Page 45 of Wrestling with Daddy
He’d have to ask him about his use of honorifics—what it meant when he called him Sir versus when he called him Daddy—but that wasn’t a conversation for right now.
“Then that’ll be your place at my side,” Ken assured him, his confidence repleting with Nathan’s unashamed moan in response. “I don’t want you hurting so bad yet, though. Let’s move this to the bed. There’s a fluffy carpet calling your name there.”
The nod was minuscule, but it was more than enough. Ken helped him up, quickly moving them so Nathan’s knees were on top of the padded carpet at the side of the bed instead of the cold tiles in the bathroom.
Ken knew he wouldn’t be able to hold the position for long regardless, but this wouldn’t numb his knees as much.
“What am I going to do with you, boy?” Ken sighed, hands instinctively carding through Nathan’s long hair, giving a tentative pull, a test until he had his eyes on him again.
He didn’t know what they were doing and, most importantly, what it meant—even though he knew it was sort of his duty as Daddy here. Ken couldn’t put a stop to it, though.
“Tell me, boy,” he continued, glad that Nathan for once had understood the meaning of a rhetorical question. “What have you fantasized about us doing this week?”
He knew the last time he’d tried to get Nathan to share with him, the boy had grown overwhelmed. But he hadn’t been kneeling, his muscles relaxed and staying that way.
As predicted, even with a shivering, low voice, Nathan started talking. “More kissing. I wanna suck you, too. Well, I wanna be forced to choke on your cock, really. Otherwise it’s boring.”
Ken’s eyebrow raised. It seemed his boy was daring enough to tease again.
He couldn’t fault him, though, couldn’t talk him out of the sense of comfort he’d found that was enabling this.
Ken wanted to nurture it instead.
Within limits, he had to add in his head.
“Is that all?” Ken teased. “We can do that right now.”
He had accepted they’d be having sex. Delaying the fact would only be torturing himself for no reason. He’d never been a big fan of quelling down his own pleasure.
“Do you think that, after you’ve choked on my cock, probably come in your pants, we can discuss specific kinks?” Ken ran a hand through his cheek. “Because as much as I’d be more than okay with having you choking on my cock for the entire week, I think we’re both after more than that.”
Nathan nodded rapidly, starting to undo the button in Ken’s jeans.
It took a lot, but Ken batted his hand away before he could manage the simple task.
“B-but–” Nathan gasped.
Ken groaned, his thoughts about making things comfortable and easy for Nathan momentarily forgotten.
“Have I told you to do that?”
“I… No?”
“So, you’re going to stay there, and you’re going to let me feed my cock to you. At my pace,” Ken warned, more sternly than he’d had to sound in a while. His throat rasped. “Got that?”
“Yeah, that’s… That works, Daddy.”
“Good.”
Ken suspected that Nathan just found the idea of being fed a cock arousing enough to have forgotten why he was going to complain. That reason worked for him, though, especially as his cock easily filled and protested the confinement in his jeans.
Despite his words and the need building within him once his cock was freed from the pants, and the feeling of Nathan’s hot breaths against his head, Ken started slowly. He let Nathan lick the head, get familiar with its length, its width, the way it curved slightly to the left.
It was when the pressure kept building, when he couldn’t keep his groans quiet that he tightened his grip on the back of Nathan’s head. It was then when he started to thrust against the back of Nathan’s throat.
The whole affair was quicker than he’d intended, but Ken forbade himself from feeling ashamed when he warned Nathan he’d be coming soon.
The only things that mattered were Nathan’s watering eyes, the way his nostrils puffed, and how he fought to keep his eyes on Ken even though that wasn’t an order Ken had instructed.
