Little Bedtime Snack (The Lactin Brotherhood)

10. Mason

10

MASON

The dim lighting coming in from Eli's bedroom drapes was enough to guide us as I led him by the hand. The trust Eli had placed in me was palpable, and I was careful not to take advantage of that. But we both needed this physical release as well.

Eli’s fingers squeezed mine as he stopped in front of the bed. “Please, Daddy.”

I reached for the hem of his shirt and lifted it up. With each inch of skin that was revealed, my cock grew in equal measure. Eli mirrored my actions, fumbling slightly with my shirt until it hit the floor with a soft thud.

Our eyes locked for a moment, and then his gaze traveled down to my chest, unabashed and hungry.

We continued to undress each other until every garment was discarded, leaving us completely vulnerable to one another. When we were both naked, a hum of energy bounced between our exposed bodies, pulling us together like a magnet to steel.

“I need you, Daddy.”

“I’m here, sweetheart.” I kissed him softly and then pulled back the covers so we could slide in. The cool sheets were a stark contrast to the heat radiating from our skin.

Eli wasted no time before he latched onto my chest. Within seconds of lying back, a quiet moan of contentment vibrated through him as he suckled.

My heart swelled at the sight of him finding so much peace and pleasure from my milk. The act of feeding him in this intimate way ignited a fierce protectiveness in me that was matched only by my arousal to him. Fuck, he was beautiful.

This nurturing aspect of our dynamic was a delicate balance with our carnal needs. Yet, feeling his lips working gently against me, rhythmically pulling and releasing, only intensified my desire to breed him.

The sensation of his mouth on me and the heat of his body flush against mine was too much. I couldn’t ignore the primal response stirring within me. It was too intimate, too arousing.

We were rutting against one another before I fully registered what was happening. Our movements were desperate and uncoordinated as we both sought friction from any place we could find it.

"Slow down, baby." I gasped out loud, doing my best to calm my body that was buzzing from every nerve. This wasn't how I expected our first time to be, but I was right there with him.

But Eli deserved better than a frenzied mesh of dicks on limbs, and I needed to give him that.

With a deep breath, I pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, grounding us both in the moment. “Are you sure you want more, Eli? We can wait.”

“I don’t want to wait.” He cleared his throat and made sure to give me his full attention. “I want you inside me.”

Fuck. I reached down to my pants and pulled out a condom at the same time that Eli pulled a tube of lube from his nightstand. The foil packet crinkled loudly in the quiet room as I tore it open and sheathed myself with only slightly shaky hands.

For the next few minutes, we did slow things down.

I kissed him all over—learning his skin, his tongue, his lips—as I worked slick fingers into his tight hole, opening him up until he was malleable and loose enough to take my cock. When I was sure he was ready, I slicked up my dick and moved into position above him. "I’ll go slow, baby, but tell me if you need me to stop."

“I will. I promise.” Eli’s confirmation that he was still on board was all I needed to move forward, to bridge the gap between caretaking and claiming my boy.

I guided myself to his opening, pausing as I pressed my skin to his most intimate spot with just a tiny bit of pressure. Once we crossed this line, I was sure my feelings for Eli would be even stronger, an unbreakable bond that might be too soon to undertake. But there was no fear on my part or his. No hesitation as he looked right at me and tilted his hips to encourage me deeper.

Gently, I pushed forward. The resistance of his body gave way to a snug warmth that enveloped me. The feeling of being inside him—connected in the most intimate of ways—almost made me come from that first thrust.

After I was fully inside him, I stayed completely still, allowing us both a moment to adjust and acclimate to all the sensations flowing through us. Then, when Eli began to fidget, I began to move.

Each thrust was measured and deliberate as we slowly learned each other’s bodies. I watched his reactions and the way he opened up to me, accepting me and urging me on with subtle shifts of his hips.

We quickly found a smooth rhythm that echoed our dynamic. The push and pull of dominance and submission, so similar to the balance of care and affection we’d already explored.

I leaned down and pressed kisses along his shoulder and neck, whispering words of encouragement and adoration to my sweet boy. "You’re doing so good, baby." I stroked his dick to the same rhythm that I moved in and out of him. “You make Daddy feel so good.”

Eli's responses grew more fevered, his breaths coming in quick gasps as he approached his climax. “Yes, Daddy. Yes!”

I adjusted my angle, pumping into the spot within him that made him fall right over the edge of his self-control. When Eli finally came between our bodies, it was with a shuddering release that pulsed around my shaft, bringing me right along with him.

We laid there together in each other’s arms, sweaty and coated in his come as we caught our breath.

Eli looked up at me with a serious expression. “Daddy, was that okay?”

Poor sweet boy was nervous that he wasn’t enough. ”That was better than okay.” I ruffled his hair. “How about we get cleaned up and grab some dinner?” Lunch had been great, but he had to be hungrier for more than the milk I supplied.

He froze at my words.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, sweet boy.”

His lower lip popped out. “Does this mean you’re going to leave?”

I hugged him closer. “I was hoping you wanted me to stay.”

“I do, Daddy.” He pushed himself up. “All night, if you can.”

“Then all night it should be. But before we settle down for the night, a shower and food are in order.”

His eyes lit up. “Can we have chickie nuggies?”

“We can have anything you want.” I had a feeling I’d never be able to say no to him, especially not when he looked at me with his eyes open wide like that, like I was his world.