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I slip to the ensuite to fetch a warm, damp cloth, which I use to clean his cock, balls, upper thighs and stomach. I toss it in the laundry hamper, grab a blanket, lie beside him and cover us with it. I hold him in my arms.

“You were amazing,” I tell him. “So beautiful.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” He cuddles up to me and closes his eyes.

His heart thrums against my chest, his breath warms the crook of my neck. My heart flutters. Holding him feels right in a way I’ve never experienced before. I’ve played with other boys and given aftercare to all of them, but it’s never left me feeling so sated before, or so happy. Zach is getting under my skin in a surprising way. I smile, happy for him to take up residence in my heart.

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It takes me a while to come fully back to myself, but that’s okay. Nate holds me for as long as it takes, stroking me and making me feel safe and wanted.

Eventually, I shift so my chin is on his chest, and I’m staring at him. “That was amazing, Daddy. Thank you for making it such a wonderful experience.”

He smiles and tucks my hair behind my ear. “You’re welcome, sweet boy. Does that mean you want to explore kink further?”

“With you? Yes.” I stroke my fingers over his chest. “You’ve… Uh… Made me come twice, and you haven’t come at all.”

He chuckles. “That doesn’t matter. I’m glad you had fun and were able to let go.”

“I really needed to.”

“I know.”

“And now I want to do something for you. I want to make you come.”

Nate stares at me steadily.

My face heats up. “But it’s been a while since I’ve done anything with a guy, so don’t judge, okay?”

“I would never.”

I grimace. “You might. At least be kind.”

He cups my cheek. “Sweetheart, there’s no need to be nervous. There’s also no need for you to do anything right now.”

“I want to,” I assert again. “Unless you don’t want me to?”

His smile deepens. “I never said that. I don’t want you to feel like you have to reciprocate.”

“I know I don’t have to.” But I do really want to. I push the blanket aside and tug at his shorts. “You’re wearing too much, Daddy. May I?”

He lifts his hips so I can remove his shorts and underwear, and then sits so I can take his T-shirt off. I stare at him, licking my lips. He’s even more stunning than I imagined. His tanned body is heavily sculpted, reminding me of the ancient statues of perfect men in museums, although he’s a lot better endowed than they ever were. He’s also circumcised, which takes me aback.

I shuffle down the bed so I can easily lie and suck his cock. I hesitate. I’ve always enjoyed giving head, but it’s been months since I have. What if I’ve forgotten how to do it, or suddenly developed a really bad gag reflex?

He strokes my hair and gazes at me lovingly. He won’t judge me. I’m not trying to win any awards for my technique. I only need to make him come. I want to give him an orgasm to thank him for helping me let go so completely. For introducing me to a world I’d only been vaguely aware existed. And for everything else—the morning runs, the hugs, listening to me, and being patient with me, even when I was being cagey. I need to thank him for everything he’s done since the moment we met.

I stroke his cock a few times to get him hard and then curl my hand around the root, steadying it so I can take it into my mouth. I focus on the head first, licking his slit as I suck.

He sucks in a breath. “Oh, sweetheart, that feels so nice.”

I take him deeper, swirling my tongue down his shaft.

He tips his head back and arches his spine. “So good, baby.”

I work my mouth up and down, falling into a rhythm, as he strokes my hair and we gaze into each other’s eyes.