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Daddy was a dragon now, or at least he had a tail in the front of his sweatpants, and I’d been eager to explore. I needed to see if his tail was bigger than mine, and as a new dragon tradition, I wanted to see what it tasted like.

He undressed while I stayed in my onesie. His muscles twitched and flexed in the same way I’d seem him do it in the shower, rolling the water off his chest. It was mesmerizing. I continued to keep my eyes on him while he became completely naked in front of me.

“You like to watch?” he asked. “I know you do. What do you want to see me do?” His brows rose. “Think carefully, because this is your reward.”

There was so much I wanted to see him do, and I was high on that list of things. I wanted him to do me first. “I want you to show me your arm muscles. Because a Daddy’s got to have the biggest and most strongest arm muscles.”

He flexed his biceps, showing just how much they could grow from a little flick of muscle movement. I was distracted by his entire body on show, I didn’t know what I wanted to touch first, so I dove head first into his arm pits and inhaled the sweet musk his body gave off. It was divine, I wanted it to all rub off on me.

He almost put me into a headlock with the way I was forcing my entire body onto him.

“Is that all you wanted?” he asked, reaching out across my back until he’d pulled me up enough to feel my ass and gave me some playful full-handed grasps. “Because I think I know something else you might want.”

I didn’t know how intimate he wanted to be or go with me. I’d never been with someone who had confessed to having little sex drive, or being demisexual. But if he was touching on me in that way, I was going to take Daddy’s cues and let him lead.

From there, I touched his cock. It was warm in my hand and throbbed back at me as I continued to press my face into his pit. His body had a natural musk to it that even the soap and scented body washes couldn’t touch, it wasn’t a bad thing, it was him, and I was so deeply desperate to have every sense memory stored in a vault.

“Good boy,” his words were soft, making me wiggle around in excitement.

From the selection of lubes, we played with the tingle one. I applied some to Daddy’s nipple, but only because he’d told me they were sensitive, and I knew his pleasure stemmed from somewhere much deeper. I still wasn’t fully clued into what demisexuality meant, but from his reaction to being around me, it was an honor that he chose me.

“Is it edible?” he asked, taking the bottle. “Yep. You want to try?”

My eyes as big as saucers as I straddled his lap, feeling his cock throb up against my back. I hadn’t been able to touch it since taking the position, but knowing it was still excited for me, I knew tonight was going to be our first time.

Daddy cradled my head as I placed my mouth to his nipple. One hand under my chin, he guided me. It tasted fruity almost as I dabbed my tongue against it before sucking his entire nipple into my mouth. Daddy moaned and his hips jerked, jolting my face harder against his chest, cushioned by all his muscle.

“Is that good, Daddy?” I asked, saliva from my lips and tongue creating a line that connected me to his skin.

“Now the other.”

I latched onto his other nipple, sucking at the lube. He wrapped both arms around my back, squeezing me against his body as he moaned. I knew I was going harder on this nipple, leaving my teeth imprints behind, and even a little love bite. But only because I knew he liked it, his body told me that much.

“You’re really good at that,” he said, tipping my head back. “When did your tongue get those skills?”

Sticking my tongue out. I could see why he asked me. I hadn’t exactly been that good at kissing, but that didn’t mean my tongue was useless. “I eat a lot of yogurts and sometimes I need to get to the bottom of the pot.”

The biggest smile formed across his lips. He was impressed, or proud, either way, that smile was me and only me. “You constantly surprise me. Fuck, I just want to—I just—I want to stay in this forever.”

“As long as you feed me and give me yarn to crochet with, I’ll happily stay forever.”

He kissed my forehead, pushing up from his elbows. “I think it’s my turn to explore your body now.”

Blinking wildly, I had barely began to explore him. “But I—”

“But what, baby?”

“I wanted to—”His cock twitched up at my back once more, like he knew what I was talking about. It was unfair that I hadn’t been able to taste it yet, only touch it. I had other senses that needed to be pleased. I pouted. “I wanted to explore more of you.”

Biting his lip, he nodded. “Well, consider me your plaything, explore me. But I wanted to explore all of you afterwards, so don’t get too excited.”

