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“Fuck, Daddy!”
Stephen bit his lip immediately, surprising himself with his own outburst. He felt his face flush more than he already is.
Klay raised his head from between Stephen’s legs, still holding them open and Steph’s hips flat down the mattress.
Stephen looked down to see Klay flashing a shit eating grin eat. His mouth slick with spit from swallowing Steph’s length down whole.
Steph wanted nothing more but to wipe that grin off his mouth. But maybe using his own mouth with the process. Whatever.
“You like that, baby?”
Look, they never really got to talk about this stuff. Although Steph wasn’t really surprised with himself. He’s been calling Klay “daddy” in his mind from who knows how long already, especially whenever his six foot six boyfriend would showcase his exquisite physique. However, that doesn’t mean Klay has to know about it.
“Nngghh!”
Steph had to grip the rope binding each of his hands to the headboard when Klay started circling the tip of his tongue to the head of his already hard, red cock before sinking down again until Steph can feel Klay’s sharp nose in his groin.
God. Oh God.
Steph had his eyes on the ceiling, his mouth open as little breaths and pants inevitably escape from his throat.
He can’t anymore. Klay had been teasing him from the car ride home, grabbing and groping him from the shotgun seat knowingly well that Steph was worked up from seeing him working out shirtless and grunting like it’s his best performance from a porno in the Warriors gym.
Klay was restless. Twirling his tongue while sucking at the head, his hand massaging the base of Steph’s dick.
Steph’s hips started rising as he feel a familiar warm feeling building up at the bottom of his gut. His eyes fluttering, mouth wide open. He can’t hear himself, probably blubbering incoherent words or sounds. Maybe cussing Klay. He doesn’t know. His brain turning into mush.
He was about to release his load when suddenly Klay slipped him out of his mouth and gripped the base of his dick tightly, his orgasm forcedly abrupt.
“No!!” Klay watched Steph squirm harshly under him. His eyes glassy and red. Fuck.
“D-daddy, please!”
Klay started stroking him again, but his fist is much looser and moving slower. It was absolute torture for Steph.
“Hmm? What you want, baby?”
Klay reached and wiped Steph’s tear streaks with his free hand.
He doesn’t like seeing Steph cry and upset, but he was absolutely beautiful like this.
“I— I want to come please, daddy!” Steph half-screamed as he feel that sensation building up again.
Klay retreated his hand from Steph’s face, and started running it down to his neck, his shoulders, his chest, then his toned stomach and finally settled it on his hips, digging his fingers through it. Steph’s golden brown skin glowing with sweat. He imagined it blooming with red purple bruises tomorrow morning.
Steph was raising his hips again, so Klay let go of his member to hold Steph down with both hands rather strongly.
“Do it then.” Klay said swiftly before swallowing him whole again, this time with no plan of stopping.
“Uhhhh Klay! Klay! Klay!”
Steph keep trying to raise his hips to try and thrust on Klay’s willing throat but Klay’s large hands wouldn’t let him.
Steph was tugging on his ropes hardly, he was sure it will make his wrists raw but his brain is on his dick right now and is getting sucked out of him so he can’t afford to think of it at present.
Suddenly, he felt Klay’s fingers pressing inside of him and that’s it. He’s spilling down his throat.
Steph was catching his breath, his chest heaving when he felt Klay tapping his fingers on his hips. Steph forced to open his eyes and looked down at Klay. He saw Klay slowly dragged his lips, releasing his cock, dragging a string of white with him. Fuck. He’s so hot.
“You’re killing me.”
Klay grinned and started crawling above Steph enclosing his head between his forearms.
“Baby, can I fuck you?”
Steph swallowed while still catching his breath. He nodded slowly.
“Y-yeah.. Yeah.. How do you.. How do you want me?”
Klay captured his mouth and he had to kiss back. He really can’t say no to Klay, can’t he?
He felt his wrists being untied and he let them fall carelessly in the mattress.
Klay started to move away, dragging Steph’s lower lips in the process before letting go.
“On your hands and knees, baby.”
Steph immediately getting into the position Klay wanted.
