to the kisses on his neck.

“Is it your tail?” Wren asked again, his hand positioned beside it on my thigh. “I won’t tell the others that you’re a dragon.”

My cock throbbed naturally itching for his touch. It was an all new experience. My body was betraying me and my words, I’d wanted to keep teasing him, but I was only teasing myself.