Page 47 of Lucky Sucker

We spent an hour in the garden. Wren nibbled at some of the steak before needing a napkin, in private to spit the steak out into. It was good, but the cook on it had a bloody taste to it, which had grown on me over the years. The party died down and most people left, except those who were sleeping with other teammates.

Before leaving the stragglers for the night, I announced into the garden. “Make sure you all wrap it up, we’re all a bit too young for kids.”

“You too!” Zachary called back from the seats.

Owen swotted Zachary’s arm. “You know they can’t get pregnant.”

As we walked into the light of the kitchen area, Wren’s face was glowing red. I didn’t know which it was mostly about, but I could’ve taken a guess, or two. Maybe we weren’t ready to take this to the next step of our intimacy.

“They all think we’re going to now,” he whispered.

I kept hold of his hand as we walked through the house, passing the foyer where packages were kept. Mine was in a small box, I kept it in place under my arm. “Let them think what they want,” I said. “There’s no pressure to do anything but spend time together, and of course, see the stars from my ceiling.”

“What’s in the package?”

“Ok, nosey, well, it’s—” I didn’t know how to word it to keep him from getting an idea or impression from me. “It’s just something in case we decided.”

“A bad dragon?” he asked.

“What? No,” I laughed. “I only just learned about that. Fine. I’ll show you in the room.”

Wren was a ball of energy when were alone together. He ran and jumped onto my bed amongst all the teddies. “I hope Liam didn’t see me spit the steak out, and I hope he’s not mad. It’s just—it didn’t taste cooked properly.”

We weren’t going to get into that, and Liam would have a Hulk-style meltdown if someone criticized his cooking—mostly because he was built like the Hulk, and his staple Halloween costume was to be painted completely green.

I sat on the bed beside Wren and tore open the box to reveal three different bottles of lube. “It’s just something to play with,” I said. “Tingle, strawberry, and heat. I don’t know much about them, but I like the sensory ones.”

“The strawberry ones taste good.” He grabbed at the red bottle. “Reminds me of medicine from childhood.” Pulling the cap back, he inhaled the scent of it, rolling his eyes back and sighing. “Ah, so good.”

“You had the good stuff then,” I said, trying to get a smell of the lube. It wasn’t the first time I’d bought lube or even used it. I had been curious about pleasure on occasion when I would find myself incredibly horned up with all the extra testosterone built up from intense games or training sessions. Orgasms were nature’s way of releasing it, I’d never really pictures anyone when I masturbated, I relied heavily on sensory pleasures, like the way lube would help my hand go faster over the tip of my uncut cock, or how my nipples became so hard, they were sensitive to the point they could’ve had a shared throbbing beat to match and meet my cock.

“You wanna play Daddy?” he asked with that gorgeous pout of his and those slow blinks. “I can get dressed up and you can be my dragon tamer, or—I don’t know, I don’t think I know how to be bad enough that I need taming.”

Ever since falling for him and down this rabbit hole, I’d learned so much about what he needed in little space and playtime. I was hoping to curate it for him, but now that the lube was out, I didn’t want it to distract from my plans. “I was thinking, we could do some things you like, like your crochet, like cartoons, or something. And I could read you some stories, I downloaded some picture books to my iPad, I—I kinda wanted to get physical ones to read bedtime stories to you, but then I didn’t know how I’d explain having them if anyone asked.”

Wren threw himself at me, his embrace almost threw us both off the side of the bed. “You wanna play,” he said in a cheer, his voice already more playful. “I have a game. I’m the dragon, and you’ve got all my teddies, and I must be good to get my teddies back.”

I pressed my lips to his forehead and kissed little pecks down the bridge of his nose. “Well, get changed and I’ll see what you can do in order to get your teddies back.”

He nodded, jumping off me like a spider monkey, he landed on the floor. After a quick rummage, where he spilled the contents of his bag across my bedroom floor, he revealed the dragon onesie.

I prepared my part by holding the teddies hostage, especially the orca he held close wherever he went. It smelled the most like him. I held it in my arms, occasionally inhaling his scent from it while Wren was changing. I noticed something strange about the onesie, maybe less strange and more of a feature he wanted exploring. There was a hatch of cloth clinging to the back of his onesie right where his ass was. And he was naked in there.

“Did you watch me?” he asked, going on all fours to skitter across the floor back to the bed. “Or did you close your eyes?” I’d only just noticed the tiny wing attachment on the back as well. I was in awe of his freedom, I’d felt like there was a lock on myself, a lock he’d managed to blast open and free me from.

“Of course, it’s a Daddy’s job to make sure his boy is safe,” I said, patting my lap. “Come on, let Daddy see if you’ve fastened yourself in properly. I wouldn’t want anything to spill out.”

He giggled and with a frog like jump, he landed on the foot of the bed. “What type of things would spill out?”

It answered itself for me, his ass already hanging out the hole in the back. “Oops.”

He pressed his ass to the bed, as if hiding it from me. “I didn’t fasten it properly.”

“Or did you just want me to see it?”

Wren’s playful gaze had my heart skipping beats. There wasn’t a giant need for sexual intimacy in my life, there never had been, but where this gorgeous soul was concerned, I was rock solid, desperate to feel the bliss of an orgasm from his careful and soft hands.

“You’ve seen it before,” he said. “It’s not like it’s any different now.” He flopped over on his belly, his ass in the air now, the flap on the back of the onesie wide open to expose his peachy mountains, rounded and jiggly as he wiggled on the bed.

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