Page 12 of Home For Christmas

His big fingers gripping the base of the plug had me lifting higher to allow him easier access. A finger trailed up and down my crack a few times, tapping at the plug on the way past. Derek knew exactly how to press the plug so that it nailed my prostate, sending conflicting waves of pleasure and pain through my body. My spent cock twitched below me but didn’t fill, and Derek chuckled. “I really want to stay here and play with you for the rest of the night. We have no kids in the house, and no one will be here until the morning.”

I growled. “Buddy, you’re going to find yourself in the corner instead of in my ass if you keep that up.”

Derek’s laughter filled the room. “Don’t worry. There’s no way I can keep teasing you and not cum. I’m getting there.” He gripped the base of the plug and began pulling it out of me despite my body’s reluctance to let it go. It took him a few gentle tugs before my muscles finally gave up and allowed it to leave.

Instead of pushing his dick in me like I knew we both wanted, Derek’s finger gently traced my stretched opening. “You’re so open. It didn’t hurt you, did it?”

There was my sweet boy. After all these years, he was still worried about hurting me, even after I’d given him permission. “I’m fine, buddy. I’ll be better when you’re inside me, though.”

“Can I take the strap off, Daddy? I want to be able to cum.”

Derek’s natural submission was beautiful. The question forced me to push myself off the bed enough to crane around and flip the snap on the leather strap. “There ya go, buddy.”

Derek sighed when the strap loosened. We’d tried cock rings before. If we got one tight enough to keep his orgasm away, they tended to pinch him. And when he was aroused, it was nearly impossible to get it off without hurting him. The cock strap was the best alternative for us, and it had worked like a charm tonight.

I collapsed back onto the bed, my ass even higher in the air that time, my chest and face pressed into the blankets. “Go ahead, fuck my hole. I know you want to.”

That was all the encouragement Derek needed because seconds later his dick pressed against my opening. The large plug had stretched me enough that he slipped in, but I knew it would be the last gentleness I’d feel until Derek came. He knew I liked to feel as though I’d been fucked hard the next day, so when Derek’s fingers roughly gripped my hips, I knew it was time to brace myself. He didn’t waste time allowing me to acclimate to his cock, thrusting fully inside me in one long stroke.

A gasp followed a strangled grunt when Derek’s erection grazed my prostate, but he didn’t adjust to give me a direct hit. Instead, Derek pulled nearly all the way out of me and slammed back in, his balls hitting my taint and causing me to yell out. Derek’s murmurs above me sounded reverent. “You feel so good. You’re so tight. God, I love this.”

“Pound me, baby,” I told him as I pushed back into his thrusts. “Give me your cum.”

Derek groaned and pushed his hips into me at a punishing pace. Skin slapping against skin filled the room and Derek’s moans were almost as loud and needy as my own. I could feel his palms start to sweat against my hips and beads of sweat hitting my back as Derek worked himself into a frenzy. “Jesus, it’s been too long since I’ve been inside you.”

I wasn’t going to tell him it had only been a few weeks and we normally went far longer between the times I bottomed for him. “Fuck, Daddy.”

Despite the ache in my ass, my cock was beginning to fill. I doubted I had another orgasm in me after such a short period of time, but my dick hadn’t quite gotten the message. “You feel good, baby. Keeping going.”

“Your cum is dripping down my thigh.”

And that was hot. Hot enough that there was a small chance I’d cum again.

Derek laughed while continuing to thrust in and out of me. “It feels funny. It kinda tickles. I feel naughty and dirty and…” His words trailed off and his breath hitched before he continued. “Fuck, Daddy, I’m gonna cum. It feels so good!”

Derek had barely said the words when his cock began to expand in my ass, a telltale sign of his impending orgasm. There was no way I’d cum again, but I reached a hand under my stomach and gripped my dick, stroking it in time with Derek’s hips. Derek screamed a string of nearly incoherent curse words as he thrust, and I could feel his dick jerk inside me as he came. A few more hard thrusts and he stilled, allowing his orgasm to fade before collapsing over my back and peppering it with gentle kisses.

“Damn, that was good,” he mumbled into my shoulder as he gently rocked his hips a few more times. “I can feel my cum in your ass.”

I laughed, a strange sensation while filled so full, and Derek groaned. “That feels weird around my cock.”

“Slide out, buddy. Let me get up to get us rags to clean up with.”

Derek muttered something about staying this way, but I knew all too well that we’d both regret it in the morning. After a few more seconds, Derek rolled off me and collapsed onto the comforter. It would need to be changed, but we could wait to do that until the morning. I got up, my ass, thighs, and arms all sore, my muscles wobbly from exertion, but determined to get us both cleaned up.

I focused on myself first, gently cleaning cum from my tender ass, then washing my dick before I grabbed a diaper out of the linen closet in the bathroom, smiling at the bright Christmas pattern. Derek loved Christmas, so I’d stocked up when I saw the diapers with little Santas, stockings, and Christmas trees on them. They were pretty much the only ones he’d been wearing since Thanksgiving.

Derek was asleep before I made it back to the bedroom, but he woke up enough to roll over and lift his hips so I could clean him up, then slide a diaper under him. In the closet there was an adorable Christmas sleeper I’d bought him, but I’d yet to find a time to give it to him. I’d planned on letting him wear it for some little time that evening, but I wanted him to be functional before he got it, and he definitely wasn’t functional at that point. At the rate we were going, it wasn’t going to happen before we got to Oklahoma at the earliest. I just hoped we found time before January. Visiting with his family was never a restful experience. It could be anything from busy to utter chaos, and with Jasper, Harrison, and Greg getting married, anything was possible.

I got Derek taped into his diaper, then did my nightly routine before I slipped in beside him. His body gravitated directly toward me, his blanket in his fist, his thumb in his mouth, and his head directly on my shoulder. I pulled him closer, kissed his forehead, and drifted off to the sound of Derek’s phone buzzing on the nightstand. A quick glance at the clock told me Ty and Dec had arrived at the San Diego airport. Their plane was due to depart in an hour with a short layover in Arizona, then they’d be arriving in Tennessee just before seven a.m. I was tired just thinking about it.

Derek slept through it, so I set my alarm and closed my eyes, thankful sleep took me quickly.

Chapter 5

Derek

December 12th

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