“I won’t,” I promised, and I didn’t, mostly because I didn’t touch myself at all while I went across the length of his gorgeous body. His cock was the last place to visit, warmth radiated from it like a heat lamp. I looked up at him as I slipped between his legs, laid on the bed. I took his cock and with the tip of my tongue, I licked his tip. The immediate sweetness to his precum elicited a moan, followed by an insatiable oral fixation. I wasn’t the type of little to suck their thumb, or need a pacifier when I played, but something about his cock woke that part of me. I went into it timid, but within seconds, I was bobbing around on it, taking it all the way to the back of my throat. I had no gag reflex to speak of, and his occasional twitching thrust that had my nose pushed into the trimmed bush of pubic hair proved just that.

Daddy moaned his words of encouragement, telling me just how good I was, and how good I made him feel. I didn’t care for anything else, but to make him feel good, and to get all those good feelings out of him. He was delicious, divine on my tongue, but I had to stop myself, because he might’ve been the one to get too excited before me. I was so good at my job, and Daddy was still new at being a Daddy and taking control, I had to give him some leeway.

“Ok,” he said through some deep panting. “I’m gonna need to take over now.”

“I made a new friend,” I said, looking at all my saliva lubing his cock, mixed with his precum. His foreskin pulled back and his pink head on show. I wanted to go back and lick it like a lollipop, but I was a good boy, and I had to make sure I listened to what Daddy wanted.

Still dressed in my onesie, he laid me on my back and through the exposed parts where the onesie opened down the front, he kissed me and nuzzled his head and prickly stubble. It had me groaned under the pressure of his touch, trying not to pull away from how sensitive he was making me. It was a good thing.

“I’m gonna use some of this on you,” he said, showing me the tingle lube.

“Whatever you want, Daddy. I’m yours.”

The tingle was sudden and intense, warm yet cooling, like feeling the fizz of a bath bomb, it had my toes curling and a giggle suppressed in the back of my throat.

“Let it out,” he said.

There were so many people in this house, I didn’t want any of them coming in. Not that I thought they would, but since they lived here, my senses were on alert to keep the noise down. The only place they were never like that was in a hotel room.

He touched my cock, and I did let out a moan. He looked up at me from my waist, pulling at the zipper of the onesie until my cock was in full view, hitting just below my belly button. “You’ve got to tell me if I’m any good at it,” he said. “I’ve—”

“You don’t have to,” I said, sitting upright as a reflex. “It’s—”

Daddy placed a hand on my chest, pushing me back against the bed. “I want to, lay down, and enjoy it.”

I screwed my eyes as he took my cock and his mouth enveloped the tip. Mine was the first one in his mouth ever, I didn’t know how he was going to react. Even for some gay men, giving head wasn’t top on their lists, but Daddy was slow, his tongue did most of the work, and my inclination to reach out and place my hands on his head was strong. I kept my hands behind my head to keep me from doing something that could put him off it.

“You taste good,” he said.

“Do I?” I asked. “Really?”

“I can’t go too far down, but does it feel good for you?”

“Yes. I like it.”

He leaned over me, his cock touching mine. “Good,” he said. “I’m glad you like it, but I don’t think I could ever do what you did to mine justice. Yours is—” He kissed me. “That tongue.” With his tongue in my mouth, he explored me internally, and I gave him some of the action he was asking for, although my tongue barely fought back against his.

“I like your tongue more,” I told him.

Hiking my legs up, he pushed my knees to my chest. “I’ve got one more place to explore,” he said. “If you’ll let me. If you—if you’re ready.”

“Are you ready?” I asked.

He smirked and nodded. “Of course. I’ve been putting in the research.”

“Ok.” I took a deep breath. There was trust there, but I was scared still. I was always scared about having my ass eaten, I shaved it very well, but I never held a mirror up to it. It was almost impossible to ever fully see.

The moment spread my cheeks and dove in, I was incredibly relaxed. He soft approach, stroking up both my thighs as his tongue worked all the magical angles it could eating my ass. And now, I really couldn’t help the moans, they were load, coming from the depths of my throat. My toes curled and my knees nearly buckled around his head from how ticklish he made my ass feel, and the way he occasionally went up and played with my balls.

I needed to see this research he’d been doing for myself, I might’ve been able to learn something myself from it. I was so quick to distract myself from the act at all times because I didn’t want to become overwhelmed and have a little accident.

Finally pulling away, he looked at me for a moment. The question in his eyes. “I have a condom,” he said. “I’ve also practiced with them.”

