Chapter 15 Damon
DAMON
“Morning, Daddy. Happy Christmas.” Rowan’s happy, smiling face gradually comes into focus as I blink myself awake.
“Morning, boy.” I wipe my hand over my face and push myself semi-upright in bed. “What time is it?”
“Seven. I’m sorry, did I wake you?”
“It’s fine. How long have you been awake?”
“About two hours.” He’s sitting, with his legs crossed, hands on his knees, occasionally bouncing them excitedly. “I wake up early every Christmas morning. I should have warned you about that, shouldn’t I?”
I smile and stroke his jaw. “It’s fine.”
He leans down and kisses me. “I haven’t had a chance to get you a gift.”
“You are going to give me a gift?”
“I am?” Now he looks confused.
“Yes. You.”
He grins. “Is that a gift, really, when I get something out of it, too?”
I push his hair back. It flops back into place instantly. “It’s the only gift I need and want.”
“Need? Want? I love those words.” He kisses me again.
I wrap my arms around his back, pull him on top of me, and then roll him so I’m on top of him. I take control of the kiss, which I assume he likes, because he hums happily.
“I need you,” I tell him huskily. “I want you.”
He wriggles his hips, brushing his half-hard cock against mine. “I need you, too, Daddy. I want you, too.”
“But first you need to open your Christmas present.”
I roll off him and retrieve his gift from under the bed.
I wrapped it after he’d fallen asleep last night.
He was sleepy after an intense play session, involving restraints, blindfolds, lots of edging, and arse slapping, giving me plenty of time to make his present look as beautiful as him. I put the gift on his lap.
His eyes light up. He sits upright. “It’s almost too pretty to unwrap, Daddy.”
I chuckle. “Open it, boy.”
He does so eagerly, undoing the ribbon, and then tearing open the sticky tape and unfolding the thick, metallic paper.
If he hadn’t picked out the gift, I’d be convinced he didn’t know what was inside.
He squeals with joy at the sight of the Room for Two box.
He scrabbles to open the box, sliding the slim dildo out of it.
It’s not realistic, nor is it meant to be.
It’s made out of matte black silicone, with a rounded tip, to make insertion as gentle as possible, and it has a slight undulating bulge, for maximum pleasure once it’s inside.
He twists, flings his arms around my neck, and smacks a kiss on my lips. “Thank you, Daddy. I can’t wait to play with this.”
“Have you ever used a DP toy before, boy?”
He shakes his head. “But I’ve always wanted to. I’ve also had my eye on some of Elevated’s bigger dildos for a while.”
“But—?”
“I’ve never had the confidence to use them alone. Wanting to be able to take a huge dildo is not the same as being able to. The same goes for DP toys. Elevated has some great DP dildos, but I’ve never had the guts to buy one, let alone try one.”
“Why now, then?”
“Because I’m with you, Daddy. And I know you’ll take care of me. I also don’t think you’ll be upset if I don’t enjoy it.”
“I won’t be. If you’re not feeling it, I’ll stop and we’ll do something else.”
“Oh, I’ll be feeling it. I think the bigger question is, will it be a nice feeling, or will it hurt?” He sniggers. “Bigger question.” He blows out a breath and fans his face. “I’m looking forward to playing with my Christmas toy, Daddy.”
“So am I.”
He pecks my lips. “I’ll go have a shower, then I’ll be ready to play.”
I slap his arse as he scrambles out of the bed. He responds with a delighted squeal and pauses long enough to blow me a kiss before disappearing into the bathroom. Seconds later, the sound of the shower running filters through the wall.
I turn the strap-on dildo in my hands. I hope it’s slim enough to give Rowan a pleasant first DP experience.
I don’t want to hurt him. He chose it and is eager to use it, so I’ll do everything I can to ensure he has a good time.
Beginning with long, slow foreplay. I want him to be as relaxed as possible.
I make sure I have lube and condoms to hand.
A short while later, he comes out of the bathroom, naked, skin pink from the heat of the shower, hair damp, cock at half-mast.
