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ENZO

I could tell when Lincoln woke up because he went from heavy breaths to the little huffs of a boy trying not to smile. He’d fallen asleep with my nipple in his mouth again, and one arm was still draped across my belly and his leg was tangled between mine.

Lincoln flexed his foot against my calf and burrowed his nose into my neck. “Mornin’, Daddy.”

“Mm.” A sigh of pure contentment rolled out of me as I gave him a squeeze. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

Lincoln licked down my throat until he found the puckered disk he was searching for. Without another word, his mouth locked around my nipple again. His grip was lazy and unhurried, like it was more for comfort than hunger.

I rubbed up his spine, and he arched into my touch as if seeking more of it.

He didn’t have to seek. I wasn’t going anywhere.

I’d never met anyone who wanted me as constantly as Lincoln did. It was a heady feeling to have that kind of influence over someone else, and I didn’t take it lightly. It was an honor to hold that space for him, and I was becoming as addicted to him as he seemed to be to me.

Lincoln seemed to thrive off affection, praise, and milk. Especially milk. He liked to joke about it, but when he was latched on, he went soft and wordless in his safe and happy place.

I did too.

The rhythm of his tongue on my skin, working to pull the nourishment that my body produced for his enjoyment and comfort lulled me just as much as it did him.

I ran a thumb over his soft hair and traced the ridge of his ear. “Ready for breakfast?”

He pulled off and raised an eyebrow. “I just had mine.”

I kissed his forehead and pulled him up for a proper morning kiss. “We can go get cinnamon roll pancakes.”

Lincoln grinned and wiped the dribble off his chin with the back of his hand. “Oohh, that sounds yummy.”

“Get dressed.” I rolled him onto his back and stretched out beside him. “The day’s half over.”

“Weekends are supposed to be spent in bed.” He reached for his dick and gave it a cursory tug. “Naked and covered in milk and come.”

“You, my sweet boy, are dangerous.” I got up and headed to the bathroom. I left the door open so he could see me brush my teeth. Within seconds, he met me at the sink. “Wanna shower?”

He looked at us through the mirror and chuckled at our disheveled states. “Guess we should.”

His shower stall was built for one, but we made it work. Lincoln pressed up against me under the spray and let his hands roam free. He kneaded and fondled my balls like he was trying to get me back in bed, but we didn’t have time for that. But since we were both hard, I took care of us quickly and efficiently by kissing his mouth while jacking us with a firm grip of my hands.

It didn’t take long for us to come together in a slippery mess, but once that was out of the way and we could focus, we rinsed off and jumped out of the shower.

Eventually, we managed to get dressed and head out for the day.

We took the long way toward downtown as Lincoln held my hand. With our fingers laced together, we silently claimed each other for the world to see.

When a woman walked past us and gave me a lingering look, Lincoln huffed and wrapped his arms around me, making sure she knew I was taken.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” I put my arm across his shoulder and held him close. “You’re all I want in this world.”

“Are you sure?” His lip popped out as he looked at me. “It’s only been a few days. You don’t know all my annoying habits yet.”

“I know that I can’t stop thinking about you and I want to spend every minute with you, as evidenced by the fact that I haven’t left your side.”

Lincoln giggled and nodded. “Yeah, I was hoping you wouldn’t remember that you have a different house and would just stay at mine forever.”

I rolled my eyes at his silliness, but the truth was, I loved how much he wanted me around. And I really loved the possessive side that didn’t want anyone else to even look at me. “Don’t tempt me or I just might.”

“So…you won’t be mad if…” He let his thought trail off without finishing it.

I stopped walking and turned Lincoln to face me. “I won’t be mad. I promise. Now what were you going to say?”

He sucked in a big breath and blew it out through puffy cheeks. “Don’t freak out or anything but…I think I’m already in love.” He held up his hands to stop me from responding. “And I know it’s fast and crazy and all that, but that doesn’t make it untrue.”

He was right. It was fast and crazy and…not untrue.

I leaned forward and kissed his lips softly. “I’m definitely not mad, and I feel the same way, sweetheart.”

The diner wasn’t much more than a greasy old holdout from before the neighborhood got fancy. We could smell the cinnamon rolls well before we got to it, and the forty-minute wait outside was totally worth it once a plate was set in front of Lincoln and his eyes were huge with excitement.

