Page 14 of Rowan’s Renewal (DKAG Summer Shorts #6)

W aking up on our last full day of vacation brings a bittersweet feeling with it.

The last week has felt like something out of a dream.

I never could have imagined that I'd feel comfortable wearing shorts or putting myself in situations where bathrooms weren't readily accessible, that I would find a companion who doesn't get grossed out when my bladder lets go without my permission and who isn't embarrassed when it happens in public, but all of that has been true.

I've even rediscovered a love of swimming —in pools, not the ocean— which the me of a week ago would have scoffed at. But here I am.

And, as if to punctuate just how dreamlike this whole thing is, I've woken up hard, my cock straining against the damp confines of my nighttime diaper.

Aaron has been amazing about my ED to this point.

We've fooled around, grinding together in bed and on the couch, and with me giving him a couple of blowjobs in the shower, and he's never once sulked that I haven't physically gotten off with him, despite how much I have enjoyed our time together.

But I can't lie and say I haven't wished that I could get it up for him, that I could experience an orgasm with him, because I have.

And now there's a chance that I can, assuming this surprise erection doesn't deflate as unexpectedly as it appeared.

"Daddy..." I croon, rocking my hips against his side, feeling a bit naughty for enjoying the press of squishy, moist cotton against my hard cock. I feel bubbly and light inside as I playfully tease, "My diaper needs attention."

Aaron snorts and cracks an eye open, turning his head to smile at me, curiosity dancing in his dark eyes. "That's a new one."

You're about to discover how new.

I squirm and affect a pout, trying to ignore the little jolts of pleasure from my movement.

They're familiar, but also like a long-lost memory, the kind of sensation I wish I could experience more often, but I know that if I indulge too much now, I'll come too soon.

I want to extend this for as long as my body will allow. " Please , Daddy?"

"It's unfair that it has taken you less than a week to work out my kryptonite," he grumbles, but he's smiling as he presses a kiss to my forehead and then rolls out of the bed to grab the wipes and a pair of my daytime protection underwear.

Little does he know, he won't be needing the latter just yet.

I get into position for him, unable to hide my smirk as he carefully undoes the tabs of my diaper, rolling the sodden cotton and plastic away with his usual reverence.

"Well, I see why we were so insistent this morning," he says as my cock springs up to say hello, and there's equal parts warmth and arousal in his gaze and he looks up to meet mine. "How are you feeling about this, baby?"

"Pretty fucking ecstatic, actually," I answer honestly.

"It's been a while." An embarrassingly long while since I was hard with a partner, actually, not that I say as much out loud.

Of course, I remember how important consent is to Aaron, and then I feel guilty that I have literally just sprung my hard dick in his face and—

"I'm so happy you want to share this with me," he says, interrupting my thought spiral and unknowingly easing my concerns. "I'm still going to wipe you down, though, okay?"

My cock twitches enthusiastically at the idea of any sort of contact and I blush. "Yes please, Daddy."

He works quickly with the wipes, cleaning off my skin before disappearing into the bathroom to get rid of the trash and wash his hands.

When he returns, he sets a bottle of lube on the nightstand, undresses, and then climbs into bed beside me, seizing my mouth with a firm, glorious kiss.

My cock dribbles precum at that alone, and I gasp into Aaron's mouth when his hand wraps around my length and strokes, spreading the stickiness over my hardened flesh.

"This okay?" he asks.

Already breathless and overwhelmed by how amazing it is to be touched by someone else like this again, I can only nod.

We kiss some more, tongues sliding languidly over each other, before he pulls back again to ask, "How do you want this morning to play out, sweetheart? You're running the show right now."

My heart hammers with arousal and adrenaline. I want it all. I want him to jerk me off. I want to rut my cock against his. I want to roll him onto his back and fuck him. I want him to ride me. I want to feel his mouth on me, to spill into the perfect wet, warm suction my tongue has experienced.

Logically, I know this isn't going to be the only erection I ever experience with him. But it's my first, and I want everything with him.

Clearly sensing my indecision, he strokes me slowly and soothes, "I'm gonna love it all, Ro. Close your eyes...that's it...now tell me, what do you see yourself doing with this perfect cock today? No limits, baby."

