Page 33 of A Little Christmas! Johnny
There is usually a brief moment of clarity before all of the blood rushes to my dick where I consider if what I’m about to do is the right thing to do. Somehow, between my boy damn near sucking my soul out of my body with his love for my “candy cane” and his vulnerability, all thoughts of slowing this down evaporate as if they never existed. By the time I come back to myself, I’m sheathed up in another condom and sliding into pure bliss.
For a brief moment, I worry that I put on the wrong condom with the way Johnny is squirming underneath me, but when I pull out, I see that it’s thankfully not another peppermint one. I’m still feeling the tingles on my own body from wearing one earlier. I wouldnotput my boy through the sensation inside of his body... at least not for our first time together.
“Harder, Daddy,” Johnny gasps out from under me. “I’m a big boy. I’m strong. You won’t break me.”
At his command, my hips piston forward faster. My typical bed partners over the years have occasionally wanted it rougher, but most of the boys I’ve dealt with at the club want to be pampered and spoiled and treated like the kids they regress into. I’m starting to understand that my Johnny is different –very different – from those other boys. He starts pushing back to meet my thrusts, nearly forcing me off the edge of the bed, so I take his wrists and push them above his head, forcing his chest to the mattress to remove some of his leverage. One day, I want to see how we would match up fighting for control in the bedroom, but tonight I just want my Baby Boy to be mine.
“Let Daddy have this, Baby,” I murmur in his ear when he whimpers. “Next time, you can ride me and have your fun. But tonight is for Daddy, right?”
Johnny nods quickly, rubbing his cheek on the comforter. The static created makes his hair go even crazier than usual, and I decide that I want to watch him fall apart for me. I want to see every expression on my boy’s face tonight while I play Santa and deliver my package.
He whimpers when I pull out of him and step off the bed, but when I turn him over to his back, he giggles at the sight of the Santa hat perched back on top of my head. I cover his body with my own and smile down at the best Christmas present ever. It’s time to make this particular Little boy very happy. I start with featherlight kisses to his face. He seems to like that, but when I start on his collarbone and down his chest, he huffs.
I’d already forgotten that he doesn’t want gentle tonight. Instead of apologizing, I take his right nipple between my lips and suck. Johnny’s gasp is definitely one of pleasure, but there’s still a tension in his limbs that’s telling me he’s holding back. I’m apparently not doing a good enough job, but he’s too polite to say something.
Fuck it. If my boy wants rough right out of the gate, I can give it to him. I’ve been holding back for fear of moving too quickly and scaring him off. I have to trust that Johnny knows what he wants. He was brave enough to say something, so now I have to be brave enough to give it to him.
I bite down on the flesh of my boy’s pectoral muscle – not hard enough to break the skin, but just enough for him to feel it. The groan that he releases is from so deep in his chest that I can feel the vibrations in my teeth. Daddy’s going to have some fun with his little monster at the club once we get through the holidays. I’m not into pain sluts, but this is something else. I think we might need to make an appearance at the next Primal Play lock in.
I let my teeth mark up his chest and abdomen as I make my way down his body. With each press of my teeth, I can feel him relax further beneath me. By the time I bite into his thigh, his eyes are glazed over with euphoric bliss. Sliding up his body, I pull his legs up and out to the sides. Taking care to add a bit more lube to the condom, I line up with his hole while staring down at the most beautiful sight in the world.
“Thank you for being the perfect present, Baby Boy,” I whisper before slamming back into his hole. His howl of pleasure reverberates through the room while I pick up the pace. I’m not going to last long, but I want my boy to come first. Reaching down, I use the hand still slick with lube to work Johnny’s shaft. My other hand has a bruising grip on his hip, holding him in place for my thrusts. Beads of sweat are dripping down my spine as I fight to hold off my release until he goes, but I can’t do it. My hips slam forward and I can’t stop my balls from emptying into the condom. My hands come off my boy while I try to reorient myself in the shame of not getting my partner off first. It’s not the first time this has happened, but it is the first time it’s actually bothered me.
Caught inside my own head, I don’t notice what my boy is doing until I feel the contractions around my softening dick. Glancing down, I see Johnny smiling at me around the thumb in his mouth. I follow his line of sight when he looks down to see hetook it upon himself to stroke his cock to completion while I was having my existential crisis.
Fuck, he couldn’t be more perfect for me. I roll off him to the side and gather him into my arms. The rhythmic sounds of him sucking his thumb are the only thing that break the silence in the room.
“Merry Christmas, Baby Boy,” I whisper.
“Merry Kissmas Daddy,” he mumbles around his thumb.
29
JOHNNY
After a while, Daddy took me into the shower and cleaned me up. I was quick and sneaky and managed to hide the giant jingle bell in a towel, but I have to remember to get it later. I want to get it cleaned up properly and figure out how to bring up using it with Daddy sometime. We haven’t had the talk about toys yet – not these types of toys anyways.
I’m ready to go right back to bed after the shower, but apparently, we made too much of a mess, and the sheets need to be washed. Daddy wanted to just put boring sheets back on the bed, but it’s Christmas! You can’t have normal sheets on the bed for Christmas. So now, we are back in the living room while the washer is running. At least now I get to watch my movies without a pitbull burrito hogging all of the blankies. I love Peanut, but I’ll be so much happier when he goes back to Jess in a little over a week. He’s more of a blanket hog than I am.
It doesn’t take me long to get lost in the adventures of the misfit toys and Herbie the dentist and the dancing and singing of Heat Meiser and Snow Meiser. I almost miss it when Daddy sniffles because I was giggling. I remember he said these were his favorite Christmas movies which is why I got them.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I thought this would make you happy.”
I reach for the remote to turn the movie off, but he holds it up above his head out of my reach.
“Don’t you dare even think about it, Baby Boy,” he growls out despite the tear tracks on his cheeks. “It’s not the movies that are making me sad.”
With everything that’s gone on tonight, I forgot about his parents. Of course, his favorite movies would have been memories he had with them. I’m such a stupid doodie head.
"They would have loved you so much,” Dexter mumbles into my hair and pulls me closer. “And you should have had the chance to feel that. If they hadn’t died, you would be smothered with Ma’s hugs and cracking up at all of Dad’s terrible puns. I just hate the fact that they never got to love you, too.”
I stop reaching for the remote and stare at Dexter. Did he just...?
“Too?” I squeak out softly, almost afraid of the answer. No one who is serious in a relationship beyond middle school tells their partner that they love them in just a few short weeks. I mean, I love him so fucking much – at least I think it’s love. I don’t exactly have experience with that particular emotion. Lust? Absolutely. But is it love?
Dexter puts the remote on the coffee table and pulls me closer so that I am straddling his lap to look at him.
“Yes, Baby. Too. I love you. From the moment I saw you, I knew I wanted to know you. When we had our coffee date, I already knew I wanted to keep you. And when I saw the ambulance leaving your shop that morning with the lights still on the police cars outside, I thought my world had ended. That’s when it became undeniable. You are irreplaceable in my life, Johnny.”
