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When I’d stalled as long as I could, I flipped off the living room light and made my way to his bedroom, but I froze in the doorway at the sight in front of me. Spencer lay there naked on the bed, waiting, watching. His chest rose and fell with a rhythm that called me to him. I took my time, slowly approaching him until my knees hit the edge of the mattress. He was so fucking sexy laying there I could barely breathe. And to think he somehow thought he wasn’t enough when there was nothing further from the truth. He wasn’t just enough. He was everything.
“Come here, boy,” I said, a gentle but firm command that pulled at him like an invisible thread.
He rolled over on his knees and crawled toward me, slowly. I could feel the need radiating from his body even before our skin met. When he was close enough for me to touch, I reached for him, pulling him up against me. His breath hitched, and it sent a thrill down my spine.
“Spencer,” I whispered reverently, like his name was something sacred and profane all at once. I’d always enjoyed sex, and at my monthly trips to Kirby’s, I’d been with my share of sexy boys, but I’d never experienced anything like what Spencer and I shared.
Our eyes locked, and I saw the trust there. Trust and an intensity that spoke volumes without a single word. It stirred something deep within me, a protective fierceness coupled with an overwhelming tenderness. This boy was mine, and I wasn’t letting him go, much less tiring of him. He would realize that at some point.
“Always so intense, Daddy,” he teased, but his voice betrayed the emotion roiling just under the surface.
“Only for you, sweet boy. Only for you.” I admitted, allowing my own vulnerability to surface.
Our lips met in a kiss that was both familiar and electric. There was no rush; we’d done this before. But something about tonight felt different. At least to me. As our mouths moved together, I allowed my hands to roam over his body, mapping the territory that I’d come to know so intimately, yet still hungered to explore.
“Daddy…” Spencer breathed against my lips, his voice a mix of pleasure and something akin to reverence.
“Tell me what you want, baby boy,” I urged, not willing to assume, always seeking his consent.
“Everything. You. Just like this,” he said, gasping out as I pressed my thigh between his legs, creating a delicious friction that made his hips jerk upward.
“Good boy,” I growled, satisfaction curling in my stomach like smoke.
I captured his lips again as my hand slid down his torso. When I reached the waistband of his lace boxers, I paused, seeking permission to continue. A subtle nod was all the encouragement I needed.
I brushed over the bulge that strained against the lace. Spencer let out a low moan that vibrated through me. The sound was a direct line to my own arousal, which pulsed with a need that matched his.
“Please, Daddy, more,” he pleaded, and the raw edge in his voice undid me.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” I assured him, slipping my hand inside to free him from the confines of his briefs.
“Feels so good.” Spencer panted, his hands clutching at my shoulders, nails digging into my flesh in a welcome sting. He threw his head back, lips parted, and eyes closed. There was a beauty in his abandon that was unlike anything I’d ever seen.
“Look at me,” I commanded softly, and his eyes opened, and those pools of deep blue drew me deeper.
In that gaze, I found everything I needed. He might not be sure of me yet, but that was okay because I was sure enough for both of us. I increased the pressure, our bodies moving against one another with a desperate urgency now. Every slide of skin on skin was a spark that threatened to ignite us both.
I tumbled us both onto the bed, our bodies aligned, and we began to move. The sensation of his hardness against mine was intoxicating. I reached down between us, gripping both our cocks in my hand.
Our breaths came in sharp gasps as we shifted together. As our movements intensified, I felt my control slipping, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. Spencer’s hands roamed over my back, his fingers digging into my muscles as he urged me on.
“Faster, Daddy,” he begged, and I complied, thrusting against him with a primal need that consumed us both. Our breathing became ragged, our moans mingling in the air between us. In that moment, nothing else existed. It was just us, tangled together in a frenzy of desire. We were two halves of a whole, completing each other in ways that words could never express.
My mind was a blur of images — Spencer’s flushed skin, his tousled curls, the way his eyes darkened with pleasure whenever I touched him. But above all else, his expression of trust and love kept me grounded.
“I’m close, Daddy,” Spencer moaned, his hips bucking against mine with more urgency.
“Let go, baby boy. I’m right here with you,” I said, encouraging him, my own climax just within reach.
With one final thrust, we both shattered into ecstasy, our bodies trembling and convulsing in unison. Spencer cried out my name and clung to me tightly.
As we rode out our orgasms together, I buried my face in the crook of Spencer’s neck and held him close. Time seemed to stand still as we caught our breaths and let the aftershocks of pleasure subside.
When we finally calmed down, I pulled away slightly to look at Spencer’s face. His cheeks were flushed, and his lips were swollen from our kisses. His eyes were half-lidded with satisfaction and contentment.
I couldn’t help but smile at him. “Such a good boy,” I whispered. “Such a beautiful, perfect boy.”
He blushed even more deeply at my words, and I leaned down to press a soft kiss to his lips. In that moment, nothing else mattered. There was only Spencer and me and the quiet knowing that this hadn’t been about getting off; it was about connection, something I hadn’t ever found anywhere else. Something that was more than enough for me.
