You beautiful, beautiful boy. Landon could see the awe in Daddy’s expression and it mingled with everything else inside him, the warmth spreading out to his fingertips.
Daddy slipped in between Landon’s arms again, pulling him into a kiss that felt like everything. Daddy was owning his mouth, taking everything he wanted and leaving Landon feeling so small and adored as the whole world fell away.
You would let me do all of it, wouldn’t you? Daddy asked him.
Landon answered with his eyes. Of course. Anything.
Daddy chuckled darkly. I think I like that idea. You’re going to come for me. But I’ll make you work for it.
Landon nodded. He didn’t even feel relief at the possibility because he was already so lost. He let his arms rest on Daddy’s shoulder, but after so long in this challenging position, it did almost nothing to relieve the strain.
Daddy lined up their two cocks and wrapped one hand around them. Daddy’s eyes fluttered for a moment at the contact with the vibrating cock ring, now pressing against his tip as well.
Tears welled up in Landon’s eyes again as he pressed forward an inch. The agony and arousal swept through him together, his attention pulled to Daddy’s hard, smooth shaft against him.
He moved back, just as slowly, sensations rocking through him with every shift of balance.
Again.
Landon surged forward once more, then pulled back, whimpering at how good Daddy’s hand felt on his cock amidst everything else.
Work for it, Daddy commanded.
Oh, God. How was he supposed to do that? His legs felt like they were on fire. His cock was about to explode. His balls were aching. But he did anyway, rutting up against Daddy’s hand and the heated silk of his length.
Daddy released both clamps on his nipples simultaneously, and fire blazed through him. The pain was exquisite. Blinding.
For a moment he felt like he really had come, his tormented body cradled in Daddy’s arms. The vibrations against his prostate and dick felt like they were turned up to a thousand, pleasure rushing through him in the wake of the pain.
He hadn’t come though. Because after that, the intensity never quite passed, just drove up and up and up.
Daddy slipped the ring off Landon’s cock, and that was almost a relief. Now he could just feel Daddy against him. It was better than any artificial stimulation.
Good boy.
Daddy caressed over the thin, fragile skin of Landon’s balls, sending whispers of pleasure through him. Then suddenly that wonderful, terrible weight was gone. He’d expected to feel relief, but as blood rushed back into the area, the pain came with it, an overwhelming pins-and-needles sensation.
Now, Daddy told him.
But Landon barely acknowledged the command, because he would have come anyway. It was inevitable.
He clung to Daddy’s shoulders, jizz shooting from his cock like an explosion. Like a tidal wave, almost destructive in its intensity. He was being swept away with only Daddy to anchor him.
Daddy must have been coming too, because his fingers dug into Landon’s hip, his other hand jerking them off together in a frantic, slippery haze of pleasure.
Landon sobbed against Daddy’s neck, his body buzzing at the stimulation until he collapsed bonelessly on Daddy’s chest, both of them crashing back into the wall.
Daddy stroked through his hair while Landon pressed open-mouthed kisses to Daddy’s neck.
Daddy lifted Landon’s chin for a gentle touch of their lips together. Good boy, he signed into the tight space between them. My very good boy.
Daddy held him, for how long he didn’t know, then slowly slid out the buttplug and led him to the bed to clean him up.
Landon collapsed into the soft blankets, at once aware of every sensation and drifting from his body. When Daddy pulled him into his arms, he pressed himself tightly against him. He didn’t want even air between them.
You were stunning tonight, Daddy told him.
Landon nodded sleepily. He wanted to say that Daddy had been stunning, too. That he’d never dreamed it could be this good, the kink he craved combined with the love that threatened to overwhelm him.