The moment we get into my apartment, I dump my overnight bag. Keeping hold of the paper bag with the harness in, I put my hands on Ty’s hips and kiss him while I walk him backward toward the bedroom door. He checked his emails on the way home. He confirmed the same as mine: we’re okay to ditch the condoms, and damn, I’ve been an aching, needy wreck the whole way home. The desire to empty my load into him is almost primal, deepened by the knowledge he wants it too. Our kisses are desperate and messy, our hands all over each other. It’s only a few steps to the bedroom, yet somehow it takes forever. Not that I mind. I’m lost in him. Every brush of his hands through my clothes makes my skin tingle. The press of his lips and sweep of his tongue make me groan. I’ve never desired anyone as much as I need him in this moment.
“Can I shower first, Daddy?”
“Of course.” I release him in order to pull the rainbow harness out of the bag. “When you’re done, put this on. Over your t-shirt.” He looks far too sexy-cute in it to ask him to leaveit off. Besides, I like knowing that he wants to be my lil squirter. I wasn’t lying earlier, I am going to make him come so hard he’ll paint the bed with his cum.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He takes the harness and slips into the bathroom. I go to my bedroom, strip, and lie on the bed, waiting far too impatiently. I stroke my cock, not to make myself come, just to keep myself nice and hard for Ty.
When he comes into the room, he stops, eyes wide, stare focused on my cock and licks his lips. I’m glad he approves. He’s fucking gorgeous in nothing but the t-shirt and harness. It’s stretchy, fitting over his shoulders and upper chest, with O-rings at the center front and back—perfect for pulling on, whether he’s facing toward or away from me. His skin is pink from the shower’s heat. He’s half-hard and leaking, and damn, he’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. Surprisingly, despite it being several hours later, and having had a shower, his make-up is damn near perfect. His mascara and eyeliner have smudged a bit, but not enough to give him panda eyes, and the glitter on his cheeks seems to have spread over most of his face. I must be glittery too, considering how passionately we were just kissing.
I get off the bed and join him, pulling him into my arms, rubbing our cocks together to make him fully hard.
“I need you, Daddy,” he whines.
I cup his jaw, stroke his throat with my thumb, and stare into his beautiful brown eyes. “I need you too, baby. I’m going to tie you to the bed.”
He shivers. “Yes, please.”
“And I’m going to pound you from behind.”
He whimpers and sucks his bottom lip into his mouth.
“And when I come, I’m going to empty my load inside you. I’m going to fill you up with so much cum, it’ll be dripping out of your pretty hole. I’m going to make you mine, baby. My boy.”
He releases a soft, desperate sound that goes right to my cock.
“You’re not going to come until I tell you to.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I spin him around, lightly smack his ass, and push him toward the bed. “Bend over and wait for me like a good boy.”
“I am a good boy, Daddy. I’m your good boy.” He bends over the end of the bed, onto his hands, waiting while I fetch restraints from my drawer of playthings.
I spread his ankles apart and tie them to the bottom of the bedposts. Then I thread the second restraint under the mattress and bind his wrists.
“How is that, baby?”
“Good, Daddy. I feel sexy.”
I tease his asshole with my dry finger. “You are sexy, baby.” I hook my finger through the O ring on the back of the harness, tugging slightly, to show him I can. To prove I’m in control.
He shivers. “Oh, Daddy.”
“Don’t move.”
He giggles. “I can’t, Daddy, but I wouldn’t, even if I could.” He waggles his ass invitingly.
“Soon, baby.”
I stroke his ass cheek and then grab lube. I hesitate, my hand hovering over the box of condoms. Then I grin. We don’t need those tonight. He doesn’t want me to use them. I shut the drawer and return to him, stroking him until he’s whimpering. Only then do I drizzle lube over his crack and hole. Damn, I love the way the clear liquid makes his pucker glisten. Gently, I push his shoulders onto the bed, and then hold his hip, angling his ass exactly how I want it. He rests his cheek on the mattress, allowing me to see his beautiful face in profile.
“Is that okay, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I warm him up, starting with teasing his hole for an eternity, before squeezing my finger into his tight channel. He shivers, sucks in a breath, and releases it on a throaty groan.
