Page 68 of Dear Daddy, Please Want Me

He swallowed, then tried to dissect the odd aftertaste.

The thing it reminded him of most was the remnants of thick grape juice at the bottom of a kiddush cup. He couldn’t figure out why it would taste like that at all. Maybe some interaction with the acidic juice and the metal. What an odd connection. Of course, it wasn’t exactly the same, but there was something similar.

He would have to remember to tell Levi that later. He’d certainly get a kick out of it, but right now Saul didn’t want to break the sensual mood he was building.

This was exactly why he’d wanted the blindfold. Levi didn’t need to see him making funny faces at his first taste of semen in the middle of a scene.

He drifted down further, nibbling at the jutting bones of Levi’s hips and then tracing down his legs. Levi’s thighs were lean, but his calves were thick with bitable muscle. All of that biking apparently had an effect.

Levi’s muscles were trembling as he touched them.

He mouthed down to Levi’s feet, amused when Levi tried to yank away from him and was brought up sharply by the strap that anchored him to the bar.

“Ticklish?”

“Yeah. It, um, actually makes me feel queasy.”

Better not to do that, then. Saul kissed his way back up, making a wandering path that crossed over the straps and then back again.

He stopped just before he reached Levi’s erection, smoothing both hands across the skin surrounding it. Levi drew in a sharp breath.

It seemed larger up close. So hard and forceful, but also exposed and vulnerable, especially framed by those constricting black straps.

Slowly he moved one hand up over Levi’s balls and then around the shaft. He hadn’t expected it to be so warm. And the skin was… there was just no word for it.

Impossibly silky and tender. Loose enough to glide over the hardness beneath in a way that just begged to be played with. Saul tightened his grip and gave a few exploratory strokes. It felt magnificent in his hand, long and thick like it was supposed to be.

“Mmmmmm… Daddy. Like that, Daddy.”

He loved how vocal Levi was about what he wanted. Not that he was always going to give it to him, but at least he’d never wonder if he was doing it right.

He raised his other hand to the exposed crown, palming it in a circle the way Levi had demonstrated last night.

“Oh, yeah. Like that, Daddy.” Levi panted.

Saul wanted to taste it. If it was that soft in his hand, he could only imagine how satiny smooth it would feel against his tongue.

He put his lips around the head. Oh, yes. It was even better than he’d expected.

He played with the round knob, investigating the sounds he could make. Circles with his tongue made Levi whimper. Strong sucking made him moan. The hint of teeth made him gasp and shake. And burrowing into the slit made him cry out and struggle.

Saul was definitely going to be doing a lot more of this.

There was one more thing he wanted to try. He rubbed his thumb over the frenulum, accompanied by Levi’s rising moans.

Then, still stroking with his other hand, he pinched it and didn’t let go.

Levi’s whole body went stiff, even his breath stopped. Then he started gulping in lungfuls of air, his hips jerking around.

When Saul finally went back to a soothing caress, Levi was still breathing hard. And his erection was still firm.

“Color?”

“Ugh. Green. Fuck!”

“Did you like that?”

“Shit. Yes.” Levi sucked in another breath. “But don’t expect me to ask for it.” The nose scrunch was back.