Page 43 of Soothe Me, Daddy
For once, there wasn’t much of an expression on Henley’s face, apart from surprise. “Yes. I’d like you to move in.”
“Move in here?”
Isaac nodded, trying not to feel uneasy with how long it was taking Henley to give him an answer.
“Hell, yes!” Henley shouted as he jumped up and wrapped his arms around Isaac’s neck.
Isaac’s breath came easier, knowing Henley wanted this. “If you’d prefer, we can move to your house instead? I don’t want you to feel like you have to live here because I asked.”
“No! I love it here. This apartment feels more like home than my house does. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve done what I could with it, but we’ve made so many memories here.” Henley surveyed the apartment, arms loosely encircling his neck.
Henley was right. Although they had spent time at Henley’s house, most of their time had been here. “You could rent out your house. It would give you a bit more income on top of your wages.” He knew the house meant a lot to Henley, too. Isaac didn’t want Henley to get rid of it unless he had no other choice. And in the unlikely event, they didn’t work out, Henley would still have the house. Isaac refused to take away his independence.
“When can I move in?” Henley beamed as he asked.
“Well…funnily enough, we don’t have any plans this weekend, for once. No Friday night family dinner, no Saturday work night out, no Sunday family time. We have a whole two days, all to ourselves.”
“But wouldn’t you prefer using that time to do something we want to do instead of moving my stuff.”
“There is nothing I would love better than making sure my boy knows his home is right here. And if that means we move your things in, we move your things in.”
Henley bit his lip as his gaze roamed Isaac’s face. “How about…we grab some people to help move me tomorrow and use Sunday as a rest day?”
“I think that sounds like a good plan, sweet boy. Tonight, however, I think you need to be rewarded.” Henley’s gaze lit up. “You have worked so hard this week. I am so proud of you, Henley.” Isaac slid his hand up Henley’s spine to cradle the back of his head before taking his mouth in a hard, desperate kiss. Isaac wanted to reaffirm to himself that Henley was home, safe andhis. But first, he needed to take care of his boy.
With one hand on the back of Henley’s thigh, he pulled Henley’s leg to his waist before running his other hand down to do the same for the other leg. Once Henley was off-balance, Isaac picked him up and sat him on the breakfast bar, lips never leaving each other.
Isaac unfastened Henley’s trousers, pulling his shirt free and unbuttoning it enough for him to pull it over Henley’s head. His lips went to Henley’s jaw, down the column of his neck to his chest. Once there, he painted it with his tongue, circling his nipples as Henley gripped the back of Isaac’s head.
“Brace your hands behind you,” Isaac instructed, and as Henley did, Isaac yanked his trousers and briefs off in one go, quickly shucking the socks, too. The apartment was nice and warm, so he was not concerned with Henley getting cold. “Keep your hands there.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Henley moaned.
Isaac returned to kissing Henley’s chest, and after some more teasing finally flicked his tongue over the nubs, he alternated between licking and sucking until Henley’s hips were thrusting up into the air with nothing to gain friction against.
Still fully dressed apart from his jacket and tie, Isaac made sure to keep his body away from Henley. This was for Henley to relax, which he would do once he had climaxed.
Isaac nibbled his way down Henley’s abs, licking along the defined muscles until he reached his destination, which was rising to meet him with an angry looking head.
“Please, Daddy.”
Isaac could see Henley’s hands clawing at the counter, knuckles white, and as Isaac blew across the top of his cock, Henley’s arms failed him, and he dropped back to his elbows. Smiling, Isaac locked gazes with Henley and lapped up the precome seeping from the tip.
“Oh god! Oh god!” Henley chanted, his chest heaving with the force of his breaths.
Isaac wrapped his lips around Henley’s shaft, flicking his tongue against the head and sank Henley’s cock into his mouth. Isaac’s hands had been sliding across every expanse of skin he could reach until he used one to push Henley’s legs wider and the other to fondle his balls, pulling and rolling them in his palm.
Henley called out his name and thrust his hips upwards as Isaac’s tongue found the sensitive area on the underside of his cock. Isaac slid a finger into his mouth and found Henley’s hole. He rubbed a circle around it when he sucked Henley’s cock down into his throat, and Henley’s hips thrust up once more.
“Please, Daddy. I’m not going to last! Please!” Henley panted with the effort of holding back, so Isaac decided to let him have this. He pulled off briefly.
“Come!” he commanded, swallowing Henley’s cock as soon as the words were free.
“Fuck! Oh shit!”
Henley’s spine hit the counter, and his hands went over his head to grip the edge of the bar as his orgasm hit. His feet were curled on a stool either side of Isaac’s body. Isaac drank him down, the slightly bitter taste, not unpleasant but not strawberries and cream either.
When Henley’s body became completely boneless where he lay, Isaac pulled off, earning a whimper and a twitch from Henley. He slid his hands over Henley’s exposed body, calming, soothing, relaxing.
