Page 53 of Wrestling with Daddy

The boy bruised easily.

On Wednesday, Ken would’ve agreed to taking things further, but Nathan had been enjoying sucking him way too much, too fixated on getting to take him whole without gagging or struggling too much.

Ken’s ego had appreciated all the effort that had come into it.

“And it’s doing you a favor, too,” Nathan teased, playing with the collar of the shirt Ken had put on to grab breakfast earlier. “I even grabbed my favorite lube when I was packing for the week, so you can’t say I’m not prepared.”

“Good to know.”

“And condoms,” Nathan must’ve realized he hadn’t said. “I’m on PrEP too.”

“I have to get back to it,” Ken admitted. “I used to be, but I’ve not been as sexually active lately, so I paused it.”

“Makes sense.” Nathan shrugged. “I’m honored to break the spell, though.”

“Don’t let it get to your head that much.”

It was a joke and a warning.

Ken hadn’t been a monk, but he also had been content with blowjobs and giving spankings to boys who drew pleasure from that thudding pain.

Or watching.

He’d become a big fan of watching over the last year.

“Too late.” The boy shrugged, that devilish smile curving his lips. “You might have to work extra hard so I forget about it.”

“Do not tempt me.”

Working extra hard, as Nathan put it, would not be a hardship.

CHAPTER14

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Nathan’s chin wobbled,no matter how much he hated the show of… vulnerability, of weakness.

Friday evening had snuck up on them, and he couldn’t get his mind off the fact that Ken would be leaving the next day. With his luck, Nathan would be too asleep to function enough to make it a good goodbye, too. Or Ken would wake up too early and just kiss him goodbye while he was asleep.

That one would suck—and hurt like hell—but it didn’t fit anything he knew about the Daddy he was currently splayed on top of.

Nathan just couldn’t stop picturing all kinds of scenarios, his imagination playing tricks on him so they went from bad to the worst possible thing imaginable.

What if Ken started ghosting him the second he checked out of the hotel?

It had just been five days. A few silly conversations playing 20 questions, and five days cooped up in a hotel with food delivered to their door.

And lots of sex.

It turned out that Nathan knew how to stir up someone’s appetite in more ways than one.

He wasn’t complaining—his hole was going to feel sore for a while, though.

“What’s wrong, baby boy?”

“Don’t do that,” he pleaded before looking up to see Ken get out of the en-suite bathroom.

He looked gorgeous with a maroon towel wrapped around his waist, beads of water pooling on the edge there after trickling down his chest.