Page 37 of A LIttle Christmas: Samm
On Sunday, they make pancakes and go for a walk in the snow. They take a bath when they get back, and Sammy lies against him in the water, clearly on his way to going to sleep.
Bryan lets his hand slide down to Sammy’s hole, touching his rim gently.
“Daddy,” Sammy whispers.
“What is it, Pumpkin?”
“You’re touching me. It tickles.”
“That sounds nice. Do you want more tickles?”
He gasps and arches backward, encouraging Bryan to rub him more firmly, to tilt his finger into the tight hole. “Yes, Daddy. Always.”
“Daddy has something that can tickle you better than a finger.”
“What?” he asks, as if he doesn’t know.
“Do you want to touch Daddy’s tickling stick?” Bryan feels like a moron the moment he says it. But his boy is down, he’s in that soft headspace, and he doesn’t do anything besides nod. “Good boy. Go ahead, sweetheart. Right between Daddy’s legs. You’ve been tickled a lot in your little hole, haven’t you?”
His breath hitches, and his fingers wrap around Bryan’s hard cock. “Not too much, Daddy.”
“No?”
“No,” his voice is solemn.
“Good. Because Daddy wants to tickle you again. Do you see how sore looking Daddy’s stick is? It needs a sweet little bottom to make it feel better. It’s too hard. You made it that way.”
Sammy’s eyes slide closed, his cock twitching under the water. “Wanna take care of you, Daddy.”
Bryan gets them out of the bath, wraps Sammy up in a towel, and leads him to the bed. He’s got the fireplace turned on and the lights in the bedroom are off even though the sky is gray and overcast outside.
The perfect day to stay in bed.
Sammy lies face down on the bed, and Bryan puts a pillow under him. He keeps one thumb on his boy’s hole, smoothing over the sore little place gently. He’s still slick inside, but it isn’t enough for a fucking. He uses the lube shooter on Sammy, his boy sighing quietly at the flood of lube in his hole.
“There you go.”
“Now, Daddy,” Sammy mumbles and sticks his thumb in his mouth. His eyes close, his head is turned to the side, and his lips are puffy from all the kissing they’ve done.
“That’s right. Now Daddy gets slippery,” he says, and slicks his cock. He notches the head at his boy’s entrance, pressing gently.
Sammy is so relaxed and has been used so often that he opens easily. “Fuck, that’s a good boy. What a sweet little hole you have. Are you ready, honey? Daddy is going to tickle you inside.”
“But, Daddy. It hurts when you tickle me,” he says, his hand reaching back to Bryan’s hip, pulling him in so he doesn’t take Sammy seriously and stop.
“I know, pumpkin. It hurts a little, but it stops. And then Daddy helps you see stars, doesn’t he?”
“Y-yes,” He gasps as Bryan slides into him in one steady thrust. Samuel shivers beneath him, and then he exhales, and his hole relaxes.
“Sammy, good boy. Daddy is so proud of you,” he says, and then grunts as he pulls almost all the way out and lets gravity pull him back in. He keeps one hand on the bed and one on Samuel’s ass, pulling his cheek open so he can see his cocksinking inside, see that red rim stretch and try to keep him inside.
His boy goes limp beneath him, and that unleashes something savage in Bryan, some part of him he didn’t even know existed, and he fucks hard and deep into his boy, riding him for as long as he can, stopping when he gets close, wanting Samuel to feel him afterward. Then his boy will know what he accomplished, that he slid fully into his identity as a Little.
He comes in his boy’s hole, staying deep inside him until he softens. His come floods out instantly, and Bryan watches with lustful fascination as his body expels slick and come down his flushed taint. He tucks some back inside, and Samuel doesn’t even move.
Bryan lets himself play with his boy, spanking his ass and squeezing the flesh until he’s hard enough to fuck again. He does, lubing his cock again and sinking inside the hot little hole. He’s a little swollen, and Bryan keeps his thrusts slow and easy.
Sammy wanted to be sore. He wanted to be used freely by his Daddy, and by god, Bryan is all too happy to give his boy what he wants. It takes him a while to come. Long enough that Sammy comes back to himself and starts whimpering when Byan sinks all the way inside. He covers his boy with his body, kissing and nipping at his neck and his back until he comes with a deep groan, his balls sore from coming so often.
