Daddy Benson inched behind him and rubbed some lube inside his ass, using one finger, then a second to stretch Kyle. Fuck, his balls tightened, his cock was again harder than stone, and he desperately needed something bigger inside him. The fingers weren’t enough.Come on Daddy Benson. Fuck me already.
Daddy Benson aimed his cock at his target, poking through the hole a little way and stopping there. Kyle didn’t understand why he had moved in so slowly. Surely, he must know he’d been waiting for it. Maybe he wanted to savor their time alone.
Daddy Benson slowly pushed into Kyle a little more, then moved his cock in deeper, breaking through the muscles.
“Fuck me harder, Daddy Benson,” Kyle growled.
“You want hard?”
“Please. Daddy Benson, harder.”
“You love my big cock, don’t you?” He picked up more momentum in his pounding.
“Yes. Yes. I need it harder. Make me hurt.” Kyle’s words came out like bullets from all the banging.
“You want harder, I’m going to make you sore,” Daddy Benson panted through the long fast strokes. He banged him repeatedly. He took Kyle’s cock in his hand and fondled it, then jerked him.
“You’re such a good fuck,” Daddy Benson shouted.
“Feels so good,” Kyle shouted.
Daddy Benson moved faster, then changed to a slower pace, and continued this fast and slow pattern while he stroked Kyle’s cock. Kyle tilted his ass toward the oncoming cock that beat inside him so he could feel him deeper.
“You feel like velvet,” Daddy Benson panted.
Their lovemaking was sensual and tender, a dance of passion and affection. Each touch, each kiss, was a testament to their love, a promise of forever. Together, their bodies in perfect sync, lost in the intensity of their connection.
As they reached their climax, it was a shared moment of ecstasy, a culmination of their love and desire. They held each other tightly, their hearts pounding in unison, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. In that moment, there was nothing but them, their love, and the promise of a future together.
Finally, they lay entwined, their bodies still tingling with the afterglow of their passion. Daddy Benson stroked Kyle’s hair, his fingers gently running through the soft strands. Daddy Benson whispered into Kyle’s ear, “I love you, Kyle. More than anything in the world.”
Kyle shivered at the words, a wave of emotion washing over him. “I love you too, Daddy Benson,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion. “Always.”
They clung to each other for a long while when he looked at Kyle. “We need to go back into the room and clean up.”
“I think so too.”
As soon as they dressed, they carried their Santa and elf costumes with them to their room. Luckly, Daddy Benson hadn’t checked out yet. Once they showered, they dressed in their outfits to visit the hospital in Arizona.
The red velvet suit clung in all the right places on Daddy Benson, and Kyle hated that his eyes kept finding those places. The beard might’ve been ridiculous, but the broad shoulders, the way Daddy Benson carried himself was just adorable.
Kyle’s own costume was a full-on elf disaster. Green tunic, pointy shoes, a hat that jingled whenever he moved. He could sense Daddy Benson holding back a comment.
Then Kyle looked across the street. A black car was parked and Kyle remembered having seen it before. Only this time, there were two men inside watching them.
Inside the children’s hospital, Daddy Benson slipped into the role without hesitation. His deep, gravelly “Ho, ho, ho,” turned heads, softened faces. He knelt to talk to the children eye to eye, his gloved hand steady on the bedrails, his presence filling rooms in a way that felt more real than the suit.
One little girl clutched her stuffed bear and asked if Santa could bring her dog back from heaven.
The air shifted.
Daddy Benson didn’t blink. “I’ll see what I can do, sweetheart,” he said, voice gentle in a way Kyle hadn’t heard before.
Kyle looked away, fussing with the bell on his hat, because otherwise he might’ve stared too long—at Daddy Benson’s steady eyes, or the way his mouth and voice wrapped around words like they mattered.
The rest of the afternoon blurred in laughter, rustling wrapping paper, and kids tugging at their sleeves. Kyle threw himself into ridiculous elf facts just to make Daddy Benson’s mouth twitch into an almost smile. Every time Daddy Benson’s arm brushed his in a doorway, Kyle’s body clocked it, storing the warmth like it meant something.
Back in the truck, the city slid by in smears of light. Kyle leaned against the cold glass, trying to hold onto the glow from the hospital while the tug of California pulled at him.
