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“You have a big bed.” Fillion glanced around with apparent fascination. “So cozy.”
“I like to have a lot of room. I’m glad you like what you see.” He put Fillion’s bag down on his dresser, then drew his new boy over to the bed. Standing next to it, he cupped Fillion’s face, tilted his head, and stared down into the big brown eyes. So pretty, so needy.
“You want this too?” Fillion offered him a tentative smile. “Me, I mean.”
He reached for Fillion’s hand, taking it and placing it over the front of his slacks where his prick was growing, eager for what was to come. “I’ve been watching you at the Daddy meetings. At first, I just wished for a boy of my own, but the last couple of meetings… well, I was wishing for you.”
“Oh…” Fillion’s lips parted. “Daddy. I want you. I want you.”
“I want you too, boy.” He brought their mouths together, kissing Fillion gently—at first. But now that they were here in his bedroom, touching each other, his desire surged to the forefront and he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into Fillion’s mouth.
Fillion melted into him with a wild, little cry, and one hand pushed into his hair.
He’d guessed this passion was there, hidden inside this boy, just waiting to be brought out.
Groaning, he wrapped one arm around Fillion, bringing him in close, enjoying the feeling of the slender body against him.
His boy was wanting—hard as a rock, shivering like a leaf in the wind.
He was going to have to love Fillion long and well, give him kisses and touches and orgasms, and let him know that Daddy saw him and wanted him. Someone had treated this sweet boy wrongly, and he wasn’t going to have it.
He bent Fillion down over his arm, deepening the kiss even more. With his free hand, he grabbed hold of Fillion’s ass and squeezed.
“Yes. Oh, please, Daddy. I’ve been so cold in my heart.”
“Let Daddy warm you up.” He could do that; he wanted to do that. He had a hole in his heart that was Fillion sized.
Fillion nodded and held him, pressing them fully together.
He continued kissing, and slowly worked Fillion’s shirt off, pulling it up over his torso and dragging his fingers along the warm silk as he went. The tiny nipples were already tight, clenched, begging for a touch.
He stroked one, using just his fingertip. Then he touched the other, this time using his fingernail. He loved the way Fillion moved against him.
“D-daddy. They’re sensitive.”
He could tell. Fillion was so sensitive.
“We’re going to have so much fun with them.” It was a promise.
“You think it’s okay?” There was a wealth of worry in the words.
Oh, that was just wrong. Fillion had had a Daddy. He shouldn’t be worried about whether having sensitive nipples was okay or not. “I think it’s wonderful. Sex is meant to be fun and exciting. Loving and good. And sensitive body parts help with that.” He brushed those pretty nips again. “I like a boy that needs.”
“Oh, good. I’m—I like having sex. Making love. Fucking.” Oh, someone was seeing where the limits were. Good.
“We’re not going to be fucking, boy. We’re going to be making love. And there’s no reason for a boy to swear.”
Fillion searched his eyes; then Rome saw the way Fillion relaxed. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t know, but in the future, swearing will earn spankings.” He could feel the little thrill go through Fillion at the imposition of a rule.
“Okay…” Fillion licked his lips and hummed.
Someone missed having rules, boundaries. A Daddy.
He took Fillion’s shirt off as they’d paused kissing. Standing back a half step, he checked Fillion out, making a soft, happy noise. “So pretty.”
“Yeah? Thank you, Daddy.” Fillion’s blush was so sweet.
