Epilogue John
V alentine’s Day
Twinkling pink lights illuminate our tree, and I toss the last of the pink tinsel onto the branches for the finishing touch. My sweet boy has had a stressful, busy month. With everyone and their mamas ordering baked goods, poor Riley has been overworking himself.
I always knew he was a hard worker, but seeing him get up at three in the morning every day and working late into the night had my Daddy instincts on overdrive. I knew I couldn’t tell him not to work, but I made notes of ways he could cut time next holiday. Till then, I was doing extra Daddy overtime, and I loved it.
Every day, I made sure my boy had healthy meals already prepared and ready to go. When he got home, I helped him into the bath, making sure to stock up on the fun-colored bubbles that always make him giggle.
I didn’t care whether we went to his place or mine since they were only five minutes away from each other. What I did care about was making sure my boy was as well rested as possible, and that he knew he could be little anytime he needed to be.
The car door slams just outside, and I grin, knowing that Riley is home. I couldn’t wait for him to see this surprise. By the time February first rolled around, and all the stores in town had all their Valentine’s Day decorations up, Riley said it was about time to put away our Christmas décor. Just like in the beginning of January, he seemed sad to put it away and spent part of the day pouting.
I told him that since we just spent all this time in January decorating, we should keep up the sparkly Christmas décor just a little longer.
He eagerly agreed, but asked if I could be the one to put away all our ornaments on February 14 th . Apparently, it would just be weird to see all the red and green décor up on Valentine’s Day. Which got me thinking: why can’t I decorate for Valentine’s Day in my apartment? And why can’t I make it look like Christmas? Only with pink and red instead of red and green.
When I hear the keys in the front door, I duck behind the counter and get into my hiding spot.
“Oh my god, Daddy! What is this?”
I peek my head out of the hiding spot just in time to see Riley rush over to the pink and red ‘ Christmas ’ tree. I replaced all the Christmas-themed ornaments with pretty hearts.
“Daddy!” Riley tries again. “Oh my god, it’s so pretty in here. Where are you?”
Pulling out my carefully folded note, I aim and throw the paper airplane toward my boy. And just like all those weeks ago, it lands in the tree just to the right of his shoulder. Riley gasps and spins around so he’s facing me. He spins again, turning back towards the tree as he plucks the note from the branch.
Riley grins as he unfolds the note. I walk over to my boy and wrap my arms around him from behind. He finishes unfolding the piece of paper and gasps. I peer over his shoulder and read the words I’ve written down.
I love you.
Some people might think it’s too soon for confessions of love, but I can’t contain it anymore. I’ve been holding onto this secret now for over a month.
Riley turns in my arms and smiles. “You love me?”
I nod. “That’s right, baby boy. I love you. Big or small, or anything in between. If you want to spend our lives together decorating our place like it’s Christmas all year long, then sign me up. As long as I’m with you, I’ll be happy.”
Before I can continue with my speech, Riley is crushing his lips to mine and fumbling with my belt buckle. I can’t even tell him to slow down. He knows my body so damn well and knows exactly what to do to have me as needy as him.
One hand slides into my pants as soon as he has my jeans unbuttoned. He strokes me, focusing on the head of my cock, while his free hand plays with my chest hair. “I need you, Daddy. Make love to me?”
“I can’t ever say no to you, baby.”
He giggles with delight before dropping to his knees and tugging my jeans down. The warm heat of his mouth swallows me down.
I groan as he works my length. “Fuck, Riley. That feels so damn good.”
He hums happily. My boy gets to work sucking and slurping until he’s edged me several times. Since I can’t quite recover as fast as he can, he’s discovered just how much he loves to edge me and swears up and down that quality is better than quantity.
But this time, instead of my boy getting all the fun, I have certain plans. Tugging Riley to a standing position, I walk him over to the sofa and position him so that his knees are on the cushions, and his ass is high in the air.
Riley giggles. “Daddy, what are you—oh god.” He moans when I slide my tongue against his hole. “Oh, oh wow. Oh. That feels amazing.”
Riley’s desperate pleas have me harder than ever. Slowly, I work a finger inside of him, and with my other hand, I pop open a bottle of lube and dribble the silky liquid down his crack. I slide another finger inside his hole, before eventually working in a third.
“Please, Daddy. Enough. I need you.”
“I need you too, baby boy.”
He lays down on the sofa and uses his fingers to spread himself wide. “Fuck, baby. That’s it. Spread yourself for Daddy.”
Lining my cock up with his tight heat, I slowly push inside of him.
“Yes!” he cries out.
“Such a tight hole for me, isn’t it, baby?”
“Yes, oh fuck. Yes, Daddy.”
I growl. “Language, Riley.”
Riley giggles, and I let him get away with it. Swearing in the bedroom is apparently a kink I never knew I had.
Riley moves against me, helping me speed up the rhythm of our thrusts. Maybe it’s all the emotions swirling between us, but I feel my balls pull up tight and I’m about to come faster than ever. Not wanting to come alone, I increase my thrusts while I reach around Riley and stroke his cock.
He comes first, tightening around me and milking the cum right out of my cock. I come with a loud groan, peppering kisses all over my boy’s exposed skin.
“Now, are you ready for your next gift?”
Riley nods, bouncing on his toes. I hand him a small gift bag. He pulls the tissue out of its place and immediately spots the tiny key inside. His pretty brown eyes widen with shock.
“Move in with me?”
He throws his arms around me and starts jumping and squirming.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Thank you, Daddy,” he says between sweet kisses on my cheeks. “I love you, too.”