He takes my breath away. “You’re stunning, boy.”
“So are you, Daddy.”
I pull the quilt back and pat the mattress, inviting him to join me in bed.
He does so, kissing me as he settles beside me.
We lie, facing each other, cuddling. I gently hook his leg over my thigh, put lube on my finger, and tease his hole while I kiss him.
It’s not long before he’s ready for me to slip my finger inside him.
He groans against my lips and sucks my tongue.
“You feel so good,” I tell him.
More kissing, deep and leisurely.
“I’m going to take my time warming you up, boy.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Even more kissing, our tongues dancing as we moan. He uses his knee to pull me closer to him, brushing our cocks together. I gasp at the pleasurable contact, rocking my hips to feel more of his rigid length. I won’t let myself come like this. I won’t let him come.
“What else do you want to do today?” I ask.
“You’re asking me that now?”
“Yes. Answer me, boy.” I slip another finger inside him.
He gasps, arches his back, and then smashes his lips against mine. I forgive him for not answering straight away.
“We were going to cook dinner together,” he says in a breathy tone, grinding his cock harder against mine.
“And then what?”
“I’d suggest a walk, or more sex, but we’ll probably be too full to move, at least for a couple of hours. So maybe we should doze on the sofa together. We could put a film on we’re not planning on watching, and fall asleep instead.”
“Sounds fun.” I kiss him slowly. “Then what?”
“I’m not sure. What do you want to do, Daddy? It’s your day, too.”
“You know I don’t have any Christmas traditions of my own.”
“Then let’s make new ones.”
“Such as?”
He giggles and wriggles on my fingers. “This is a good start.”
“Morning sex?”
“Christmas morning sex with a Christmas toy.”
“Oh, you’re expecting a new toy every Christmas, are you?”
“Surely that’s a perk of dating the co-owner of a sex toy company?”
I chuckle. “I suppose it is. What other new traditions will we make?”
He waggles his brows. “Christmas evening sex?”
“You’ve got sex on the brain.”
“I’ve got you on the brain. You’re sexy. Ergo, I have sex with you on the brain.” He winks.
I slip another finger inside him.
“Oh, Daddy!” His throaty cry sends me careening towards the edge of an orgasm.
Gently, I slip my fingers out of him and nudge him onto his back. Now that his cock is no longer providing welcome friction against mine, I’m able to pull myself back from the brink.
“Spread your legs, boy. Knees raised.”
He obeys, smiling sweetly. I slide a cushion under his hips, giving me better access to his hole. I kneel between his spread legs, leaning over him to kiss him while I return to warming and loosening his arse, preparing him for my cock and the slim dildo.
“You are so beautiful, boy.” I nip his lower lip gently.
“So are you, Daddy. And your fingers feel amazing.”
“I think your idea of a walk is a good one.”
He cocks an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
“Yes. After our nap on the sofa. It’ll be even nicer if it kept snowing last night.”
He gasps. “We haven’t checked if it’s a white Christmas.”
“Want me to check now?”
“No!” He grabs my arm. “No, Daddy. It can wait.”
I chuckle. “Having too much fun?”
“Yes! I am so desperate for you right now, Daddy. I need your cock inside me.”
“Not yet, boy.”
He pouts and whimpers. “Please, Daddy?”
“If you were just taking my cock I’d agree, but I need you more relaxed to take the dildo as well. Unless you’ve changed your mind?”
“No! I haven’t. I want you and the dildo. Please!”
I kiss him softly. “All in good time, boy.”
“I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold my orgasm back. You have such talented fingers, Daddy.”
I tut. “You won’t orgasm until I tell you to, will you?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Good boy.”
He shivers. “I am a good boy.”
“A very good boy.” I reward his obedience with a long, lingering kiss. “So, dinner, a long, lazy nap, a walk, and then what?”
“Hmm, kissing?”
“Kissing sounds good.”
He strokes my back while I continue to kiss him and play with his arse. He’s fully relaxed, more than ready to receive my cock, but is he prepared to receive the extra girth of the dildo?
