Page 46 of His for Hanukkah

Adam moaned and rocked, no doubt stimulating himself further. “Yes. So good. Best Hanukkah gift ever.”

Tate had to laugh at his silly, sweet boy. “Kneel up here, honey. Let me feel it.” Tate maneuvered him until he was facing him, knees on either side.

He tapped the plug, watching how his sensitive boy shivered with each tiny motion. Then, he grasped the jeweled base, tugging it out and pushing it back in again as the moans ripped through Adam’s body.

Adam rode the plug, his hands planted on Tate’s shoulders and his body a mask of rapture. He was gorgeous, the shimmery shirt sweaty and falling in soft folds with each arch of his back and press of his chest.

With one final pull, Tate took the plug all the way out, then replaced it with three of his fingers. Adam buried his face in Tate’s shoulder, rocking back on his fingers.

“That’s right, baby. You’re so good taking all this for me.”

Tate explored gently with his fingers, easing Adam back from the edge.

When his breathing went from frantic and overwhelmed to merely breathy and rapid, he removed one finger and just let the remaining two rest inside him.

“And how does it feel being caged, sweet boy? Locked up for my pleasure?” He ran one gentle finger down the cage, where Adam’s engorged flesh was straining against the metal.

“Oh, God. So hot. It’s horrible and wonderful, and I want to come sooooooo baaaaaad.” He wailed theatrically, shoving himself back on Tate’s fingers. “But that just makes it hotter.”

“I thought so too, baby. I love seeing your cock trapped for me, so full and trying to get hard. I love that you’re so turned on, but you can’t come until I let you.”

Tate withdrew his two fingers, and reentered Adam’s loose hole with one finger that barely passed his rim. He wondered if Adam had started to figure out what was going to happen next.

Adam’s next works were flirtatious. “It’s going to be so good when you let me come.” He had figured it out. Smart cookie.

“Oh, it definitely will be,” Tate smirked.

“You could make me come any way you wanted. I’m all yours. And I’m so ready for you.” Adam cocked his head and moved his chest sinuously. He wiggled back, but Tate made sure that he couldn’t get any more stimulation from his finger.

“But you’re mine anyway, aren’t you?”

Adam raised his shoulders and lowered them, pouting. “Yes. But it’s not fair.”

“Really?”

“Tate, I’m not going to be able to think about anything else until I come! And my balls are so full I’m going to like, explode. It hurts!”

“Does it hurt like something’s wrong? Do you think you’re injured?”

Adam huffed. “No.”

“Sullen boys don’t get special treats.”

“Like what?”

“Well, I have everything set up to make homemade pizza tonight.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he pouted.

“Just think how full your balls are going to be if I turn you over my knee.”

He bent his head down, mimicking remorse. “Sorry, Sir.” But his eyes sparkled. How he’d held out for so long on calling Tate Daddy was a mystery, since he clearly wanted to.

Then he stilled. His voice was soft and hesitant. “Tate, can you actually tell me when you’re going to take it off? Like, I’m OK with it, but I need to know.”

“Yes, darling. You did such a good job letting me know what you need. I planned for us to go to Escape tomorrow night. I want to show you off, and I have a few surprises for you. We’ll take it off then unless you tell me that you need it off sooner.”

Adam gave him a hug, pressing their bodies together. “Thank you. You take such good care of me.”