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“There’s my good boy,” he says, and then he’s licking again, working fingers inside and massaging Noah’s prostate until he could cry from the pleasure and stimulation. At three fingers his daddy stops, leaves them buried deep inside and then he’s jerking off with his free hand, aiming it at Noah’s hole and Noah lays there and tries not to cry.
He isn’t successful.
“What is it, honey?” Jensen asks and the fingers leave him, which is even worse.
He turns over, looking up at his daddy, cock hard and deeply flushed with arousal. His daddy had been so close but he’d stopped the moment he’d realized Noah wasn’t in the same place as he was.
He reaches up and runs a hand down his daddy’s chest and it hits him hard. He loves this man. This is his daddy. And it’s breaking his heart that his daddy doesn’t want him that way.
“I can’t wait anymore,” he says and glances up to make sure this is okay to say. “I’ve been patient and I kept thinking you’d want me, but it’s not…I don’t understand why you won’t fuck me.”
“I was trying to give you space. You live here and we’re friends but I’m also your daddy. And I guess I kept thinking that if you decided being with me intimately wasn’t something you wanted that it’d be easier to be friends and have you keep living here if we hadn’t had sex. I wanted to wait,” he says, and shrugs.
“For how long?”
“Christmas?”
Which is now just a few days away. “So your plan was to give me dick for Christmas?”
“What do you get the boy who has everything?”
Noah laughs. “Would it be wrapped up? Do I get to open the package?”
His daddy frowns. “I’m not sure this metaphor is going in a good direction.”
“So if I wait 48 more hours then you’ll finally give it to me?”
Jensen frowns severely. “It’s not meant to be a hardship.”
“Well, it is,” he says, and pouts.
Jensen lays down on his back, and reaches for him, urging him to climb on top.
“What’s happening?”
“My boy should be spoiled. Pampered and indulged. If you’re feeling dick deprived then we need to solve the problem. So go on, honey. Ride daddy,” he says.
“Oh,” he manages and grabs the lube. He slicks Jensen up and gets him fitted to his hole and sinks down, taking him quickly. So quickly that Jensen hisses and grabs his hips.
“Easy now.”
Noah lifts up so his daddy is almost out and then sinks down again, taking him to the root. He’s clenching hard inside, his body struggling to get used to his daddy’s size. And that’s exactly how he likes it. What he’s used to. This is something he doesn’t think he’ll ever want to change. He needs to be fucked like it’s an emergency.
“Easy, baby,” his daddy says, and wraps a hand around Noah’s cock, and before he can tell his daddy not to, he’s coming, spurting all over his daddy’s chest and stomach.
His daddy growls in response, sits up, and holds Noah tight in his arms, kisses him roughly as he rocks deep into Noah’s body, chasing his own orgasm.
“Daddy,” he gasps and hopes there are bruises on his arms, wishes his daddy would bite his lip and draw blood. “Harder. More.”
“My good boy did need that, didn’t he?” He snarls and then Noah is on his back, legs around his daddy’s waist as Jensen pounds into him, giving him exactly what he needed. He moans with every thrust, barely able to catch a breath it feels so right and sharp. He offers his neck and teeth score down his throat, there are fingers pinching hard at his nipples and it snaps him to life, he cries out, body electrified by his daddy’s lust and that shimmering edge of subspace is close enough to lull him, make him go quiet and peaceful inside.
When his daddy comes, they’re both emotional.
Enough time passes that his daddy slips out of him, and gathers him in his arms and that’s when Noah sobs, shocked at how much better he feels now that his daddy has claimed him properly.
“Poor boy.”
“I need that. I need it a lot. I need…”
