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He kept him there after he’d spent all his cum inside of Nathan’s mouth. Ignoring the way the boy was choking as he’d wanted, Ken made sure that he was swallowing everything—bar a thread of cum falling down his chin.
It was only when Nathan’s harsher breaths had turned into something mellow, soft and slow that Ken forced him back, took his cock outside of the heat of his mouth, and allowed himself to breathe as well.
“Can you hop up to the bed?”
Nathan didn’t answer, but two seconds later, he was pushing him down against the white covers, curling himself around Ken as if he needed to touch his entire body.
“You did good, boy.” Ken groaned. He just needed a minute or two to wrap his head around it. “Is your jaw okay?”
He saw Nathan nod, but Ken still forced himself to turn slightly so he could use one hand to massage the muscles there.
The way Nathan started to moan incoherently said someone deserved a punishment for not telling Daddy the truth.
Later, though.
CHAPTER12
nathan
“Can we order in?”
“Are you hungry?” Ken’s raised eyebrow made him blush.
Which was annoying.
It was also not the first time it had happened.
“I’ve always wanted to order room service at a fancy hotel.”
“I’m not sure this qualifies as a fancy hotel,” Ken teased. Nathan pouted which, come to think of it, he should’ve known would only make things worse for himself. “But sure, phone’s on your side of the bed. The menu should be there as well, or by the desk in the corner.”
“I don’t wanna move,” he whined.
That wasn’t earning him any points, either. Ken looked like he was about to burst out laughing, and there would be no stopping it once it started.
Nathan wasn’t joking, though.
It wasn’t the first time he’d choked on a cock and it wouldn’t be the last but, fuck, everything felt like jelly.
Even his brain was working slower.
It was just that his notion of slow was still faster than some people’s.
Apparently.
“Your loss, then.”
“That’s not fair,” he grumbled. He was obeying, though, blindly turning toward the nightstand where the phone was.
There was a laminated menu beneath it that Nathan inspected—only to become slightly overwhelmed right after.
His… Daddy… might say this wasn’t a fancy hotel, but those prices were too prohibitive for the statement to make any sense.
Another day, he could’ve turned to him for help.
He was going to be a big boy today. Didn’t need the help, anyway.
A high pitched voice answered the phone soon after Nathan had rung the number.