He must’ve really liked me. I nearly chomped off my bottom lip with the way I held it trying to suppress my smile. “I’m ready.”

In the bedside table, there was a box of condoms and a couple of wrappers. He really had been practicing. “I didn’t fully cum in them, it’s weird,” he said. “A weird feeling. Have you ever put one on?”

“Oh no, I’ve never—never put my thingy in anyone. Only a—” my face flushed as a wave of warmth took me. “Uh.”

“Only a what?” he asked, taking a condom out of the packet. He rolled it down his hard cock. I was now twitching all over just watching the intimate act. My hole getting in on the action as it throbbed, readying itself.

“I’ve used a teddy before,” I whispered. “It had a toy inside it that you can fuck, but I never put one of those on for it.”

“I like to know what you’re into,” he said. “I’ll look into it.” He took one of the bottles of lube. “Regular. I don’t want to overwhelm your insides with the tingle.”

“Oh. Yeah. Just the regular one there. Please.”

“Just relax, baby.”

It was his first time. There was far too much pressure on me, but also, he had no expectations.

My knees back a my chest, giving him a better view and access to the cloth hatch in the back of my onesie, an all-access pass to this ass. The mechanics were simple, and lube makes things easier. We made continued eye contact as he positioned himself, his tip at my ass, and then pushing as he went in. There was no slow about it, he went in, deep. Balls deep.

A delayed moan came out once I’d regained the breath he took away from me. He also moaned, louder, deeper, rougher in the back of his throat. He parted my legs and knees until his chest was against my chest, his lips to mine, and his thighs pushing my ass into a position that was intuitively the best for fucking me in.

Back and forth we moaned into each other’s mouths while he thrust deep and slow inside me. One of his hands scooped around my back and the other hand playing with my cock, rubbing the tip for precum and using that as a lube to stroke me with.

He was a full-service pleasure Daddy, allowing me to be a pillow princess while he sought out the zones on my body that made me moan the loudest, and having my hole squeeze around him. His soft kisses on my collar, down to my nipples, and his fingers gently tracing pictures against my ribcage, each had me holding back the urge to release all the excitement built up inside me.

There was no way he’d learned all of this from research. I didn’t know where he had found the time if that was true, he was always so busy with practice or classes. Maybe it was a natural skill, to please, that he hadn’t discovered until right now.

After only ten minutes, I came, feeling like a complete let down to him and all his stamina, and I’d made a mess of the inside of my onesie too.

“You want me to cum now?” he asked.

“Is it that easy?” I asked. “I wanted to feel it.”

He smirked, pushing my legs up over his shoulder. He pounded my ass with more of his entire body, and within a minute of skin on skin slapping, his cock throbbed like an explosion inside me, cumming inside the condom. It lasted seconds, but internally, I knew I’d been feeling that explosion for hours.

When he pulled out, I felt hollow. He laid beside me on bed, his head hitting the pillow amongst all my crochet teddies. He still had the condom on, with cum weighing it down at the end.

“I’ve never felt closer to anyone else in my entire life,” he said, tilting my head to face his. “I’m glad it was with you.” He leaned in and kissed me. “I’m sorry you messed up your onesie. Did you bring a spare?”

“Nope. I should’ve done.”

“Well, who needs a onesie when you’ve got me to cover you up all night.”

That was so true. I didn’t need a onesie, I liked having one for the warmth, but he was a human radiator. I didn’t need to be wearing all this fabric.

“Let me take this off, and I’ll get you cleaned up.”

I needed the link to his research. He was perfect now. Sure, we’d started off a little rocky, but now, he was the exact Daddy I’d been looking for, and he didn’t even know what I’d been looking for. But this was it.

At the side of the bed with some moist towelettes, he dipped to his knees at the side of the bed where he cleaned the cum from my skin and helped me undress. “Maybe next time, we should bring a spare,” he said.

“So, there’s gonna be a next time?” I asked, grabbing Bloo from across the bed and squeeing him against my chest in excitement.

“I would hope so,” he said. “I think you might actually be my lucky charm.” He walked across the room to turn the lights off before turning the constellations on the projector.

The sex was great, but staring at the ceiling and seeing the stars was on another level. I couldn’t explain the orgasmic response it had on my eyes, and just like an orgasm, it made me feel tired, which was good, because it meant I got to cuddle up in bed with Luke freaking Hotchkiss.