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"Well, hey there, little fish."
"Hi." He shuffles his feet nervously. "So, you said you still love me after what happened, but I wasn't sure if - well, I wanted to know…" He tucks his chin down, squeezing his eyes shut like he can hide from me. His chest shakes with a stuttered breath before he blurts, "Do you still want me?"
I'd probably laugh at the absurdity of the question if him needing to ask it wasn't so heartbreaking. I push off the bed, hating the scared way he looks at me as I approach him. It's like approaching an injured wild animal - desperate, but terrified.
"I want you, Casey," I say, wanting to make that damn clear. "I want you so much it physically hurts. There's a pull in my chest that tugs and tugs, fucking begging me to always be closer to you. To hold you. Touch you." I pause when I reach him, pressing one hand to his bare hip, the other to the side of his neck. He shivers as I stroke my thumb along the edge of his throat. "To fuck you so good you'll forget anyone else ever dared to touch you."
He whimpers, his body swaying forward. His hot, damp cockhead presses against my stomach. I tighten my hold on his hip, keeping him in place. "Then why haven't you?"
"There's no rush," I assure him. "You've been through a lot."
"It's what I've been through that makes me want it. I've had so much bad." He looks up at me through his lashes, cheeks flushed. It nearly kills me. "Give me some good, daddy. Please?"
"Of course, baby boy. Whatever you want." I raise a hand to his cheek, touching the blushing skin there. "We're both clean. Do you still want to use a condom? It's okay if you do."
His blush grows beneath my fingertips. "No condom. I want to feel you. And I'm clean. Like… I - um - I cleaned myself, just now. My… hole. For you."
Any possible restraint in me snaps. I grab his hips and fucking haul him the few feet to the bed, turning him last minute so he falls to the mattress on his hands and knees. My hands immediately grab each ass cheek, pulling them apart to expose him. Sure enough, he's fucking damp.
Jesus Christ.
"What'd you do? Tell daddy."
He squirms in embarrassment, the prettiest little whine coming out of him. "Daddy…"
"Tell me," I order, bringing my face down until my breath is passing over him. "Or you don't get my tongue in your tight little hole."
"I – I cleaned my hole for you, daddy. It was just water and a little bit of soap." He looks over his shoulder at me, his expression twisting like I might be disappointed. "It's all I had…"
"More than enough," I promise him. "But let me taste it to make sure."
He has just enough time to suck in a sharp breath of anticipation before I'm bringing my tongue to his hole. Then he's dissolving into the mattress, his hips the only thing still hitched up high. It looks fucking obscene. And fucking beautiful.
"Daddy," he gasps. "Daddy, oh!"
"So fucking good," I murmur against his damp hole before pulling his cheeks further apart so I can press my tongue deep inside him. He tastes almost too clean, the soap cloying on my tongue. It fades quickly though, replaced with a heavier taste that's somehow unmistakably Casey. He makes the most beautiful noises as I lick and suck and thrust and nip at his hole, using my mouth to soak and stretch him until he's releasing wrecked sobs, writhing on the bed.
When I finally slide a finger into him, he takes it easily, his hole greedily sucking it in. He pants, "Yes, yes, yes," as he fucks back against my hand in desperation. By the time I’ve added a second one, licking teasingly around his stretched rim, he’s begging breathlessly for my cock. “Please, daddy. Please. Need you. Need you to fill me.”
"Okay," I say soothingly, gently removing my fingers while kissing my way up his spine. "Daddy will give it to you, little one. Turn over. I want to see all of you while you take me."
He makes a soft, needy sound as he follows the instructions, turning onto his back while I grab the lube and slick up my cock. His legs fall to the sides when I reach between them to add some lube to his hole, but I notice as I press three fingers inside that he's starting to tremble. I keep an eye on it, not sure yet if it's a good tremble or a bad one.
When I line up my cock and he tenses, I realize it's the bad kind. I move until I'm draped over him, pressing our bodies so tightly together that I can feel his racing heart against my own.
"I'm scared," he admits, looking up at me with wide blue eyes. The interesting thing? The eyes aren't full of fear. They're full of trust.
"Do you want to stop?"
"No. No, just… scared."
"How about this then?" I reach down, grabbing his hand and pulling until it's up beside his shoulder. Our fingers fill in each other's gaps easily, palms pressing like promises. I give him a little squeeze. "I'll hold your hand the whole way through, okay? So you'll never forget that I'm here. That daddy has you."
A tear slips down his cheek, but his smile is fucking beautiful. "Okay, daddy. Promise you won't let go?"
I grin. "Promise, little fish."
