Page 12 of Ethan’s Dazzling Daddies

Ethan gulped, his body lighting up with both lust and hesitation. “Daddy,” he said again, his eyes not moving from the way the sweats clung to Jacob's body.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Jacob replied in a gruff voice.

It was Ethan's turn to shiver. He tugged at the other man's waist, pulling him forward until they were pressed against one another. Then Ethan rolled his hips. The height of the stool had him lined up with Jacob's waist perfectly. Jacob dropped his forehead to Ethan's at the contact. It felt even more intimate somehow.

“I wanna help,” Ethan whispered.

Jacob opened his mouth as if he was going to disagree. Ethan shook his head, shifting against him even more. It was enough of a distraction to make Jacob quiet.

With quick, sharp movements, Ethan rutted against his Daddy, chasing the pleasure he knew would come. It built and built, grew to a crescendo. He held on as long as he could because he wanted his Daddy to come too. He wanted to feel the other man fall apart with him.

As much as he tried to hold out, Ethan's body had other plans. His orgasm crashed forward. In the whirlwind of it, Jacob took the moment to kiss him. They shared the same breath. Hands roamed greedily. And with it all combined, Ethan fell off the cliff and dove straight into his release.

Jacob was panting when he pulled back. His pupils were completely blown and his body sagged as if all the tension he'd ever carried had finally left him.

Ethan looked down, and the growing wet spot on Jacob's pants made him giggle. “We messy, Daddy.”

Jacob smiled at that. His hands ran along Ethan's jaw, over the scruff that always seemed to stick around no matter how much Ethan tried to get rid of it.

“Seems like we are, sweetheart. Why don't we get cleaned up and then I can feed you properly like I'd planned to?”

Ethan smiled, nodding at the offer. He would never turn down food from his Daddy. Even though it was new, it somehow felt right already. Like Jacob was always meant to be his Daddy and he'd just been too stubborn to say so.

They showered together, which somewhat defeated the purpose of cleaning up. Because they were still so new to this being-together thing, their hands roamed once more. Their shower was extended because they both needed to be cleaned a second time.

Jacob had even dropped to his knees and taken Ethan's cock down his throat like he'd been starving for it. Ethan wanted to return the favor, but his legs were so wobbly his Daddy wouldn't allow it.

“I won't risk you getting hurt for my own pleasure. Besides, I quite enjoyed being the giver.”

Ethan nodded numbly. He didn't have anything to say to that. He could barely form words, bouncing back and forth between his Little mindset and wanting to experience every bit of pleasure he could with Jacob. He was stumbling over himself.

Once they were actually clean, Jacob pulled out some baggy clothes for Ethan to wear. At first, Ethan had thought they wouldn't fit, but when he slid them on he found that his Daddy knew him better than he'd expected.

At his confused look, Jacob admitted that he'd bought the items in the event that he and Ethan ever got together. “I wanted to be prepared,” he admitted.

“Mmmhmm. Feels good. You bestest, Daddy.”

Despite the confident words from before, his Daddy blushed. Ethan gave him a quick kiss, then trotted over to his stool. He didn't want to miss a second of his Daddy cooking.

Jacob chuckled and went back to it, understanding exactly what Ethan wanted.

The night wore on with Jacob testing out different ingredients and toppings, and Ethan sampling them to confirm what he liked best.

“I probably should have fed you dinner,” Jacob said at one point, “instead of all these snacks.”

Ethan shook his head, putting another cookie in his mouth. “Snacks good, Daddy. Nu-tri-shush.”

The word came out butchered, but Jacob understood him well enough. Further proof that they were a good pair.

“Well, I'm happy if you're happy.”

They ended the night watching cartoons on Jacob's couch. Ethan had thought about going home, but his Daddy had insisted he stay.

“You can lay low here for a few days. I know you're worried about your old boss coming to confront you. When I'm on shift at the club, you'll come with me, and that way I can keep an eye on you.”

Ethan had agreed, not because he was scared, but because the idea of being around Jacob longer, of having him as his Daddy past that one night, gave him peace. Jacob had made it very clear he wanted all of Ethan’s time and attention.

The next morning, Ethan woke to the smell of pancakes. He knew there were pancakes because Jacob was standing at the foot of the bed holding a massive plate of them.