Despite usually having a steady flow of conversation between us, we ate in companionable silence, only slowing down to swap bites or offer teasing glances at each other. It was nice that neither of us felt like we had to fill every moment with words. We were just happy to be together.

After breakfast, we wandered over to the farmers’ market.

Lincoln led me from stall to stall, sampling cheese and fudge and little cups of fresh-squeezed juice. It quickly became a routine for him to offer me a bite, and then lean in for a quick kiss when I took it.

It was the best kind of treat.

We bought flowers for Lincoln’s apartment. The bunch of bright orange lilies were wrapped in pink paper and made me smile every time I looked at them. Just like I smiled when I looked at him.

Before heading back, we took a seat on a bench at the edge of the park and just watched people passing by. Lincoln put his head on my shoulder and cradled the flowers in his lap. “This was the best day ever.” He pressed a kiss to my shoulder and then burrowed back into me. “Can we live here now?”

I squeezed him closer. “It might get cold at night.”

He shrugged. “You’ll keep me warm.”

I looked pointedly at all the strangers around us. “When would you get your milk?”

He twisted around and buried his face in my chest. “Good point. I wouldn’t want anyone around for that?”

“No?” I was surprised by that. “Why not?”

He scrunched up his eyebrows indignantly and huffed. “It’s mine. Only mine. No one else gets to know that part of you.”

“Fair enough.” I brushed a kiss over his head. “I can live with that.”

“Are you sure, Daddy?” He pulled back and looked me in the eyes. “For real?”

“Very sure, sweetheart.” I held him tighter and let the afternoon happen around us. In just the blink of an eye, I couldn’t remember a time when this didn’t feel like everything I’d ever wanted.

* * *

There was a breeze in the air on our walk home from the park. He made me hold the lilies and grinned every time a passing stranger caught us in their peripheral vision.

“So, ‘member how I said I don’t want you to go home?” Lincoln asked casually as we hit his block. He phrased it like a joke, but he gave me this sidelong glance.

“Yeah, I seem to recall something about that from, like…three hours ago.” I tickled his side and kissed his temple.

“Well, how ‘bout we do that? I need my Daddy all the time.” He pretended to trip off the curb, so I would catch him. And as soon as he was in my arms, I could see he was being genuine. “See, like that. If you weren’t here, I would have fallen on my face.”

My heart stuttered as I considered how I could give him everything he ever wanted. “What if I promise to come back tomorrow?” Before he could protest, I held up a finger to quiet him. “But you’ve gotta do your chores first.”

“Chores?” He perked up at the idea. “I have chores?”

I chuckled. “Well, I have chores at my house, so I’m sure we can come up with a few for you too. And if you’re all done by lunch time, I’ll bring you lunch and a liquid dessert.” I waggled my eyes dramatically.

Lincoln smiled. “Lunch and a treat. I can live with that.”

“Good.” I pinched his ass and we started walking again. “Because I’ve only got one thing to motivate you with.”

“Not true!” His jaw dropped. “You have a million things to motivate me with. Your mouth. Your cock. Your fingers. Your milk. Your cuddles.” He looked up at me. “Shall I go on?”

“You can…” I winked and then shook my head. “Okay, I get it. But if you get all your laundry done and vacuum, maybe I’ll pick you up for a sleepover at my house.”

“A sleepover at Daddy’s?” He said it to himself as if testing out the words. “Yeah, I’ll be ready super early.”

* * *

Saying goodbye was tough but I waited until Lincoln was asleep before slipping out of his apartment so he barely noticed we were apart.

And he was right when he said he’d be done early.

The first photo came just after ten. It was a laundry basket with clothes folded in neat piles. “Chores are fun.”

The second photo was of the vacuum with his bare cock peeking out in the corner. Apparently someone liked to clean in the nude.

I responded back with an eggplant emoji. Be careful not to vacuum up any of my favorite toys.

The third text was a screenshot of an online grocery order confirmation. SEE, DADDY! I’M RESPONSIBLE AF.

Instead of texting back, I called him and he picked up on the first ring.

“Are you proud of me, Daddy?”

“Extremely.” I grabbed my keys and started heading toward the door. “You’re such a good boy.”

“I am?” he whispered. “What’s my prize?”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes, baby.”