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Brats.

Incredibly enough, Nathan didn’t reply—unless the drawn out moan falling out of his lips could be considered one.

“Please, Daddy.”

“Tell me what you need, baby boy.”

While Nathan gathered his words, Ken got rid of both of their clothes, not caring about playing it slow or teasing this time. It was, after all, the last time they’d see each other until Ken got more days off or decided to visit him for the weekend.

So much planning to do. So many things to find reasons for that didn’t scream he was going through some kind of midlife crisis. He needed a way to convince himself he wasn’t making rash decisions that could only be justifiable when one was young and stupid.

Thinking like that put a hamper in the desire and lust clouding his judgment, though.

Ken couldn’t have that, not tonight.

Nathan squirming beneath him, blunt nails gripping his arms in an attempt to force him closer helped.

It did more than help, the pressure in his cock becoming painful as the boy wouldn’t stop with all the sounds.

Ken was barely doing anything, and yet, he couldn’t find it in himself to tease Nathan about it. There was a certain allure to seeing the kind of power he held over the writhing body.

He could tell without a shadow of a doubt that right now, he was the only thing existing in Nathan’s universe.

It was a heady feeling, one that only amplified as he sank inside of the welcoming body, as Nathan incoherently begged for him to go harder, faster, to mark him.

Sweat drops rolled down his temple as he strained to last, to give Nathan that soreness he’d noticed the boy craved and longed for.

His nipples looking more than reddened, abused, Ken decided to give them a break, focused on leaving tiny—and not so tiny—bites around the crook of his neck, where the delectable skin met his shoulders.

It was funny how easily he forgot about caring whether or not something was juvenile.

He didn’t have time to think, noticing Nathan’s body tensing, his not so silent cries for release. One day, Ken wanted to torture him, to keep him like this until he came without help from his hands, milking him dry that way.

Today, Ken fisted his slender cock in his fist and jacked it fast, matching the pace in his thrusts.

Pounding an ass like this, with no other toys or implements to add an edge to it, was more satisfying than anything else that could’ve been offered to him at the time.

It was reenergizing, too, how Nathan lost himself in the chase of his own pleasure. Ken heard him scream amidst a couple of tears that had sprinkled past his eyes—the boy was a crier whether he liked the fact or not.

Pride surged through him as he brought the boy to climax, as his fist and their chests were coated with Nathan’s cum. He enjoyed seeing Nathan’s body deflating more than he should have, the way the boy was trying to clench around Ken’s cock, to encourage his movement as if he wasn’t utterly exhausted.

It was over soon after, all that exquisite heat of his inner walls, that body clamping down on him, forcing the orgasm out of Ken.

At that point, it was muscle memory that had him rolling out of Nathan, tying a knot around the condom and making a quick stop in the bathroom to fetch a wet washcloth for the both of them.

Perhaps another shower was in order, Ken mused.

After a second nap.

Or maybe—given the time and the fact that he’d bet his boy was hungry even if he wouldn’t say it—they could leave that for the morning.

CHAPTER16

nathan

Daddy

Good morning, brat