I nuzzle his nose. “Ready, boy?”
“Yes, Daddy.” His desperation and need go straight to my cock.
I pull my fingers out of his arse, grab the condom, toy, and lube.
I glove myself up and then carefully put the toy on.
It has two loops, one to slide over my cock, and the other to secure over my balls.
The rubber's stretchiness makes it easy to put on, and it’s comfortable once it’s secure.
Its natural resting angle is about twenty-five degrees away from my shaft.
I apply plenty of lube to the dildo and my cock, and then look into Rowan’s eyes.
“Ready, boy?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I smile and hold the dildo against my shaft. It’s a little shorter than my cock, which is probably a good thing.
“Take a big breath for me, boy.”
He obeys.
“And release it little by little.”
I don’t have to tell him what to do. He’s an experienced bottom. But I want to. He’s asked me to take care of him, and that’s exactly what I’ll do. Besides, the serene way he’s smiling tells me he’s happy.
I ease the tip of my cock inside him, stopping just before the tapered tip of the dildo reaches his hole. “Are you good, boy?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Ready for more?”
“So ready, Daddy.”
I push deeper into him, watching his face for any signs of distress as he takes the extra width of the dildo.
All I see is desire and pleasure. He parts his lips, groaning as his arse swallows my cock and the dildo hungrily.
I can only imagine what it feels like to him.
It’s surprisingly pleasurable for me. His hot, tight arse hugs my length, while the dildo provides extra friction.
Once I’m balls deep, I lean onto my forearms so that I can stroke his shoulder and face. He wraps his legs around me, pressing his heels lightly against my arse cheeks. He holds me, grazing his fingertips over my back. I kiss him, twining my tongue with his.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, Daddy. More than okay. It feels so good.”
I thrust slowly and gently, keeping the movement of my hips slight and shallow at first, until I’m sure he’s not in any discomfort.
Gradually, I make my thrusts longer, harder, and faster, until I’ve found a rhythm that maximises his gasps and groans.
The rings around my cock and balls are going to help me last longer, he realises that, doesn’t he?
“When will you come, boy?”
“When you tell me to, Daddy.”
I wrap my arms around him so I can hold him close.
I kiss him, inhale his scent, revel in every gasp, pant, moan, and groan that escapes his damp lips, treasure the feel of him against me and around me.
He’s so damn receptive to every movement of my hips, every press of my lips, every caress of my tongue, that it drives me wild.
He moves in time with my hips, bringing me deliriously deep inside him.
I can see the pleasure in his eyes, twinned with the struggle of not allowing himself to orgasm.
He whispers how much he wants and needs me between increasingly frenzied kisses, and fuck, I believe him.
I tell him how beautiful he is, how stunning, how much I’m enjoying being with him.
In him. The dildo heightens everything, making me wonder why I’ve never played with this toy before.
Making me hope he wants to play with it again.
Eventually, I can’t hold my orgasm back any longer.
“Come with me, boy,” I gasp, before giving in and letting it explode out of me.
My cock shudders inside him, my load filling the tip of the condom.
I grunt and groan and kiss him as he shakes and trembles and comes.
I press my chest and stomach against his, squashing his hot, sticky cum between our sweaty bodies.
Panting, I lay still, buried inside him, stroking his face, kissing him softly.
“That was amazing, Daddy,” he says in a sweet, raspy tone.
“You like your Christmas present?”
“Fuck, yes! It exceeded all my expectations. I should write a glowing review for it.”
“And I enjoyed my Christmas present.”
“Me?”
I nuzzle him. “Yes, you.” I move, but he holds me to him.
“Stay inside me for a little while, Daddy. Please?”
“You’re sure?” I don’t want the dildo to become uncomfortable inside him. Unlike my cock, it won’t soften.
“Yes. I’ll let you know if it’s not nice anymore. Not that your cock isn’t always nice, but the dildo—”
I kiss him. “I know what you meant, boy.”
We lie still, holding and stroking each other. Christmas has never felt more perfect.