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“What?” His daddy asks, pressing kisses to his face. Jensen wants to know. Of course he does. But it’s suddenly hard to say because the truth is that Noah’s being demanding and that isn’t who he is. He certainly isn’t used to it. And it’s difficult because there’s a part of him that’s certain that if he asks for anything then he’s going to get in trouble or he’s going to be considered difficult and then his daddy isn’t going to want him anymore.
“I have to believe I’m yours. And that…in my head, that’s how I know.”
“Okay,” he says, and kisses him on the lips. “It isn’t a hardship, Noah. Tell me how often.”
“I don’t know. Whenever you want.”
His daddy frowns. “That doesn’t work for me. Because I think you probably want it more than I’d likely imagine you do. So you need to say.”
He shrugs.
“Can you tell me no? If it was too much and you needed a break or I was doing something you didn’t like, could you tell me no?”
“You mean the word no or a safeword?”
“Uh, either, I guess.”
“I wouldn’t mind saying no to you every now and again and having you keep going. I like that. I’d miss it if we couldn’t do that.”
“Right. I don’t find that surprising. Which is why we have to talk about a safeword,” he says.
Noah takes that as encouragement. “The thing about being a slave is that there is no safeword.”
“Yes, but you’re not doing that anymore. And that isn’t what we have.”
“I know,” he says, and rubs his face against his daddy’s chest, not wanting him to be worried or upset on Noah’s behalf. “It’s okay. I like red. I think that’s easiest to remember.”
“Good boy. And could you tell me red?”
“Yeah. I think so.”
“Noah, I mean it. Don’t just answer. Think about it. If you can’t say no to me, then that’s fine, but I need to know.”
Which is when he realizes this isn’t about him, it’s about his daddy. If he says red when he needs to then that will make his daddy happy. “I can say red if I need to. But, could you be really happy with me if I say it? Extra nice? Like hot chocolate and a lot of cuddling and just…a whole day in bed and maybe fuck me a few times so I know you still care about me?”
“I can do that,” he promises.
“Does this mean you need to go shopping for more Christmas presents?”
His daddy laughs and he’s pretty sure that’s the best sound in the whole world.
EPILOGUE
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His daddy gives him pajamas on Christmas Eve. Special pajamas that open at the back for easy access. It’s the best present he’s ever received.
“How did you find this?” He asks.
“Will was getting a set for Grant.”
“What else is he getting him?”
“Don’t you worry about it. I have come up with plenty of gifts for my boy. In fact, I’m pretty sure you have too many presents.”
“I don’t,” he says and can feel his body responding to the idea.
“You do. Too many but I couldn’t help myself,” he says and kisses Noah’s neck.