His knees was still wobbly from having to come only a few minutes ago so he felt relieved when Klay immediate held his hips up, he wasn’t sure he could do it himself alone.
He felt a cold liquid trickling down from his tailbone, which he bruised only a few weeks ago, down to his hole. He absent-mindedly clenched as he felt the cold liquid.
Klay took a moment to appreciate this view. Steph had given up holding his weight with his forearms so his head was laying on it instead, facing on the side so he could still see his soft, tear-stricken green eyes, his mouth releasing small pants of air.
He dragged his eyes down the expanse of Steph’s backside, his small waist, then of course this fucking ass. He couldn’t resist giving it a playful smack. He heard Steph’s breath hitched. Beautiful.
“You think you can take me without prep tonight, babe?”
He heard Steph mumbling something, but all he can focus on is Steph’s incoherent noises.
“What was that?”
“I— I already did.. in the shower.”
Steph’s voice was small. Klay saw a flush creep into the back of Steph’s neck and cheeks. God. What did he ever do to deserve this? He’s not complaining, but it feels so unreal.
Klay couldn’t reply verbally with that so stroked his length a few times before lining it up Steph’s entrance.
Steph can feel every inch of Klay inside of him as Klay bottomed out and Steph shuddered. He’s feeling too much. Steph lets out a moan and started squeezing around Klay.
“You’re so tight, baby” Klay draped his body around Steph’s back before thrusting earnestly inside of him. The sound of their skin slapping against each other mixing with Steph’s loud mewls and groans.
Steph can feel his spent dick twitching and sensitive, having to come just a few moments ago, Oh God. He can’t come again, it’s going to hurt.
Steph felt Klay biting his ear and gripping his curls, forcing him to bare his neck for Klay to nibble small bites and suck at the delicate skin. All while still hammering down on his hole.
“D-daddy!” Steph let out a scream when Klay started hitting his prostate. Little bolts of electricity causing a familiar heat building up in his groin again. He sobs. It will hurt so good. So good.
Klay removed his upper body up from Steph’s back and started pushing Steph’s shoulders down the mattress as hard as he can, hips stuttering and slamming carelessly as Steph opened his knees wider and arched his back more to meet Klay’s thrusts.
Steph heard Klay groaning above him as he let one final thrust and buried himself deep inside Steph, finally cumming inside. Steph’s toes curled as he feel Klay’s warmth spurting inside of him.
He’s getting down from his high and was panting slowly when he felt Klay’s hand grazing his chest, slightly tweaking his nipples before getting a hand around his leaking cock, jerking him fast and tight. Delighting himself with how Steph cried out with oversensitivity below him.
Steph was feeling light-headed when he spurts his load again on their sheets. His knees and hips giving out on the mattress, body feeling limp that he didn’t mind his own cum sticking on his stomach and legs.
Klay slowly pulled himself out of Steph, watched as his cum started trickling out of Steph’s hole. He bit his lip, reminding himself that no he cannot go again. He and Steph is not in their 20s anymore for that. He chuckled inside of his mind.
He looked at Steph and saw that his man must’ve blacked out for a while because he was taking deep breaths with his eyes closed.
“Steph?” Klay said moving to lie down beside him and gathering Steph in his arms.
Steph moved his head on Klay’s chest with his eyes still closed.
“Hmm?”
“You alright? Maybe I should get a towel.”
“M-hmm.. What? I think you fucked me stupid.”
Klay let out a loud laugh at that, gathering Steph closer to him as he kissed the side of his head.
“I love you, stupid.”
Steph hit him playfully in the chest and snuggling closer to his man’s arms.
“I love you. But my ass and my whole body will hurt like hell tomorrow morning so ‘m gonna have to hate you for a while for that.” He mumbled.
Klay closed his eyes as he massaged Steph’s curls at the back of his neck. “I’ll do all your chores tomorrow then.”
“You better.” Steph smiled slightly before letting his consciousness fade out in the dark.
Klay waited for Steph’s breathing to even out before slowly letting go of his man’s arms. Standing up quietly to get a damp towel in the bathroom to clean himself and Steph out.
Yeah, the question still stands. He thought to himself as he squeezes the excess water out of the hand towel.
How the fuck did he get so lucky?