Page 52 of Wrestling with Daddy

He’d gotten it right. Nathan squealed with glee the first time the strawberry passed through the curtain of chocolate and came back completely covered. The moan he let out when he popped it in his mouth was more pornographic than adorable, but it still tugged at his heartstrings.

Ken cursed.

This wasn’t what he’d been planning. At all.

* * *

“Do we evenneedbreakfast?” Nathan whined before he was out of the bathroom Ken had had to drag him to.

He’d been with boys who talked about needing coffee before they could function, but it had been a while since he’d had to force someone to get moving like this.

Ken shouldn’t have found it as endearing.

“Come on, I’ll even let you have a double shot of caffeine.”

“Were you planning to restrict my caffeine intake?” Nathan rushed out of the bathroom, looking scandalized. “Because that’s a hard limit right there.”

Ken snorted. “No doing such a thing, then.” He hadn’t planned to. “Keep it easy, though. I let you have most of those strawberries last night, if I remember correctly.”

“Because you liked the sounds I made too much.”

“Because you’re a brat who kept putting on a show.”

“And you liked every second of it.” Nathan stuck his tongue out before reaching him, head tilted upward in clear invitation. “So may I kiss you, Sir? I brushed my teeth and everything.”

“Good to know you remember your manners in the morning.”

Ken was kissing him before answering the question—before telling him that he couldn’t have cared less about morning breath.

The next couple of days moved in a similar fashion: Ken forced Nathan to breakfast, they ordered food to their room, they watched inconsequential movies where Nathan pretended not to fall asleep.

A part of Ken felt embarrassed, aware that he was behaving like a total teenager instead of the guy who’d just turned forty last month.

Of course Nathan saw nothing wrong with the pace they were going at. Not that Ken had shared that worry directly or planned on doing it.

“When are you gonna drive back?”

“Probably Saturday morning.” Ken sighed. “I need a day to recharge at home before going back to the firm. Plum wouldn’t like it if I showed up just to disappear a few hours later, either.”

Nathan bit his lip, gaze drifting toward one of the big windows overseeing the city. “I want you to come back.” He cleared his throat, the words catching in his throat. “Often.”

“I know,” Ken murmured, cutting the distance between them. Nathan had joked about physical touch being his love language, but it was certainly becoming Ken’s. He didn’t remember the last time he’d needed to be touching his boy so much. “I want to give you that, too. Couldn’t walk away from you if I tried, brat.”

“You’re not saying brat like you usually do.”

And his boy was being more observant than he’d been—or pretended to be—these past few days.

“I’m growing quite fond of this particular brat,” Ken teased, hands groping his ass. “Of all of him.”

For a second, Nathan looked serious, taking in the words. It didn’t last long, however, the expression soon replaced with mirth. “You just wanna fuck me again.”

“I’m not saying no if you’re offering.”

“I have conditions,” Nathan warned, placing his index fingers against Ken’s lips before he could groan in warning. The boy was getting to know him too. “I want anal. With you. Today.”

That request was certainly an easy one, not at all whatever bribe Ken had imagined. “That’s easily arranged, I believe.”

On Tuesday, Ken had left Nathan’s ass mostly alone, only checking in that he was feeling okay and there weren’t any bruises to tend to.