Page 40 of Just A Little Fling

I knew Nico was angling for some kind of punishment. My gut told me he wanted a spanking.

“Since you were a naughty boy, what do you think Babbo should do to punish you?”

Nico shuddered in my lap when my words sunk in. Our playtime in the hotel had consisted mostly of us going at it like rabbits. We hadn’t had a chance or a need to discuss boundaries beyond the basics. I wouldn’t ask for consent to spank him when we were in the middle of this but damned if it was difficult to remember when I had him squirming in my lap, my own cock straining against my pants. My mind wandered to the delicious idea of his heated ass seated on my cock. I was rapidly wanting everything with Nico, even though I knew he was trying to put the brakes on anything more than casual.

“I think you should give me a spanking, Babbo. A spanking helps….helps me remember,” Nico panted.

Dammit, I knew what he wanted, and I wanted to fucking give it to him, but my lack of foresight kept me from being able to do it.

“We need to talk about boundaries before I give you a spanking. I am going to punish you though.” I scooted Nico back a little bit on my lap and said, “Baby, I need you naked.”

Nico pushed off me and stood to get out of his clothes. I hooked my thumbs on the waistband of his sweats. “We better get these off you before you make a bigger mess.”

Nico nodded silently and pushed down his pants. His cock sprang free and a sticky line of precum trailed across his stomach when his bouncing cock hit there. I used my thumb to gather the sweet sticky liquid and popped it in my mouth for a taste—fucking delicious, just like I remembered.

I pulled Nico back onto my lap and had him straddle me. He leaned forward, and I met him halfway. Our mouths fused while our tongues battled for control. Nico sweetly and submissively ceded it to me. Once he did, my tongue swept through his mouth, tasting, darting, retreating, but always claiming him. He squirmed in my lap, and I felt his swollen cock drip on my stomach.

My own dick was desperate for release, but this wasn’t about me right now. I needed Nico to know I was all fucking in on whatever amount of experimentation he wanted. I finally pulled away when my lungs felt like they were going to explode. Nico had snuck his arms around my neck, but I pulled them gently off and laid his hands on his own thighs.

“Baby, I need you to keep your hands here. It’s a punishment, so you don’t get to touch Babbo.”

Nico’s mouth turned to a pout, but he obediently followed directions. I saw where his fingers pressed into his own skin, leaving white intentions. His cock hardened at my words and jutted obscenely from his body. I wanted to fucking devour him. He was so goddamn beautiful.

Before we went any further, I realized I’d forgotten to take his shirt off. “Oh, baby, what did I do? Babbo got so excited to see your cock that he forgot to finish taking off your clothes.”

Because he knew this was a funishment, Nico giggled at my words. “It’s okay, Babbo, you’ll get better.”

I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up his chest. Nico immediately raised his arms above his head so I could get it off him and tossed it on the floor with my own shirt. Nico’s hands immediately returned to where they had been on his thighs.

“You’re such a good boy for Babbo. So obedient.” Nico snorted at my words. “Mostly obedient.”

My hands found their way to Nico’s dick. Once again, I used my thumb to spread the precum across the tip. His cock was flushed a pretty deep pink. One of my hands fisted his dick while the other cradled and cupped his balls. Nico tossed his head back and released a guttural groan of my name as a thin sheen of sweat made his body slick.

I would never get tired of the sound of my name on his lips while his cock was dripping wet.

I used the precum from Nico’s leaking cock as a lube and slid my fist down his hard shaft. Nico kept his hands on his thighs, but I saw his fingers twitching and moving as he worked to remember to keep them there. His cock dripped like a faucet with his head thrown back, and I didn’t bother resisting the urge to lean forward and kiss his chest. I maneuvered one nipple into my mouth and bit and nipped the tight bud. Nico’s chant of my name made my chest swell with pride. I loved how free and open he was today. This glimpse of his true self was beautiful, and I was here for all of it.

“Babbo, if you keep doing that, I’m gonna make a bigger mess.” I chuckled at his words, but I didn’t stop what I was doing. “Let me touch you too.” I took my hand away from his cock.

“Is that how you ask me for something?”

“If I want it badly enough, yes,” he answered cheekily.

“Nope, that’s not it.” I moved my hand back to his cock, but instead of fisting him, I used my index finger to barely trace along the vein that ran on the underside. Nico gasped when his body jerked at the touch. “Polite boys don’t speak like that to their Babbo.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Nico thrust forward, trying to create more pressure. His cock flushed a deeper, angrier red, and the muscles in his neck strained. I knew he was close to losing control.

“You want to try again?”

“Yes, yes, yes. Let me touch you too, please.”

I wrapped my fingers around his cock and gave him the firm tug he wanted. “That’s so much better, baby. Pull out my cock and play with it.”

Nico wasted no time in shoving my sleep pants aside and pulling out my cock. It was an uncut six inches with enough girth that he felt the fullness when I fucked him. He wrapped his hands around my dick and gave a few experimental strokes. The bite of friction from his unlubed hand caused me to throw my head back and groan. My cock was overly sensitive, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. Nico stopped his exploration to lick a broad stripe on his hand and then returned to my dick.

“I don’t wanna hurt my Babbo.”

“You won’t. Keep going, baby.”

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