Page 41 of Mafia King

And Theo is one of those adults. With Nikolai by his side, it all feels so right.

Theo walks beside Nikolai, his hand occasionally brushing his. He is still soft and floating from the morning’s sexy and intense moment, the residual stretched feeling inside his ass a quiet reminder of how thoroughly his Daddy had taken him.

Yet the space around them feels almost gentle in comparison. Nikolai moves with the same controlled certainty he shows everywhere, but there is a new attentiveness in the way he watches his reactions to each display.

“We need things that will make you comfortable at my place,” Nikolai says simply. “Stuffies. Games. Whatever helps that side of you settle. I want to learn it properly.”

Theo feels a warm, unexpected swell of emotion.

He has never fully understood the Little part of himself either—only that it surfaces when the rest of his life becomes too sharp, too full of masks and calculated risks. Most men he has known either ignored it or treated it as a brief, disposable kink.

Nikolai is treating it as something worth building space for. The openness in Nikolai impresses him more than Theo expected.

They move slowly through the aisles. Theo chooses a soft grey rabbit with long ears and a small blue dinosaur that reminds him of Maximus.

Nikolai adds a set of simple card games, a thick coloring book of forest animals, and a packet of scented markers. He does not rush Theo. He does not look embarrassed. Nikolai simply watches, occasionally asking quiet questions about what feels right, and the ordinary intimacy of the moment settles deeper into Theo’s chest than any of the more intense moments they have shared.

They are examining a display of weighted blankets when the air changes. Theo feels it first in the sudden tightening of Nikolai’s shoulders. He glances up…

A man and a boy are approaching along the same aisle.

The man is a few years older than Nikolai, silver temples, dressed in a dark coat that looks both expensive and practical. His posture carries the same contained readiness Theo has learned to recognize in Nikolai.

The young man beside him is younger, sweet but sassy in his vibe, his hand resting lightly in the crook of his arm. The man stops a few paces away and offers a measured smile...

“Nikolai,” he says. “This is… unexpected.”

“Maxim.” Nikolai’s voice is polite, even, but Theo hears the edge underneath. “Milo.”

Maxim’s gaze flicks briefly to Theo, then back. “This is Milo, as you know. And you are…?”

“Theo,” he answers, keeping his tone light.

A short, careful exchange follows: comments about the store, the weather, nothing of substance.

Maxim’s eyes remain assessing.

Milo’s smile is warmer, but he stays mostly silent.

After less than two minutes the couples move apart again with polite nods. Theo watches Nikolai’s profile as they walk away. The controlled calm is still there, but a fine tension has settled into the line of his jaw.

Their purchases are taken to a private VIP checkout on the same floor, an elegant side room with soft chairs and a single discreet attendant who never asks questions.

While the items are wrapped and logged to Nikolai’s account, Theo watches the residual tightness in his shoulders and makes a quiet decision. He takes Nikolai’s hand and leads him down a short corridor to the nearest restroom.

“Follow me,” Theo says, a look of devilish mischief in his eyes.

The room is a single-occupancy space, clean and softly lit, the door locking with a solid click. The moment they are alone Theo drops to his knees on the tiled floor. He unbuckles Nikolai’s belt, opens his trousers, and frees his cock.

Nikolai is already half-hard presumably from the adrenaline of the encounter with Maxim. Theo wraps his hand around Nikolai’s girth and strokes slowly, then leans in and takes him into his mouth.

“My obedient boy,” Nikolai says. “He knows how to please his Daddy.”

Theo duly works him with steady focus—tongue, lips, the gentle suction he already knows he likes—determined to pull the tension out of him one careful movement at a time.

Nikolai’s hand settles in Theo’s hair. His breathing deepens. When he cums it is with a low, controlled sound, his quads hardening as Theo swallows everything his Daddy gives him.

Theo stays on his knees a moment longer, resting his cheek against Nikolai’s thigh, before rising and helping him put his clothes back in order. They step out of the bathroom together.