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“And then you tucked me into bed.”
“This is an accurate depiction of last night’s events,” he says, with a chuckle.
Noah huffs in amusement. “Do you think you’d do that type of thing often? If I was your boy?”
“Yeah, I think I could get used to that pretty quickly. But there’s two of us here and if you wouldn’t want to be my boy—”
“Well, I mean, of course, I’d want to continue being your boy. I’m just not quite sure what you’re getting out of it besides a lot of work. I made master’s life easier and I was his to use and that brought him pleasure. I’ve always liked that. This feels very different. What if I don’t know how to serve you or I get selfish?”
“Is that why you’re offering me a blow job in the middle of the night?”
“No, I’m offering you a blow job because I want your cock in my mouth. And I guess I did like what we did before, but…you didn’t come.”
“And you don’t like that,” he says, certain even before Noah agrees.
“Uh, that might be a problem for me in the long run. Something so one-sided. Especially with me being the one to come. That’s not…what happens if that isn’t who I am?”
“I’m glad you mentioned it because I was wondering. I don’t expect you to go from a masochistic slave to a pleasure-seeking pillow prince.”
“Maybe in my next life. That doesn’t sound like a bad gig, it just doesn’t sound right for me. But maybe there’s something in the middle? You wanted to be a dom, right? What did you imagine?”
“You want a list?”
“I’d love a list,” Noah says, nuzzling the crease of Jensen’s thigh.
“Um, I guess I imagined topping, obviously. Cream pies and getting to plug my boy up. Spankings, maybe some bondage…a bit of overstimulation if I was lucky enough to find a boy who liked that. But really I think I just wanted a lot of caretaking and…breeding.”
“Oh,” Noah manages, voice coming out a soft sigh. “I think I’d enjoy being your boy if that’s what it meant. But, maybe also sometimes little boys can’t just be spoiled and pleasured? Sometimes a good boy wants to take care of his daddy. And sometimes that isn’t always…easy,” he says, hesitating over the last word.
“Noah, I’m under no illusions about your past. I understand there will be things to work out and some areas where we might not overlap, but I’m willing to explore that if you are. I want to have those conversations with you and try to find common ground.”
Noah nods and rests his cheek on Jensen’s stomach as he looks up at him. “I wanted to be a slave. I fantasized about it. And I liked it, at first. I’ve been in the scene for a long time, Jensen. I’ve seen a lot of people start off as a dom and come out of it as a sub and vice versa, but my transition won’t ever be that big. I’m submissive through and through. That’s who I am. Not a slave. I do want to experiment with more pleasure and I love you taking care of me. I love that fucking dolphin already. I want more of that. But, I can’t have it be nice like it was. Not all the time. That’s all.”
“No, not all the time. But right now I want to spoil you. You need to know what that’s like, too. At least a little. How can you tell me what you don’t want if you don’t try it? You came for daddy just like a good boy should. You let me take care of you. That made me very happy,” he says, and Noah whimpers quietly, pressing his face back down into Jensen’s groin, mouthing at him through the fabric, desperate to get his daddy’s cock in his mouth.
“Please?”
“Please what, honey,” he asks, voice firm. He fists his hand in Noah’s hair and keeps it tight.
“Oh,” he sighs softly, as if in relief. “I want to worship your cock, daddy,” he says.
“Use your mouth to take me out. Be a good boy and watch those teeth.”
“Yes, daddy,” he murmurs, pleased at the firm tone, at Jensen’s attempts to be rougher, and sets to work trying to get his teeth into the waistband without Jensen feeling them.
“Good boy. That’s right,” he growls as he lifts his hips, making it easier for Noah to get the fabric down. Noah tugs them down and out of the way but hesitates. Should he take them all the way off or not?
Before he can decide, Jensen sits up and slides his hand down Noah’s back, squeezes his cheek, and gives it a smack.
“Daddy!” he gasps, pleased and a little surprised. And saying the word daddy is much hotter than he expected. And he’d expected to like it.
“Come here, boy. I know how I want you,” he says, and Noah is clumsy as he obeys, finds himself on his stomach, Jensen’s weight settling on him, and then his daddy rubbing himself off between Noah’s cheeks, nipping harshly at Noah’s neck and one hand slides under him, wraps tight around Noah’s cock and urges his hips up, just a bit, an arch that will become uncomfortable if it goes on for too long, and that’s everything, that’s stunningly good, he dazedly thinks, as his daddy uses him to come.
“Promise you’ll fuck me, daddy,” he gasps out.
“I will. Of course, I will. You don’t think I want to be buried in that pretty little ass of yours? You don’t think I want to fucking live there?” He says, close to a snarl, and Noah comes with a cry, shocked at himself, at how close he was without even knowing it.
“Fuck. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, daddy,” he says, but Jensen shoves tight against him and he can feel the pulse, that soft hitch as his daddy starts to come, spurting all over his lower back and down the crack of his ass.
