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OTTO

Naked as the day I was born, I waited for Preston to be ready for me. Tonight, when I entered his bed without a stitch of clothing between us, I was baring more than skin. I was asking for permission for more from him.

More than he’d asked for but hopefully not more than he wanted.

When thirty minutes had passed, I padded across the living room to Preston's bedroom door. It was slightly ajar, as it always was, in a silent invitation for me to join him.

I hesitated for a moment, gathering the nerve to step inside the dimly lit room. Dim but not fully dark. Enough light came in from the moonlight and the bathroom light that I could clearly see Preston nestled into the mountain of pillows and high-thread-count bedding.

Preston's eyes were closed, but I knew he was keenly aware of my presence. As I lingered in the doorway, those eyes fluttered open and his gaze was on me, hungry and expectant. A shiver ran down my spine from the intensity of that look. It was a look that could strip me bare, even if I hadn't already done the job myself.

There was no rush or urgency in the moment. Just a new anticipation winding tight between us. As my feet carried me slowly toward the bed, Preston lifted the sheets to invite me in. When they were all the way off him, I saw his own nakedness.

Apparently, we’d had the same idea.

"Come, Daddy."

I obeyed, drawn by the magnetic force of his need, and the name that melted my heart every time he said it. Daddy. He wanted his Daddy.

Settling onto the mattress beside him, Preston immediately scooted toward me in slow and deliberate moves.

As I slid under the covers next to him, it was like stepping into a world where only Preston and I existed. Just Daddy and boy. I shifted close enough to feel his breath against my skin.

The air between us was charged with anticipation as we moved together, instinctively finding the position that had become most comfortable for us. Preston’s head nestled into the crook of my arm and his mouth was just inches from my chest.

"Ready, baby?" I asked in a low and steady voice.

He nodded and then launched toward me. There was no hesitation as he latched on and pulled in the first drops of milk.

Every time I felt him on the latch, my cock twitched. The sensation was an indescribable mix of the best kinds of pleasure as I cradled his head and ran my fingers through his hair in silent reassurance and support.

His suckling was rhythmic and needy. Music to the ears of a Daddy and a provider.

I could feel the tension draining from Preston’s body with each pull as he surrendered to the experience. While he drew sustenance from me, I focused on the act of providing for him in a way that almost no one else could.

Preston’s hand slid down my back, and when he reached my bare ass, he whimpered against me. “Daddy…please.”

"Please what, baby?" I’d give him anything he wanted. He just needed to ask.

But Preston responded without words. He just pressed his cock to my thigh and dug his fingers into my crack. Fuck, that boy knew how to get to me every time.

As his sucking slowed down, Preston thrust his hip forward so his dick hit my equally hard cock.

I held still, unwilling to risk hearing his judgment or disapproval. This was our time to be fully present with each other. A sacred space where we both could rest without leaving each other’s arms.

Preston moved his hand to mine and then dragged it over his cock. “Please, Daddy.”

The warmth and strength of Preston's mouth was a sensation I'd grown accustomed to, yet it still sent shivers down my spine when he was latched. It wasn’t just a physical experience, but now that I had a visual element, I was about to come just from glancing at the boy’s half-lidded eyes as he suckled.

Preston’s fingers traced patterns on my belly while he anticipated what was coming. I could tell by the way his eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks that he was teetering on the edge between contented bliss and aching need.

A low hum of approval was my signal to Preston that I was attuned to his unspoken desires.

Easing my hand around the curve of his bottom, I ventured farther, teasing his sensitive crack with feather-light touches.

Preston moaned into my skin and the vibration sent a jolt straight through me. His body arched back into my hand, silently begging for more.

I paused for a moment when he detached from my chest, but he didn’t go far. His breath hit my skin in small puffs as he pointed to the nightstand. "Condoms and lube."

Fuck, he wanted it all.

The foil packet crinkled between my fingers as I opened it up and rolled it onto my cock. The lube was cool, but Preston didn’t react at all. There was no fumbling or a break in the rhythm we'd built together.

He shifted closer and slid his own hand around me. As he stroked my length, I slid one slick finger past the tight ring of muscle guarding his opening and pushed all the way in.

His breath hitched, but he pushed back against me like he wanted more. After a full minute, I added a second finger and continued to stretch him slowly while listening to the subtle shifts in his breathing.

"I'm ready, Daddy." The words were tinged with desperation in my boy’s plea for fulfillment. It wasn't just about the physical act of making love but also the promise of care and the affirmation of our bond.

Gently, I maneuvered him onto his back until he lay open and willing beneath me.

Then I rolled the condom on. We’d both been tested prior to our arrangement, but since he asked me to wear it, I didn’t mind. The latex was a necessary barrier between us, but not a hindrance to the heat that pulsed from my body to his.

Aligning my shaft with his opening, I pushed into Preston with a tenderness that belied the raw hunger that thrummed through my veins. With his legs wrapped around my waist, he pulled me deeper. I knew I wasn’t going to last long, but I couldn’t stay still any longer.

I had to bury fully into him and then pull out in a quick thrust as if his channel were a fleshlight. A warm, perfect fleshlight.

We moved in a silent dance of love and lust. Our whispers and sighs filled the air as evidence of our connection. Tension coiled within us and built up as we came together and apart as one.

Preston dug his nails into my back with a delicious pressure that only served to drive me closer to the edge. And when he finally came, spilling warmth between our joined bodies, I followed him over the cliff.

Finally, we were together in all ways.

In the aftermath, as our breathing slowed and our cocks were finally sated, I cradled him against my chest once again. This time, there was no need for nursing because he already had a full tummy of milk. “You okay, sweet boy?”

"Yes. Thank you, Daddy." Preston’s voice was muffled against my skin. “The best.”

"Good boys get good nighttime surprises." And I meant that.