Page 88 of Dear Daddy, Please Want Me

It was all he could do to hang on as pleasure raced through him, like lightning and fire, burning him up.

He came against Levi’s eager lips, bucking up to chase the sensation while Levi, sensing his need, ground down against him.

Everything came together, perfect and whole.

Then, with a muffled cry, Levi was spurting into his mouth, thrusting convulsively. Saul tongued around him, giving him a few loose strokes as Levi shook and screamed and clung to him.

When he finally drew in a deep ragged breath, Levi was still sucking on him, the soft echoes of pleasure bringing them down together.

“Come up here, baby.”

The second he pronounced the words, Levi flipped around and settled onto his chest, squeezing him tightly with arms and legs. His dick was soft on Saul’s belly, sweet and snuggly. Saul’s own cock, of course, was still hard despite his utter lethargy. Maybe he could reach in to adjust it downward later.

Levi sought his mouth, and he pulled the boy into a sensuous kiss, their breath and lips tangling together.

As their pulses slowed, Levi rested his head on Saul’s shoulder. They were both sweaty and sticky, but when Saul tried to roll them over, Levi just clung harder.

“I’ll be right back, my motek. I just want to get us cleaned up.”

“Not yet. Need more Daddy.”

“You haven’t had enough yet?”

Levi shook his sweaty curls against Saul’s neck. “Never.”

“What if I ran you a bath?” Saul figured he could take a quick shower and then fill the tub after he got dressed. He loved the idea of giving Levi a bath and scrubbing him clean.

“Nope. Nap time. And you hold me.”

“Then let me go get a washcloth for you and a quick wash-up for me.” The packer and harness were starting to irritate his skin as the sweat and other fluids dried.

“Fine,” Levi huffed. “But you have to come right back.”

“Promise.” He gave Levi another kiss and finally managed to disentangle himself.

He came back first to wipe Levi down with a warm cloth, enjoying how Levi languidly stretched and uncurled himself to allow him access and then cuddled back up again.

“Now snuggle me,” Levi demanded when he was done.

“I need to clean up too, sweet boy.” He stroked Levi’s hair and got a nose wrinkle in return. “Go to sleep and I’ll be here soon.”

“Hurry.”

“I will.” He gave him a little kiss. How anyone could complain about having a boyfriend who was so greedy that he demanded faster cuddles was beyond him.

He knew, even as he promised, that “soon” would still take a while. If he were a cis guy, he could have just wiped off his hand on the sheet or whatever other gross things most men seemed to do, but right now he was feeling kind of itchy and sticky. Definitely not at all tired.

In the bathroom, he cleaned Levi’s buttplug and set it on a clean towel.

Then he stripped, stepped into the shower for a quick rinse, and put on a clean t-shirt from his overnight bag. He hand-washed his packer and harness, but he couldn’t decide what to do with the harness.

Sex toys on towels, or really on kitchen counters, laundry bins, and dishwashers for that matter, were perfectly normal. This felt different, though. It was very personal in a way that he couldn’t quite quantify.

But the stretchy fabric definitely needed to air dry. Reluctantly, he hung it over the shower pole. He didn’t want it staying damp all night, and there really wasn’t anywhere else to put it in Levi’s small apartment.

The packer, at least, he could still wear like he normally did. He dried it off carefully with another towel and gave it a shake of the cornstarch-based powder to avoid chafing. Then he slipped on a pair of briefs and tucked it into the special pocket in front that separated it from his skin. With the inner rod removed, it hung limp and heavy against him, pleasantly filling out his underwear.

He considered himself for another minute to check himself over, especially his shirt without a binder. Levi hadn’t commented earlier, maybe hadn’t even noticed. There were still two visible bumps, especially when he turned to the side. Ugh.