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Jensen huffs a puff of breath against his hip bone and his cock twitches against the silk, horribly close to coming just from that.
“And what if I want you to come? If I don’t think that denial is good for my boy. What happens then?”
Tears fill his eyes. “Whatever you want. It isn’t up to me. Even now, I don’t want it to be my decision. You’re—“ Oh god, this is impossible. “You’re daddy. Daddy decides,” he says, and a sob catches in his throat.
“Then daddy wants you to come. Good boys should come. I want to blow you. When’s the last time you were tested?”
“Daddy?” It’s the only thing to say. “I get tested every month and I’m clean but I should…I wouldn’t want you to risk it. After I get tested again if you decide that’s something you’re interested in then that’s…that’s up to you.”
He’s pushed back so he’s sitting on the bed, but he’s boneless with lust, falls back so he’s staring up at the ceiling, as his boxers are pulled down, taken off, and then his daddy is over him, arms on either side of his chest, a deep kiss on his mouth and then his jaw, his neck, and he realizes his daddy is working his way down.
“Oh,” he says, arching up as Jensen mouths kisses over his chest, sucks on his nipples until he whimpers, and then keeps going.
“How about I just make a mess of you then? Let’s see how much come you’ve been saving up, huh, baby?”
“Oh,” he gasps, fisting his hands into the bedding as Jensen kisses the shaft, almost like he’s sucking hickeys into the hard flesh. “Oh fuck, I’ll come. I’ll come, daddy,” he gasps, horrified at just how close he is.
“Come when you want. Anytime, sweetheart. Come for daddy,” he says, and then he’s sucking at the crease of skin where his cock meets his pulled-up balls, and that’s too much, is the perfect spot that seems to have a direct line to his orgasm, and he shakes, pulled out to the edge but not quite slipping over.
“Daddy,” he gasps, and Jensen growls low in his throat and that drags him even closer.
“Please? Please?” He begs.
“Come for daddy,” he orders, and then he’s wrapped his hand around the shaft and he’s pumping up and down, and there’s no stopping that, the orgasm ripped from Noah, close to hurting as the first deep spasms go through him. Come splashes over his chin and down his chest, creates a lake on his abs and his daddy keeps working him, urging more and more out until he whimpers, and then his daddy stops, holds him safe in his firm grip while he tries to come back to himself.
Jensen lets him go, touch gentle and careful, and then he’s wiping him up with a washcloth which means Noah definitely lost at least a few seconds in there. He looks up at Jensen who is smiling down at him.
“As your daddy, I don’t think you should wait so long to come. In fact, I think it’s medically inadvisable.”
“Are you my doctor or my daddy?” The words are slurred.
“Maybe both.”
“Is there a…” the word escapes him he’s so blissed out. “Oh. I found it. Is there a thermometer in my future?”
Jensen laughs. “If you play your cards right.”
He leans down and kisses Noah on the mouth. “I think you should come often. Whenever you want. Whenever you’d like. That would make me happy. I think you’ve had enough ‘no’ for a while.”
He shouldn’t cry. But of course, he does. What else is there to do? He pulls Jensen down to him, gets wrapped up in his arms, and hauled onto his chest as he weeps. It’s just too soft, too kind, too much to have someone want so much good for him.
He’s never felt anything like it. He doesn’t know if he can get used to it. Surely he doesn’t deserve a daddy like Jensen.
Though he’d like to try.
11
It turns out that taking care of himself and having an orgasm before interacting with Noah was the best decision Jensen could have made because it means that he’s able to focus on what really matters—and that’s Noah having a good experience.
A purely selfish, good sexual experience where the only demand is that Noah gets something nice for himself. Kisses, attention, pleasure. To lie back and enjoy. Eyes closed and not on anyone else’s timetable. An orgasm just for him.
Jensen’s glad he didn’t have his own desire to worry about, have his own selfish need there to confuse the issue.
The reality is that Noah has been in a bad situation for a long time and has forgotten how to put himself first. In the most basic and primal way—his own sexual satisfaction—Noah has let that be taken from him.
And that must be how Noah feels because he doesn’t stop crying. As soon as Jensen is down on the bed, Noah’s whole body turns into him, clutches him close like he really is a child terrified of the night.
He cries for a long time.
