Page 86 of Dear Daddy, Please Want Me

When he got down to his briefs, he debated taking off the harness and packer, or maybe slipping out the flexible rod inside.

It was going to be uncomfortable to sleep in. It was probably stupid but… he wanted Levi to know that he was just as hard and horny from their scene as Levi still clearly was. He wanted to hold Levi and feel his own cock rubbing up against Levi’s firm body. If his anatomy fully reflected how he felt, this is what it would look like.

He walked around to the other side of the bed and drew back the covers.

“Daddy.” Levi rolled over onto him, lazily kissing the nearest bit of flesh, which happened to be his collar bone. “Want to make you feel good, too.” His voice was slurred and syrupy, just like that first phone call.

“You did, baby. You do.”

“Please Abbale? I just… kisses? Or…” he drew Saul’s fingers to his lips and started to suck. Fuck, that was erotic. Saul could just imagine him on his cock.

That’s what it felt like. Like a blowjob. A leisurely, decadent blowjob, all soft lips and eager tongue.

Levi pulled Saul’s fingers out to speak. “Daddy, I’m greedy for you. Please let me.”

Saul wondered if getting his Daddy off was part of the kink for Levi, a form of service and devotion. This was the third time he’d requested it, and he didn’t describe it as reciprocating. He described it as being greedy.

All three times he’d been floating on endorphins, and all three times he’d begged.

He didn’t specify what he was begging for this time. Maybe because he was being thoughtful about Saul’s body. Maybe because he wanted it to be Daddy’s choice.

Another treat that he could give to his greedy boy.

How could he say no to such an innocent, generous offer? The question really, was how. He loved the idea of Levi falling asleep while suckling on his fingers. Both of them dreaming, maybe, that it was his cock.

But he also knew how much Levi would enjoy seeing him come. His greedy, selfless boy.

He withdrew his fingers from Levi’s warm, inviting mouth and took his hand.

Wordlessly, he drew Levi’s hand down his body. Over the wrinkles in his t-shirt, down the narrow strip of skin that exposed his treasure trail.

And finally, after another moment to make sure he was ready, under the waistband of his briefs.

He kept his hand tight over Levi’s, letting him know that he would be directing all of the action.

When, together, they reached the tip of his cock, he heard Levi’s breath catch.

“Daddy,” he whispered, awe in his voice.

He knew what Levi would feel. The smooth head warmed from his body, a hard length with detailed veins and soft skin sliding over it. Now that he had Levi’s cock to compare it with, he was even more impressed with the craftsmanship, because, yeah, it was pretty realistic.

He wondered if someone touching it, maybe who didn’t know, would even realize that it was manufactured instead of grown. He’d used dildos before, but they were always, purposefully, completely unrealistic. In his mind, he’d always veered away from something that he wanted a bit too much but still might not be enough.

This one he’d bought because he wanted it to feel like an extension of his own body. Something that someone could just look at and see him as a man, despite the straps that slung over the wrinkled balls and around his waist. He thought it looked pretty good in the mirror, and, yeah, he’d tried jerking off with his hand around his own cock, equally amazed and conflicted when he’d worked out how to make himself come.

It felt good enough for him, but that didn’t mean it would be for anyone else.

Levi licked at his ear in panting little breaths. “Daddy? Pleeeeeease, Daddy…”

Fuck it. He didn’t know how long he’d been hesitating, but all of his hypotheticals about “someone” seeing or touching him were moot. His boy was already whimpering in desire and thrusting against his leg at just the opportunity to hold his dick in his hand. He didn’t sound tired any more, just horny and desperate.

It was a heady sensation, knowing that he could do this to his boy, exactly as he was.

Still clenching Levi’s hand under his own, they explored his cock together. It felt like part of him. Like his boy was stroking him, feeling how hard he was for him. Making him feel good, just like he’d begged to do.

He guided Levi’s hand faster, pulling the loose skin up and down. It already felt amazing, and if he could just get the angle and the pressure right… there. He heard himself moaning. There were ridges on the inside that rubbed against his base dick, and every time their linked hands slammed down it was like Levi was right there touching him.

“Oh, yes, Daddy,” Levi whispered. “Can I taste you? Please, Abbale.”