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There. He was claiming Zhong, when he hadn’t even let himself dream of it for so long. It was a strange situation and not at all how he imagined it, but it was right for them. Zhong was his love. Not in an epic declaration, but all the time.

Zhong leaned forward and pressed their lips together. Dustin expected a quick brush, but he lingered there until Dustin was melting in his strong arms, clinging to him as sparks of need raced through his blood.

When Zhong pulled back, he looked like he was floating, too.

Go take care of your good kid, Dustin told him affectionately.

Go take care of your brat, Zhong returned with humor.

Dustin laced their hands together as they climbed the stairs.

Chapter 14

Landon

Landon stood with Ash at the top of the stairs until they saw movement down below.

Go! Ash told him. Go, go!

They split apart, each racing to bedrooms at opposite ends of the hall. Landon started stripping off his clothes—jeans and a polo shirt that he’d worn to teach summer school—and tugged on a pair of pajama shorts.

He knew he’d stayed in the hall too long chatting with Ash, but he was motivated now. He wanted his reward.

He stepped into the bathroom and had his toothbrush in his mouth by the time Daddy walked in.

Daddy came up behind him and put one loose hand around his waist. He signed into the mirror. Thank you. You’re a very good boy.

A shiver raced through him. He’d always thought that Doms and Daddies calling their subs “good boy” in a club was overrated, but the thing was… he wanted to be a good boy when it was Dustin saying it.

Was everything OK with Zhong? Landon asked with the hand that wasn’t brushing, his movements slightly jerky from the rhythm.

Yes. We had a good conversation. Eventually we might start to change some things in our dynamic.

Did that mean…? Well, it could mean a lot of things. Things that Landon was having increasingly layered thoughts about. Like what it meant to be Ash’s big brother. And where that might go in a scene if Daddy could punish them both.

But right now, my good boy deserves a reward.

Landon sucked in a breath. In the past, Dustin had given him gifts and called them rewards, but they were usually for doing things outside their dynamic: getting through a difficult week, or standing up to the school superintendent to defend his program. Sometimes they were even for no reason, Daddy rewarding him for simply existing, or maybe for feeling comfortable enough to let himself ease into middle space.

This was different. Because he’d been about to go all bratty, albeit in a low-key way with Ash and Zhong, and Daddy had promised him a reward if he behaved. Usually behaving was the last thing he wanted.

But this joyful, inside-out feeling of having pleased his Daddy and receiving a token of his affection for it was completely different.

Think about what types of rewards a good boy might want while you brush your teeth.

Landon nodded his agreement, mind already spinning. Were these little rewards like new lipstick or a comic book? Big rewards like an elaborate scene? Should he ask for something sexual or non-sexual?

All of those thoughts flew out of his head when Daddy stepped forward, pressing Landon’s hips against the counter while he reached for his own toothbrush.

It was electrifying. Some strange combination of leaving him trapped and helpless to Daddy, while also doing this adorably domestic ritual.

For a moment, Landon stopped brushing, waiting breathlessly to see what would happen with a mouth full of toothpaste. But Daddy just started brushing his own teeth. Each jerk of their arms had Daddy’s denim-covered cock rubbing against his ass.

He went back to brushing, and then they were grinding against each other. Landon finally leaned forward to spit, pressing back harder. It was heavenly. Even when Landon was done rinsing his mouth, Daddy didn’t step back. So Landon just stayed there, with his cock uncomfortably pressed against the edge of the cabinet while Daddy finished.

Eventually Daddy pulled to the side to spit his own toothpaste. What are you thinking? he asked in the mirror.

He was supposed to be thinking right now? I… I don’t know yet.