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“Yeah. Apparently, my dominance levels are all over the fucking place, and you’re the only thing I can think about. Do you understand what that means? It means that if we spend our next cycle together it will be hard to separate after that, Craig. Some couples can’t.”
Craig turns his face, kissing the side of Sam’s hand ardently. “So, you’re mine? One more cycle, and it’d be forever?”
Sam laughs and kisses him hard. “That’s one way to look at it.”
“Yes, please. So, do I call you Daddy now?”
Sam’s grin is wide and intent. It makes Craig feel giddy and hot inside.
“That’s right, sweetheart. My good boy,” he says and lifts him off the ground, hauling him against his large body. Craig kisses Sam eagerly.
“Need your knot, Daddy,” he pleads, struggling weakly in his Daddy’s tight hold.
Sam holds him still, against his hard cock that Craig can feel throbbing against him. “Not yet. I need you to suck Daddy a bit first.”
“Oh. I… yes, please,” he whispers, heart thudding in excitement. It isn’t what he expected, but it becomes clear pretty quickly that was the point. An easy way to assert dominance over Craig, reinforce their dynamic.
Sam sits down on the couch, one hand on his cock through his pants, and points at the floor. Craig goes obediently, already weak from one simple gesture. Sam undoes his pants and lifts his cock out, his erection straining, so aroused that it looks painful. As if he’s been wanting Craig for a while already. Days. He strokes himself, focusing on the base, where the skin is darker, more swollen.
“Is that… is that where the barbs are?” he asks, voice trembling.
“We’re not there yet, sweetheart. But yeah.” Sam frowns and stops stroking. “Are you sure you want to deal with that? I want you to know you can always change your mind, that I will understand if—”
“No,” Craig says forcefully.
His mouth waters with the need to taste.
“Alright. Go on, kitten. Soothe yourself and make Daddy feel good. Look how hard you made me,” he says, and Craig obeys, rubbing his face all over the shaft, licking the bead of fluid at the tip, and trying to suck harder as the hormone-rich come burns his mouth.
“It’s hot, Daddy.”
“That’s the bond, baby. That’s one of the signs that we’re compatible.”
“I like it. I love it,” Craig confesses and goes back to sucking, wanting more of that hot flavor in his mouth, imagining how good it will feel sliding down his throat, heating his stomach. Like whiskey after being out in the cold. A spurt of come spills onto his tongue, and Craig swallows and moans loudly in relief, but his Daddy pulls him off the tip.
“No, none of that right now. You suck on Daddy here,” he orders, tapping the bulge where his knot is. There’s only a hint of it, but the sucking will feel good for his Daddy, encourage the knot to form. His Daddy is going to knot him outside of his cycle, and it’s thrilling to think he’s going to get that even though his body won’t take it quite as easily.
“Will it be a lot, Daddy? Taking your knot?”
“I don’t know. We’ll see. Daddy will be gentle. Only what my sweet boy can take.”.
“Oh,” he whimpers, pleased his Daddy cares so much. How did he get so lucky? Craig licks his lips and tries to go back to the head, but Sam cups his jaw in his hand and waits until Craig looks up at him.
“You couldn’t fit it all in that pretty mouth of yours anyway, sweetheart. Are you slicked up inside?” It’s so commanding, so sure, and that just makes Craig hurt inside with the need to have Sam’s cock.
“Yes, Daddy,” he says, embarrassed at how long he’d spent playing with his hole in the shower, imagining it was his Daddy’s fingers. The image of his Daddy, knot big and plump before he even gets into Craig, is frightening and thrilling.
And the barbs!
His fingers creep back, slip toward his hole, and Sam stops him, dragging the hand back up and settling it on his thigh. “No, you’re to be empty and needing for a little while. Fuck, we have to talk first. It’s hard to concentrate when you’re so fucking pretty. Hands stay where I can see them.”
He presses his face into Sam’s leg, eyes burning with tears he tries to keep back. Sam makes a shushing sound that’s sympathetic, but it doesn’t stop him from taking Craig’s other hand and placing it on his leg, too.
Keeping track of Craig’s hands so he can’t disobey. It feels like love. That slight confinement, as if his Daddy will be hungry for every gesture and movement, will make sure he’s always accounted for.
He looks up at his Daddy, blinking rapidly so he can see him clearly.
“What are you thinking?” his Daddy asks.
