Page 59 of A Little Bit Naughty

Why did everything Daddy said have to be so perfect?

“What is today?” Remi asked. “Wednesday?”

He was keeping track, too. “Yeah. I get to visit Tommy at work today.”

“Oh, good! I can’t wait to hear all about it.” Remi had tried to be subtle, but this was about the tenth time that he’d mentioned being excited about Tommy’s clinic. It didn’t take a genius to know he was hoping that Isaac might consider taking a job there.

The possibility of it felt thrilling, but also overwhelming. Isaac wouldn’t be looking for a job for another two years. Whole lifetimes could pass by.

The most likely one being that Remi would find another boy. The second possibility would be that he’d spend the next two years pining after a man who he’d barely known for a week, only to realize later that they weren’t compatible.

Really, it was good for him to remember that he was visiting Tommy’s clinic because it would help him think about what he wanted in a job in the long run. That was all.

Remi rolled over so they were facing each other. He kissed Isaac tenderly. His eyelids. His nose. The corners of his mouth. These weren’t kisses of passion, but of some deeper emotion.

Isaac just laid back and let himself be adored.

All too soon, the alarm went off. Remi shut it off, then pulled Isaac closer to him, scissoring their legs together. The two of them wore only underwear, and Isaac could feel Remi’s cock, half hard and pressing enticingly against his thigh.

For a moment, he felt that deep thread of envy that he couldn’t do the same, and with it came that instinctive tinge of fear that Remi would be disappointed.

Remi ground against him, words thick and breathy against Isaac’s ear. “God, do I want you, baby boy. Are you sure we have to get up now?”

Isaac moaned, grinding his cock against Remi’s thick thigh. The worry wasn’t quite gone, but it was easy to push to the side when Daddy was so hungry for him. “I can’t be late for this. Tommy talked to his boss.” He was already panting though, ready for whatever Daddy wanted.

Remi bit Isaac’s shoulder, making him gasp as pleasure flowed in with the pain, then soothed it with his tongue. “I think there’s still plenty of time for morning blowjobs, especially since I’m not going to be able to get my Izzy fix all day. If we’re late, I’ll pick up breakfast on the way.”

“OK, Daddy.” That was really the only thing there was to say. “I won’t be able to get my Daddy fix, either.”

Daddy pushed Isaac onto his back, pinning him with his weight and kissing down his bare chest. “I’ll have to give you plenty to remember then.” He emphasized his words with another nip. Would he leave marks? Isaac desperately hoped so.

“You can bite harder, Daddy.”

“Is that what you want?”

“I want you to mark me. And then I want your cock in my mouth.”

Daddy groaned. “Demanding little thing, aren’t you?”

Isaac shook his head. “Nuh-uh. You already said I could bl…”

His words were lost when Daddy sunk his teeth in just over Isaac’s last rib. Isaac arched up with a shout, unconsciously trying to get closer and get away. Daddy kept going though, driving the pain around through the twists and turns of Isaac’s skin until it came back as euphoria and pure need.

He licked at it soothingly, though it still burned. Then he did it again.

“Yes, Daddy!” Isaac called out. Fuck, he wanted to be covered with bruises. He wanted to wear the imprints of Daddy’s teeth for the rest of the year.

Daddy kissed down Isaac’s belly, leaving a burning trail. He pulled the edge of Isaac’s briefs down just far enough to leave another delicious bite on his hip, not letting up until Isaac was panting beneath him.

Daddy soothed it with soft kisses, then looked up, chin resting on his thigh and eyes hungry. “I want your cock too, baby boy.”

Isaac clenched up, instinctively closing his legs. He couldn’t help it.

“No pressure,” Daddy soothed. “I’m telling you what I would enjoy, but we’re both still following your lead. You tell me what’s OK.”

“Um, I want it to be OK. But…” Taking off his underwear still felt like too big a step. What if Remi was repulsed? Or just confused and awkward? What if Daddy was fine, but Isaac’s dysphoria got so bad that he couldn’t handle it?

“But you’re not ready,” Daddy finished his sentence. “And that’s fine, too. There are plenty of ways I can still enjoy my baby boy.”