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Craig’s cheeks are pink, getting pinker, and his nipples are hard points, his chest rising and falling as his breathing picks up.
“Not that… please?” he asks, but he’s waiting for Sam to decide.
Sam reaches up and squeezes his boy’s nipples, and Craig’s nostrils flare. His little cock jerks in reaction. Craig’s hand strays down as if to stop the bobbing and then falls back to his side.
“Not that, either. Why—” Craig stops and swallows, having run out of confidence or the willingness to speak up for himself.
“What do you want?” Sam asks, but he’s pretty sure he knows. He gets more soap on his hands and slips his fingers behind Craig’s balls and toward his hole. He pauses to rub at Craig’s perineum, that sweet patch of skin between his balls and his hole, and Craig’s cock drools in response.
He glances up to see if his boy minds, but his eyes are closed, and Sam wonders if Craig even knows that he’s dripping just from a touch.
“You like that,” Sam says.
“I… yes, but I want you in me more.” His legs shuffle another few inches apart. “When you touch me there, I feel it inside. It makes me need you,” Craig whispers.
“Yeah? Are you clenching up now? Does it make you feel empty?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Poor thing,” he says and lets his fingers explore even farther back, the skin hotter and silkier, more swollen the closer he gets to Craig’s hole. He’s an inferno and very sensitive. Sam trails his fingers gently over Craig’s furled opening, again and again, goose bumps rising on Craig’s skin. His legs tremble.
“Poor boy, you’re really sensitive here, aren’t you?”
“I might fall,” he gasps. Craig starts to turn and then stops, deciding he needs permission.
“Go ahead and face the wall,” Sam says, and Craig obeys quickly, nodding in relief. He presses his face and chest to the tile, taking in deep breaths, eyes closed and legs trembling in expectation of getting touched. He’s never seen anyone so responsive to ass play.
Not just responsive but needy. “I think I let you soak in that come too long,” he says, watching as water runs down Craig’s muscular back, down the firm globes of his ass, and between, down the shadow of his crack, and Craig whimpers as if the water itself is a tease against his hole.
“No, you didn’t. Whatever you want,” he whispers.
“Good boy,” Sam murmurs and starts on Craig’s legs where there’s dried come, rubbing gently at it to wash it away, but Craig whimpers and grabs his cheeks, pulling them open, unable to take it slow. Wanting Sam to fuck him.
His hole is open still, not quite tight yet, but a hell of a lot less open than Sam expected it to be. It’s going to feel amazing on his cock. Which was the purpose of what Craig wanted, according to his file.
“Look how tight that pretty little hole is,” he says, and the pink bud twitches.
“Do you… do you want me, Daddy?”
It’s such a stupid question. It sounds like an invitation to say something filthy and complimentary, but the insecurity radiating off of Craig is intense, and the bitterness is back in his scent.
What was done to this beautiful man to make him think anyone wouldn’t want him?
“I want you so fucking much, boy,” he says and rubs at Craig’s thighs, then into the meat of his buttocks. His thumbs make the cheeks part again, Craig’s hole flashing at him. What can he do to prove to Craig just how desirable he is?
His teasing is driving Craig mad. So close to where he wants to be touched, but not quite there. Craig is panting, desperate in his desire to submit. His hole is swollen and pink with use, arousal, and need.
So much need.
“Then… touch me. Be in me, Daddy,” he begs. “Prove it.”
He will. But not yet. Not when his boy is falling apart with lust in front of him. How can he help but drag it out a little longer when his submissive is just so beautiful? “Does the water feel good, sweetheart?” he asks, captivated by the way it spills down and runs over the sensitive opening of his submissive’s hole.
Craig says nothing, but his breathing is harsh, and he bends forward in invitation. Sam’s never seen a submissive so eager, and it’s riling up his own Dominant instincts, the urge to come decreasing, the urge to play and exploit the needy submissive in front of him growing. Craig’s desperation makes him feel powerful.
Dominant and in control. Calm.
And goddamn, does that feel good. “You’re gonna get a cock in there soon enough,” he says and strokes himself with one hand, gripping his shaft lightly. “It’s okay to want it, sweetheart. It’s okay to fall apart if you don’t get it fast enough. That’s what having a Daddy is for, isn’t it? That’s how you get taken care of. How do you think it makes me feel to know you need me so much?”
