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It takes a bit to calm down. Before he can think clearly.
“Dress me in your clothes,” he finally says.
Jensen tips his face up, trying to read him. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes. Very much.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do.”
Jensen leads him from the room, back to his bedroom, and opens a drawer. He pulls out a pair of sky-blue silk boxers and holds them awkwardly.
“Funnily enough this was given to me by Will as a gag gift. Well, I assumed it was a gag. I’ve never thought to wear silk boxers…but, they’re perfect for you,” he says, and Noah realizes he isn’t even wearing a towel. He must have lost it somewhere in the middle of his tantrum.
“They look expensive.”
“I think they were. I’m glad you’ll wear them.”
“Will you…help me? D-daddy?”
Another searching look. An evaluation. Is he doing the right thing for Noah?
“Please?” Noah whispers.
Jensen drops down to his knees and holds them for Noah to step into. He puts his hand on Jensen’s shoulder, and his heart skips a beat as he gets one leg in. He knows he’s blushing and any softening his cock had managed during his emotional outburst is a thing of the past.
He touches Jensen’s hair, wavy and soft, and Jensen looks up at him, a soft look on his face. God, he is so fucking close to Noah’s cock. Lips just inches away. When was the last time someone took him in their mouth? Let him feel damp warm heat and blinding pleasure? He could cry he wants it so badly.
“Other foot, my good boy.”
“Daddy,” he says because he has to hear it. It feels right. If this man is putting him in silk then that’s what he should be called.
Jensen kisses his thigh, and Noah’s hip twitches forward as if his body’s new goal in life is to get his cock in his daddy’s mouth. Noah steps into the boxers, Jensen’s fingers pressing against his skin as he slowly drags the fabric up. It’s cool and expensive and it makes him feel the exact same way.
“Poor boy,” he murmurs, voice low, as he settles the waistband over Noah’s straining erection. He isn’t mocking. That isn’t who his daddy is.
He sinks his hands into Jensen’s hair, pulling him closer, and Jensen leaves gentle kisses all over his stomach and hip bones. It’s beautiful. It makes him feel beautiful. A boy worthy of such a generous daddy. Jensen’s hands stay, rubbing the silk against his buttocks and hips, letting him feel how luxurious the material is.
“That feels so good, daddy,” he says, legs trembling.
“And how do you feel about that?”
“I don’t know. I guess you better stop now…please.” His voice almost breaks at having to ask.
Jensen pauses, and looks up at him. “Stop? Tell daddy what you’re thinking.”
It’s hard to get the words out, but a good boy answers. And that’s who he wants to be. “I’m thinking about all the times he wouldn’t let me come. When he didn’t like me being aroused. And I don’t want to make a mess in the silk when you’ve just put it on me, but I—it’s been a while and I’m worried I’m going to make them messy so you better...stop.”
Jensen’s hands clench on the word messy and Noah shivers as if the electrical charge poured from one to the other. “How long has it been?”
“Maybe a month?”
“You haven’t come in a month?”
He shrugs. He’s embarrassed because it doesn’t seem like Jensen is pleased, not like his former master was. He’d thought Jensen would be proud of him.
“Do you want to?”
“Yes. A lot.”
