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Henry

The idea that I would miss this opportunity to put my mouth on Drew was not even part of the equation. I’d intended the kiss to be sweet and gentle, but the minute I tasted him, that plan went out the window. All I wanted to do was allow him to consume me, or maybe it was the other way around. Either way, that was what I wanted.

When he immediately parted his lips and allowed my tongue entry into his mouth, I realized my desire was entirely mutual. Our tongues tasted and explored each other until we were both panting with anticipation, but whatever came next didn’t have to happen that night. It didn’t need to be worried about because all I wanted was to taste my boy. There was something uniquely him, tinged with the sweetness of the ice cream. The needy sounds he made in the back of his throat made me want to devour him.

My hand found its way to his face and cupped him gently, my thumb tracing the outline of his cheekbone and then down along his jaw. When I did, he instinctively scooted himself closer. The frustration of him still being too far away got to be too much for me, and I hauled him onto my lap. His knees straddled me as our cocks pressed against each other through our pants. I’d never regretted clothing more.

“Henry, can I ask you a question?” Drew asked after he ended the kiss and buried his face in the crook of my neck.

I immediately loosened my hold on him, but kept my hands resting on his back. My cock was still hard, as was his, but whatever his question was, it wouldn’t be answered while I was trying to pin him down.

“Anytime,” I said softly.

Whatever the question was, it must’ve been important because Drew started and stopped several times. Each time he almost got the words to come to the surface, they would disappear on him. He closed his mouth and took a few more shuddering breaths while I waited for him to ask whatever it was that he needed to know.

My short nails scratched him lightly through his T-shirt. I could feel the imprint of his spine and a little bit of his ribs along the edges. Though he was doing better about eating meals, it clearly still wasn’t enough. That was my screwup, and I would rectify it fucking immediately. There was no goddamn way I was going to let Drew starve himself, especially after he’d candidly told me that getting down two meals had been a struggle.

“I don’t know how to ask it.”

“Whatever it is, I’m happy to answer it if I can.” I did a few more traces along his spine with the pads of my thumbs and then added, “I can’t think of anything you could ask me that I would be upset about.”

I don’t know if my confession made a difference or not, but he took a few more shuddering breaths and then said, without stopping to take a breath between the words, “Can I call you Daddy?”

“I can’t think of anything I’d want more,” I confessed, and then I captured his mouth in a long, deep kiss.

Our tongues played against each other while we both poured every bit of ourselves into the moment. My hands moved to his hips, and my thumbs landed on his thighs, pressing against them. I could feel his restrained cock pressing against my own.

Drew squirmed against my crotch a little bit, trying to find a position that would give him some relief, but we both knew there was only one thing that would provide that. However, what we could do on the couch with our clothes on wouldn’t be enough.

I gently moved Drew from my lap to the empty space beside me on the couch.

“Before I ask you a question, I want you to know there is no right or wrong answer. Whatever you want, that’s the right answer. Okay?” I asked.

“Okay.”

“Okay, Daddy,” I corrected him.

Drew gave me a brilliant smile that transformed his face. The remaining doubt and indecision melted away and happiness sparkled in his eyes.

After a beat, he answered, “Yes, Daddy.”

I gathered him close. He laid his head on my chest, and I felt a bone-deep satisfaction that I hadn’t known was possible.

“We can stay here just like this, or we can move to the other room. What you want is what I want.”

“Daddy, I want you.”

He didn’t need to ask me twice because I was damn sure going to give this man what he wanted. And if he called me Daddy while I did it? I might be the one in a puddle.

I pushed myself off the couch, reached for Drew’s hand, and led him upstairs to the back of the house where my bedroom was. He remained quiet and followed behind me. The quiet pride of his choice—an actual fucking choice—made my chest puff out, except it felt like such a moment that now it was weird. And I knew he thought so too because a few soft giggles escaped him before they turned into straight-up laughter.

“Okay, now I just feel awkward,” I said with mock outrage.

“Oh my God, I’m sorry,” Drew gasped in what was supposed to, I think, sound like horror, but given how the chuckles erupted afterward, I had my doubts. He covered his mouth to try and stem them, but it wasn’t working.

Happy looked good on him.