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He squeezed Fillion’s cock, thumb flicking across the head. “Does it feel real?”
“Yes, Daddy. Better than real.”
“That’s because it is.” He took Fillion’s mouth again, tongue-fucking his boy as he drove into Fillion’s body over and over again.
All he had to do was make them both shoot, to prove to both of them how much they needed. He was torn between drawing it out longer and coming now. And then he was coming, spunk pouring out of him.
As soon as he could, he grabbed Fillion’s cock and tugged, taking a couple of pulls until Fillion shot, body rippling around his cock. He kept stroking, making Fillion’s orgasm last, the aftershocks rocking them both.
“D…daddy.” That was a satisfied sound if he’d ever heard one.
“Mmmhmmm.” He stroked his hand along Fillion’s side, enjoying the sensation of the warm, silky skin.
Fillion purred—literally purred for him, cuddling in happily.
He carefully slipped out of Fillion and got rid of the condom before pulling Fillion in close. “I have waited for you, boy, for so long.”
“Have you? I didn’t know.”
“No, you were mourning your loss. You weren’t ready for me yet.”
“I’m sorry. Forgive me?” Those eyes filled with tears.
“For what? Shh. Shh. That wasn’t meant to upset you.” He rubbed Fillion’s back.
“For making you wait. I didn’t know, I swear, Daddy.”
“You needed time, boy. It’s not your fault and nothing you need to apologize for.” Besides, he was the one who hadn’t asked about Fillion’s status. He kissed Fillion softly. “I don’t want you to worry about that. I want you to be happy you have a Daddy now.”
“You’ll keep me? You want me.”
“I will. If that’s what you want too, boy.” He would never take an unwilling boy. Never. This had to be mutual.
“I want to belong. I’m so tired, Daddy.”
“You need your Daddy to bring your troubles to, and to look after you.” He was here for that. He wanted Fillion to be his. “I’ll let you rest.”
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you.” Fillion snuggled in with a sigh.
This felt so right, holding his boy in his arms.
“Merry Christmas, Fillion.”
“Merry Christmas, Daddy.”
It certainly was. The merriest ever.
CHAPTERFIVE
EPILOGUE
Fillion locked the bookstore up, turning the sign to Closed.
New Year’s Eve was dead anyway, so there was no reason to stay open late.
He put the cash drawer in the safe, straightened up the books, and turned off all the lights.
A knock sounded, just as he was ready to leave and his eyes flew to the door, his worry turning to happiness when he saw Rome waiting there.
