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“No. Please, no. Use me like you want. Please,” he says and pushes back up again. He didn’t mean to stop his Daddy.
Sam moans, but it turns into a growl, and Craig is lifted, manhandled by Sam’s hard touch, and he finds himself sitting on his Daddy’s face, rough tongue in his hole, the scratch of his Daddy’s stubble scraping all along his sore and swollen taint, and he’s gasping and shuddering at the difficulty of enduring something so awful and pleasurable at once.
Craig shoves himself forward, pressing his own face into his Daddy’s hard, heavy sex, breathing him in, worshipping what he can, and then he’s sobbing, emotional, and grieving the fact that he’s losing his Daddy, that this is over.
He doesn’t come.
He throbs in his hole, and his Daddy rubs his chin all over Craig’s taint until he’s burning in that perfect place. When his Daddy tries to touch his small, hard cock, Craig stops him. He doesn’t want that.
Who is this about? Who is this for? What if he wants the part that was apparently so awful they’ll offer him a way to forget most of it? What if he’s still wrong?
He’s carried to the shower. He’s washed, and he can’t stop crying, clinging to his Daddy’s shoulders.
“Daddy,” he whispers. So quietly, he doesn’t know if Sam will even hear him. The worst part is that it’s harder to say. The word is deliberately said. As if some part of his body, the inauthentic part of himself that he uses as a mask to get through the days, is hardening back up again, closing him off. It’s awful. What if being in his cycle is the real him?
If he asked Sam to break him out of this rapidly hardening shell, would he? Could he? Would he have any idea what Craig meant?
Sam tilts his chin up with a gentle touch. He stares into Craig’s eyes. His pupils are blown, and the dominance is still there, pinging against Craig, trying to reach him.
“You must be very sore inside. You were used hard,” he says.
“Yes… Daddy.”
“Are you eager to leave me now?”
Craig’s lower lip trembles, and he tries not to cry. “No.”
“You know you can always say no to me.”
“I don’t want to.”
“You’re the best boy I’ve ever had, Craig. You spoiled me. It’s made me greedy for more.” He stares at Craig’s mouth, drops a hand down, and squeezes his own cock. As if Craig might not have understood what Sam was saying.
“You should have more if that’s what you need. That’s… that’s why I’m here,” Craig says.
“Yeah? Because I don’t think I’m quite finished, Craig. Can Daddy have you one more time?”
“Yes, please. That’s exactly what I want, Daddy.”
Finally, finally, he’s turned to the wall, kisses peppered all over his shoulders and neck. Sam uses a lube shooter to get him wet inside. And that’s heartbreaking, a sign that their cycle is truly over because his Daddy has to use an artificial lubricant to get inside him.
He fits the head of his cock into Craig’s hole and slowly works his way inside. It’s soft and maddeningly slow. Careful. Craig is sore, so fucking sore, and he’s noisy and twitchy as his Daddy eases inside of him.
“It’s a lot. You’re a furnace, baby,” Sam rumbles and touches Craig’s chest, spending so much time on his nipples and taint, a steady stream of weakening pleasure to counter the discomfort of his Daddy using him again.
Peace overcomes him as he’s filled, almost like the relief of a hot shower turning on, cascading down his body, submission still inside him and his Daddy able to bring it out.
“There you go. Good boy. Give in.”
He tries. Inhale, exhale, lean into the throbbing sensations and the touches that sting. He tries to pull them into himself. The warm golden wave of submission is so gentle and small compared to two days ago that his Daddy probably couldn’t even feel it. “Did I do it? I tried, Daddy.”
“Shh. I do feel it. Now it will be easier, baby. Daddy is proud of you. Do you like going back to that place?” his Daddy asks, voice so quiet as if it’s a terrible secret between them.
He nods, ashamed to admit it. Craig wants to say: I like it rough. I like the struggle. I couldn’t have gotten the submission if it hadn’t been difficult. But he can’t say any of those things because talking is complicated.
“Knot?” Craig asks.
“No, you don’t have to worry about that. This is all, Craig.”
