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“Yes, Daddy Darien.”
Hearing Baran calling him “Daddy Darien” turned him on even more than he already was. Darien snapped his hips harder, making Baran pant and sweat.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Baran moaned, pushing his ass back to meet him.
Darien growled, slamming into him. “Don’t move, boy,” he demanded. He needed to make sure Baran followed directions. Moving around could cause his boy pain or injury. He moved Baran tohis side.
Baran moaned nonstop when Darien stroked his erection. His balls were throbbing. He seemed to like it.He really likes it.
“I love your sweet ass, ”Darien moaned.
Darien increased his pace, forcing Baran to jolt forward from his thrusts. Baran grunted with pleasure when Darien hit his prostate. He loved fucking Baran, making him feel good. Baran deserved to enjoy sex.
“Again, there, Daddy Darien,” Baran panted.
Darien hit Baran’s prostate dead on again. “There you go, my pretty boy. Do you like that?”
Baran nodded frantically, releasing broken moans and panting heavily. He arched his back and blasted his cum into Darien’s hand. Darien groaned loudly when Baran’s muscles tightened and milked his stiff member.
“Fuck, boy,” he growled, flooding the condom.
Baran let out a low, mournful groan as Darien came.
“I want to stay inside of you forever,” Darien said.
“Stay inside. It’s hard for me to trust and let you take over, but I’m going to try my best.”
“I know you will. Let me know immediately any time you’re upset.”
“I will.”
He wrapped his arms around Baran and turned him to face him, gripping him. After a while, they went to the bathroom. Darien cleaned Baran and himself with a washcloth. They washed their hands together. Then he leaned over and kissed Baran.
Darien and Baran returned to the bedroom, surrounded by the peaceful ambiance of the room after making love. Baran settled on the bed while Darien stopped at the bookshelf in the reading nook, pulling out and looking at a few titles. “So, what do you feel like reading tonight?” he asked.
Baran looked over the selection, considering his options. “How about something light and cozy? Maybe a classic novel or a collection of short stories?”
Darien nodded, thumbing through the books. “I have just the thing.” He pulled out a beautifully bound edition ofA Christmas Carolby Charles Dickens. “How about this? It’s perfect for the season and has a heartwarming message.”
Baran’s face lit up with excitement. “That sounds perfect. I’ve always wanted to read it.”
Darien smiled, opening the book to the first page. “Then let’s get started.”
They settled in, Darien beginning to read aloud, his voice filling the room with the timeless tale of Ebenezer Scrooge and the spirits of Christmas. As Darien read, he felt a deep sense of contentment, knowing that he was building a future filled with love, trust, and shared moments like this one.
Chapter Thirteen
Baran
Baran sat across fromDaddy Darien at the kitchen table, surrounded by the warmth of Christmas decorations that transformed the cozy space into a winter wonderland. A miniature ceramic Christmas village lined the windowsill above the sink, its tiny windows glowing with battery-operated lights. Garland with red berries and pinecones wrapped around the curtain rods, and strings of twinkling lights framed the window. A collection of Santa Claus cookie jars stood proudly on thecounter, their jolly faces seeming to watch over the morning’s activities.
“There are cookies in all the cookie jars. You can have one anytime you want,” Miss Charlotte said, pointing to them on the counter.
The aroma of fresh coffee and bacon filled the air as Baran savored every bite of the breakfast Miss Charlotte had prepared. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten such a wonderful meal. The hash browns were perfectly crispy, just the way he liked them, and the eggs were cooked exactly right. He sipped his orange juice, noticing how it matched the cheerful orange and cinnamon potpourri that filled a Christmas tree-shaped bowl on the counter.
“So, Baran,” Daddy Darien began, setting down his coffee mug on a snowman-themed coaster, “I have an important job for you at the shelter today.” He pulled out a folder from his briefcase and placed it on the table between them. “We’re hosting an art gala on Friday to raise funds for the shelter’s winter program. I need someone to call through this list of potential donors.”
Baran’s heart quickened with excitement. Finally, a chance to give back to the shelter and Daddy Darien, who had helped him so much. “I can do that. I’ve done customer service before at my mother’s job.”
