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“You’re afraid of it,” Craig guesses.
“Yeah. Actually, maybe I am afraid. I was happy it never happened to me because it sounds too much like a loss of control. The orgasm would leave me helpless, depleted in a way I’ve never wanted or needed. It doesn’t sound pleasurable but… incapacitating.”
He kisses his Daddy then, until his Daddy is so aroused, he takes Craig’s hand and puts it back on his hard cock, urging him to stroke.
“I’ll take care of you, Daddy,” he says and kisses his way back down. And it’s true. It’s actually perfect to think that he might be able to take care of his Daddy and help him with something he isn’t sure he’ll enjoy.
“I’ll keep you safe,” Craig promises and drags his tongue down the wide shaft until he’s where his Daddy needs him, right where he’s the hottest and most tender, where the knot will bulge, where the barbs must be.
Ifhe engorges enough.
His Daddy spreads his legs and groans in relief as Craig laves the area with his tongue. Craig takes the satiny hot skin back into his mouth, sucking and licking at it.
“Softer, kitten,” he rasps, wincing, and Craig gentles his touch, licking carefully all over. Sam grunts and lies back, eyes closed in relief as Craig tends to his half-formed knot.
His Daddy’s legs squeeze around Craig’s head protectively, and Craig settles in, dragging in huge lungfuls of the heavy scent of his Daddy’s arousal, watching him enjoy the attention Craig gives him with his mouth, a satisfaction he’s never felt before—didn’t know he could feel—coiling through him.
This is what it’s like to be quietly purposeful and devoted instead of the frantic overload of sensations he was experiencing during his cycle.
They’re both good in different ways, but having this time to really reflect and observe the effect he’s having on his Daddy is emotional.
“I want to be barbed, Daddy,” Craig says, rolling his gaze up to meet his Daddy’s eyes.
Sam’s smile is soft and understanding. His fingers slide through Craig’s hair, petting him.
“I’m glad. You deserve to be wanted that much, sweetheart. You make me want to give it to you.” Sam eases him up for a long kiss, and then Craig slips back down his body and worships his Daddy’s cock some more.
It’s profound and spiritual. He loses himself to the task, the need to be bred dimming. His lips are numb when his Daddy decides he’s had enough.
Sam has been jacking the base of his huge cock for a while now, come sliding down the shaft, and Craig has been able to swallow every rivulet of fluid, feel it tingle all the way down into his stomach. His Daddy let him make a show of it, dragging his tongue up the shaft to catch it as it slid down, evidently enjoying the way Craig swallowed and moaned at the taste, then returned to his knot again and again like a good boy should.
It has ramped up Craig’s own need and left him throbbing, his legs spread wide on the ground. But now he’s sitting on one heel, the pressure the only thing making it bearable to not have his Daddy’s cock in him.
Craig whimpers in need as his hole throbs, a cramp moving through his lower stomach. His hand slips off the couch and presses against his abdomen.
Sam notices. His Daddy urges him back, glances at Craig’s glossy lips, and then down at his own fisted cock and full balls, fat with the need to release. His knot is dark and discernible. He needs to be encased in Craig’s channel for the barbs to extend. What Craig feels besides excitement is gratitude that he’s the one who gets to have this with Sam.
“Come on, boy. It’s time.”
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“Ihad a long trip, and I missed you. Daddy needs to be inside you. That’s how you’ll welcome me home from now on, isn’t it?”
Craig opens his mouth to say “yes, please” or maybe “thank you,” but it’s all so perfectly overwhelming that nothing comes out.
He wants to be owned and controlled by his Daddy. Every day for the rest of his life.
“Daddy,” he says quietly. Because that’s the word he can manage.
“Good boy,” Sam growls. “That’s right. You say it when it’s difficult. That’s when you give it to me and trust that I’ll take care of you. You need to get fucked. I’ll solve the problem, won’t I?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Which is what he’s always wanted. A Daddy to fix everything. To decide.
“Did you expect a nice Daddy, Craig?”
He doesn’t know what to say. He’d never expected to get one at all. He’d hoped, he’d fantasized. But he’d not gotten specific. Being used was all he wanted. Desired and filled up.
It’s a lie. Isn’t it ridiculous to lie to himself?