My unlimited options race through my head, inspiring visuals that have me on the edge of release without actually doing any of them. "In—" I gasp and roll my hips, "Inside you. I want...I want to be inside you."

"Good boy," his praise does nothing to settle the bubbling euphoria and pleasure of the moment, nor does the new kiss he draws me into; this one hotter and needier than the previous ones. Then, blissfully, he takes over, tugging my shirt over my head, leaving us both naked.

"On your back, sweetheart. Daddy's going to ride you."

I scramble to obey while he grabs the bottle of lube. "I'm on PrEP and get tested regularly for work. My test last month was negative, and I haven't gone bare since my breakup two months ago. But I have condoms in my bag if you want—"

I'm shaking my head before he can even finish speaking. "I'm on PrEP, too. I haven't been with anyone in over a year. My annual physical was six months ago, and I tested negative then."

"So, you're good with going bare?" He double checks. "Color?"

"Green. So green I'm practically Kermit the frog."

" Ohhh , we're bringing puppets into the bedroom. I knew you had surprise kinks, baby."

"He's a Muppet not a puppet," I correct while laughing. "Now shut up and kiss me."

He complies with my demand, but not before cheekily asking, "Excuse me, but which one of us is the Daddy?"

I don't get to reply, though, because I'm swept up into the kiss, and then he's pressing the lube into my hands and I'm too distracted by the process of opening him up while he straddles me.

It's been a really long time since I last topped, because Alex didn't bottom, but muscle memory takes over and I relish the feeling of sinking my slicked up fingers inside Aaron's willing body, where he is warm and tight and perfect.

I tear my mouth away from his to watch his facial expressions as he bounces on my digits, moaning when I crook my fingers and graze his sweet spot.

"Oh, yes , baby," he arches his back, "more of that."

Supported by pillows against the headboard, I reach for his neglected cock with my free hand, trying not to come at the sensory overload of his hand on my dick, and mine both on him and inside him while he continues to make decadent sounds of pleasure.

"Fuck," he groans after a few more moments of scissoring my fingers while he rides them, “Ro, that feels too good. Need you in me now.”

I’m enjoying myself too much, too, but the hint of Daddy voice in his demand has me pulling my fingers out and grappling blindly for the lube bottle again.

It’s funny how I’ve already been conditioned to respond to that voice, to that hint of dominance laced with affection.

Maybe I was always made to be someone’s sub. Someone’s Boy.

No, not someone’s. Aaron’s.

I’ve never been one to really believe in fate or destiny or anything particularly airy-fairy, but I have no other way to justify all the coincidences that brought us together. It honestly feels like it was meant to be.

And, once my cock is slicked up and he’s lowering his body down onto me, that feeling solidifies in my chest.

Because fuck he feels amazing.

“Y-you good?” he pants once he’s fully seated. I blink up at him, bewildered.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

His lips quirk. “Daddy habits die hard… nnngh . Fuck, baby, your cock is filling me up so good.” He’s rolling his hips slowly, setting the pace while I flounder underneath him.

I can’t decide where to put my hands or how to get my mouth on some part of him — any part of him. He’s so tight around my cock, warm and slick from the lube, and it’s taking all my concentration not to come too soon.

“ Daddy ,” I whine, and I can’t even be embarrassed by the sound as it leaves my lips, “you feel amazing. I’m already close.”

He groans and increases his pace, leaning forward to kiss me, his hips still undulating. “Hold it for me, Ro. Don’t come yet.”

Oh god.

The command is hot and terrifying all at once, because the sheer pleasure I get from being ordered not to come is making all my synapses fire up.

“ Daddy… ” I gasp against his lips, my body bouncing with his movement on top of me.

“Be a — oh, Jesus— be a good boy, Rowan.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Each unspoken curse matches with a thrust of my hips into him, with a landing of his firm, youthful ass against my bare skin.

My balls draw up almost painfully tight. After so long without a partner, and literal years of not topping, I’m beyond overwhelmed by the pleasure of this connection.

“D-Daddy…” I can’t vocalize anything else.

Just a plaintive repetition of the special title I use for him in private.

The one that symbolizes how different he is to every other man I’ve been with.

The one that highlights my trust in him.

My brain feels like soup. Floaty, bubbly, near-orgasming soup. “Daddy, I can’t…”