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“Nathan.” A swat on his butt definitely got his attention. Daddy looked fondly frustrated which was… bad, but better than plain frustrated. “Did you want anything to drink?”

“Not yet,” he hummed, entranced with the mats spread around the corners of the hall.

Would there be more puppy piles there? Would he be able to join?

“Brat… Look at me.”

“What?” Nathan pretended to protest when Ken tucked two fingers under his chin and forced his gaze up.

As if Daddy couldn’t hear the sharp intake of breath or see his pupils dilating.

Daddy didn’t call him out on it, though.

“You know your safewords?”

Nathan huffed. This wasn’t Kink 101, and he didn’t need a lesson on it.

“Red, yellow, and green.” He rolled his eyes this time. “Two taps for yellow, three taps for red if I can’t talk.”

“Don’t play smart with me,” Ken nearly groaned in his ear. “I need you to come up with some sort of visual cue to send my way if you start getting overwhelmed. Now.”

“N-now?”

“Unless you want to stick by my side the whole night, yes.”

To be fair, that didn’t sound half bad. Nathan knew it wouldn’t be right, though, and he’d actually started to consider it before he got distracted by many other things. He didn’t want to keep disappointing Daddy.

“I thought that if you’re close, I could sniff your neck. That’s very… soothing.” His cheeks flaring up wasn’t so soothing, but Nathan forced himself to keep going. “But if you’re far I can… rub my ass or something? That’s visible, right?”

“That would work, yes.” Ken nodded, giving a nibble to his neck. “You smell so good. And I appreciate you took the time to think about it, boy.”

Nathan winked. “You’re welcome, Daddy.”

“I wouldn’t tease me too much tonight if I were you, boy.”

“Why?”

“Because,” Ken leaned closer, whispering in his ear, “this whole party is going to reek of sex in five, maybe ten minutes, and I’m afraid to say I only have so much control around you.”

Nathan whined.

So. Not. Fair.

CHAPTER25

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Other than Nathanpouting because he was full and couldn’t enjoy the finger foods offered at the party, the evening was going smoothly. Ken was getting his bratty pup a bottle of water from the bar when he noticed Shane beside him.

“Is Nathan okay?” the shorter man asked gruffly.

“Yeah.” Ken shook his head. Shane was softer than he wanted everyone to believe, but he hadn’t had many chances to dive into it with him. “He just got overwhelmed. It’s handled.”

“Good.” Shane leaned against one of the chairs. “Figures. It’s always the loud ones.”

“Huh?”

Shane shook his head. “He tried to corner me the other day, had all kinds of questions.”