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“It’s incredible. It’s a gift, Craig. Changing yourself for your partner’s pleasure. Did you know it would make it more difficult for you?”
“Difficult?”
“If you don’t come as easily. Or if your partner knots too quickly and it hurts. I’d consider both of those things to be problematic.”
“You would. But you’re a Dominant. So of course you wouldn’t want them,” he says, with something like bitterness in his tone. Which is interesting. Sam moves to Craig’s cock, able to wrap it easily in his palm.
“Daddy,” he gasps and puts his hands on Sam’s slick shoulders, steadying himself. “Daddy, that’s nice.”
He jacks Craig’s cock, curious what the reaction will be. Craig huffs out a harsh breath. His cheeks turn pink, and Craig glances down to watch Sam’s hand on him as if he, too, is curious how his body will respond.
“You’re very good, you know. Letting me touch you and bring you to my place. Put my hands on you and stroke your little balls and delicate cock how I want. Not a hint of protest at being stripped and washed. You are beautifully submissive. Look me in the eyes, baby.”
His boy doesn’t change expressions, but he does suck his bottom lip into his mouth, and Sam can tell it’s an attempt to hide how much the praise pleases him.
“I mean it,” Sam says, grinning at him because he’s adorable.
“Really?” Craig’s eyes are wide, tears welling up at the praise.
And isn’t that something? A rush of lust burns through Sam. He’s never been so drawn to someone in his entire life. It’s as if Craig was made for him.
“Daddy?” Craig asks because Sam has taken too long and gotten distracted by how lovely and arousing this submissive is.
Sam wants to keep him. For good. The rightness of the idea hits him hard, and dominance pulses through him.
Craig makes a sound and breaks eye contact, blinking quickly, responding on a biological level to Sam’s flare of dominance.
“No. Look up again,” he demands.
Craig drags a breath in, and then he’s meeting Sam’s gaze. Eager. Wiling.
“Good boy,” he says, voice gruff.
Sam squeezes the skin at the base of Craig’s cock, just above his balls, pinching. Craig’s eyes close in pleasure and then struggle open again, gaze unfocused as he struggles to obey.
“Don’t make me, Daddy,” Craig whispers.
“Alright, baby. Look down. That’s enough. Too difficult for a submissive boy like you.”
Craig sighs in relief, shoulders slumping as if Sam had been holding him up with the weight of his attention.
Sam’s heavy cock twitches between his legs, fattening up. He’s already wanting his submissive. It’s early. They should have more time between matings—at least another hour or two.
“I want you again,” he says.
“Good.”
Sam kisses him eagerly and keeps a hand between his boy’s legs, willing to delay the inevitable for a few more moments. The difference between their cocks is striking. Sam’s cock is at least three times as large as Craig’s. Craig’s is hairless and dainty, while Sam’s cock is dark with arousal, a few veins running down the shaft.
A Dominant cock.
Craig’s is distractingly cute. Unthreatening. It’s hard and pink at the tip, flushed all over, and he’s tempted to let the man come just so he can see it bob and pulse.
It’s a good thing Craig isn’t expected to mount because it would leave any partner he had very unsatisfied. He presses Craig back under the water to rinse the soap off and gets down on his knees. The cushion is comfortable. Apparently, it wasn’t a silly purchase after all.
“Daddy, no, thank you,” he whispers, which makes Sam stop and look up at him.
“What’s wrong, boy?”
