Page 47 of Dear Daddy, Please Want Me

“Sure.”

“Great! There’s this munch that I go to with lots of Daddies. And this other club has a Daddy night.”

Saul let the two boys chatter, resting his head on Levi’s shoulder and soaking in his bubbly excitement.

This was nice. They were tucked into a little corner away from the noise. Levi continued to stand and eventually Neil moved over to his empty chair. The bartender stopped by and Saul got an overpriced drink to nurse while he broke in occasionally to encourage Neil or whisper sexy things in Levi’s ear.

When Levi eventually decided it was time to dance, though, Saul was hit by another case of nerves. What would they look like standing together, with Levi towering over him?

But Levi dragged Neil into the chaos of the dance floor with them and they danced in a loose circle. Exactly like middle school, except Saul felt like he was part of it.

Neil was surprisingly talented, showing off dazzling moves that Levi would attempt with far more enthusiasm and far less skill. Levi wasn’t kidding when he said he didn’t have any rhythm, but when he couldn’t do something, he only laughed harder. When particularly romantic songs came on, Levi would dance around him, holding up his fist like it was a microphone as he stared into Saul’s eyes.

It was… good. Fun. Energizing, even. Levi’s joy wrapped around their little circle, and since Saul knew he’d never do anything as ridiculous as what Levi was attempting, he let his body become a conduit to the music.

Maybe, he might even go dancing again.

12

Levi

Levi danced into his apartment building, Saul following behind him in amusement. Levi shook his ass as he pressed the elevator button, glorying in the knowledge that Daddy was watching him.

“You’re not danced out, babe? I thought you’d be ready to crash.”

“Nope.” He led Daddy into the elevator. He remembered his quip from yesterday about letting Daddy open doors for him, but as usual, he was too excited to actually follow through on it.

If Daddy wanted to make a production out of opening doors for him, he would love it. But if Daddy was letting him lace their fingers together and pull him along while Levi’s body bounced in excitement, that was just as good. Daddy was coming home with him!

“What floor?” Daddy asked.

He was getting Lovey Daddy face, and he didn’t even have to do anything to work for it.

“Four.” He stifled a yawn.

“That’s what I thought, baby boy. You’re about to crash.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m tired.” He let himself wilt because Daddy’s arm was around his waist, ready to catch him.

“Let’s get you into bed.”

“Oooh! Bed! Yes, get me into bed!”

Saul laughed again, the sound filling the elevator with warmth. “Come on, sleepy boy.”

He hoped Daddy knew that he wasn’t too sleepy for all of the other things they could get up to in bed. Daddy had been teasing and touching him all night. They’d danced for hours with his spontaneously-acquired new friend, and then even longer with just the two of them.

They hadn’t quite made out on the dance floor, though there had been a number of steamy kisses and Levi had ground against his Daddy at every chance he could take. But even with enough space between them to let them both really move, Daddy’s hand and eyes had always been on him.

He was tired, though, he had to admit. It had been a long time since he’d even stayed up this late, especially not with work in the morning.

He’d take exhaustion over missing even a moment with Daddy, though.

Levi unlocked his apartment, and instead of being pushed against the wall and taken apart with another one of Saul’s hungry kisses like he hoped, Daddy just cupped his cheek. “What do you need to do to get ready to bed?”

“Orgasms always make me extra sleepy, Daddy.” It was worth a try.

Daddy threw back his head and laughed, but there was still no pressing him against the wall and devouring his mouth. Drat.