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“Please. Fuck me,” he panted.
Daddy Darien ignored him. He added a third finger and played more. Baran arched his ass up to meet his next fingering thrust. Daddy Darien seemed to enjoy toying with him until he decided when to fill him. He removed his fingers.
He cupped his hand beneath Baran’s bottom, tilted his hips, and began with a slow rhythm. Picking up his pace, he pounded hard, causing Baran’s body to jerk up and down. Darien hit his prostate repeatedly, then he tilted Baran so he could wrap his hand around Baran’s pulsating hard-on. Stroking Baran’s brick-hard cock at the same tempo, he pumped in and out. Baran trembled as he tightened his tunnel muscles around the steel dick. The warm semen in his balls tried to flow up out of him, and he couldn’t fight it as his body trembled. He tried desperately to hold back his climax, but suddenly his cum spilled out of him onto Daddy Darien’s hand.
“Fuck. Fuck,” Baran screamed.
Daddy Darien banged him so hard the headboard hit the wall and the pictures crashed to the floor, making a loud noise.
“Oh God, oh God, oh, feels so good.” Daddy Darien’s body strained with the force of his orgasm. Baran continued to milk him dry in his condom.
Daddy Darien handed Baran tissues to clean himself while he tied off the condom and wiped himself with a tissue. Baranfelt a warmth in his heart as they prepared to settle in for the evening. The hotel room was quiet, the soft glow of the Christmas lights casting a cozy ambiance through the window. They decided to watch a Christmas movie before sleep, a perfect end to their festive day.
As Darien adjusted the pillows on the bed, Baran pulled their blanket over them. “Daddy Darien, I wanted to tell you something.” Baran took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his emotions. “I just wanted to say how grateful I am for everything you’ve done for me. You’ve given me so much—love, support, and a sense of belonging. I’ve never felt this way before.”
Daddy Darien’s eyes softened, and he reached out to take Baran’s hand. “Baran, you mean the world to me. I’m so glad you’re here with me. You’ve brought so much joy into my life. I love you.”
Baran felt tears of happiness welling up in his eyes. “I love you too, Daddy Darien. More than words can express.”
Daddy Darien gently squeezed Baran’s hand, his voice filled with affection. “Every moment with you feels like a gift. I can’t wait to spend many more Christmases together.”
Baran smiled through his tears, feeling a deep sense of peace and contentment. “Me too. I can’t imagine my life without you.”
As they snuggled together under the blanket, the movieHome Alonebegan, filling the room with another type of warmth. Baran leaned his head on Daddy Darien’s shoulder, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat. In that quiet, intimate moment, surrounded by the magic of the holiday season, Baran knew he had found a love that would last a lifetime.
With Daddy Darien by his side, he felt ready to face whatever the future held.
Chapter Twenty-six
Baran
The thick snow fell,blanketing the city in a muted white stillness that made Baran feel both trapped and oddly cozy. Baran and Daddy Darien had been inching along in traffic for what felt like forever before Daddy Darien finally sighed with relief, turned the wheel, and pulled into the hotel.
The room they found themselves in was average size but warm, with soft golden lighting and a large window overlooking the street below. The view was mesmerizing—a tangle of holiday lights wrapped around lampposts, flickering through the curtainof falling snow. Cars sat idle beneath the layer of white, their drivers resigned to the storm’s whim.
After they removed their jackets and shoes, Baran stood at the window, watching the snowflakes tumble from the sky like they were trying to outdo each other in size and grace. Behind him, Daddy Darien had already flopped onto one bed, scrolling through his phone. Then he called room service and asked for two hot chocolates.
“It never ends,” Baran muttered, mostly to himself. He turned to see Daddy Darien raise an eyebrow.
“What doesn’t?”
“Christmas.” Baran waved vaguely at the window. “It goes on forever. Lights, snow, songs, movies—it’s like an entire season.”
Daddy Darien laughed and got off the bed. “It is an entire season. That’s kind of the point. People like dragging it out.”
Baran huffed, crossing his arms. “Not in Istanbul. The few people who celebrate Christmas only do one day. A good meal, maybe a little dancing. Then it’s done. This”—he gestured outside—“is too much.”
Daddy Darien grinned again, getting up to answer the door then dig into the paper bag room service had delivered. He handed Baran a cup of steaming hot chocolate. “I think it’s nice. Makes everything feel a little warmer, you know?”
Baran accepted the cup, though he still looked skeptical. “How does your family celebrate?”
Daddy Darien sat back on the bed, leaning against the headboard. “Oh, the usual stuff. My mom’s a Christmas fanatic. We spend the entire week leading up to it decorating, baking cookies, wrapping gifts. My dad insists on watchingIt’s a Wonderful Lifeevery year. And my cousin Norah—” he paused, grinning, “—she’s the one who gets us all matching pajamas for Christmas Eve.”
Baran nearly choked on his hot chocolate. “Matching…pajamas?”
“Yup,” Daddy Darien said proudly. “And we wear them all day on Christmas. Even to breakfast.”
Baran shook his head, though a hint of a smile tugged at his lips. “Ridiculous.”
