Chapter 15 #2
Bull tried to settle his racing heart and keep his dick from punching out of his shorts with some careful breathing. When Malcolm nervously cleared his throat, he glanced up at him and smiled. “You want Daddy to get you ready to take his cock, baby boy?”
Malcolm sucked in a shaky breath, his pupils dilating. “Y-yes, that’s what I want.”
“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” Bull said, placing the newly washed plug on the end of the bed next to the lube and stroking himself as he ran his eyes from the tips of Malcolm’s toes up his shapely legs, over his hard dick and the flushed skin of his chest, his tempting parted lips, and all the way to his disheveled hair.
Bull gave himself a couple of quick tugs to try and relieve some of the pressure already building inside him, but then he forced his hand away. “Are you ready, gorgeous?”
Malcolm licked his lips. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy. Bend your knees for me and put your feet flat on the bed.”
It was so quiet in his bedroom he could hear Malcolm swallow.
He did as he was told, dragging his heels up toward his ass until he could comfortably plant them on the sheets beneath him.
Bull stepped right up to the end of the bed, his heavy dick so engorged it stuck straight out from his body, pointing right at the man he wanted more than anything in the world.
“Spread your legs, baby,” Bull said, his voice low and husky.
Malcolm propped himself up on his elbows, watching Bull with such a look of vulnerability on his face it was like a shot of arousal straight into Bull’s balls. He held those beautiful blue eyes as Malcolm slowly slid his feet apart, making space between his thighs for Bull.
“Perfect. Such a good boy.”
Malcolm bit his lip, making a soft sound as a drop of precome slid down his shaft. His boy really did love getting praised.
“Did you touch yourself while I was in the bathroom washing your new plug?” Bull asked, climbing onto the end of the bed and shuffling forward on his knees.
“No, Daddy.”
“And why not?”
“Because you said not to,” Malcolm said, his voice breathless and trembling just a little.
Bull touched his knees and felt that same tremor just under his skin. “Shh. It’s okay,” he said, gliding his fingers up and down the outside of Malcolm’s calves. “You’re being so good for me, just like I knew you would, my beautiful, sweet boy.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” Malcolm whispered and licked his lips, gaze fixed on Bull’s dick.
Smirking, he grabbed his boy’s ankles and lifted, pushing back as he went to press his thighs against his slender torso. “Grab your legs. Hold yourself open for me.”
“Oh, fuck,” Malcolm groaned, flopping onto his back and scrambling to latch onto the back of his thighs.
“That’s right. Just like that. Good job, baby.”
Bull moved a little closer, laying his hands on the soft skin just beneath Malcolm’s cheeks, then dragged his palms down and sank his fingers into that soft flesh, pulling him apart and baring him completely to Bull’s eyes.
Malcolm moaned. “Daddy.”
“Look at that gorgeous hole,” Bull said, running his teeth over his bottom lip. “Fuck. It’s gonna look so good stuffed full of Daddy’s cock one day, but first, we’ve got to get it ready.”
Malcolm whimpered and nodded, his eyes squeezed shut and knuckles white.
Leaning down, Bull led with his tongue and gave that perfect hole a kiss.
Malcolm’s whole body jerked like he’d been electrocuted, a harsh gasp bursting out of him and eyes popping back open. He tipped his chin down and stared at Bull, lips flushed and parted.
Bull tightened his hold on his cheeks and fluttered his tongue over his furled entrance. The day he finally got his dick in there, he knew he would lose his fucking mind, but that’s exactly where it belonged—locked inside his boy’s tight, hot ass.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Malcolm chanted, rocking up against Bull’s face.
One of his heels landed on Bull’s shoulder with a thud. Before he could peel himself away from his new favorite meal to ask what Malcolm thought he was doing letting go of his leg, a strong hand landed on the back of his head, pushing him harder between those plush cheeks.
He grinned and licked more firmly at his boy’s tiny, unused hole.
“More, please, more,” Malcolm begged, arching his hips off the bed. “ Please , Daddy. So good.”
His boy was so fucking sensitive. He was pretty sure he could make him come just from eating his ass and made a mental note to try one day soon.
He couldn’t deny him when he asked so prettily, so he continued longer than he’d intended, licking and sucking at his hole and all the delicate skin around it.
He ran his tongue from Malcolm’s tailbone all the way up to his sack, where he buried his nose and inhaled the scent of his boy deep into his lungs.
Shit, how was he ever going to be able to focus on anything else ever again when he knew his boy tasted and smelled so fucking good?
Kissing his way back down, he straightened his tongue and pressed against that reluctant opening, wiggling and forcing his way inside.
“Bull!” Malcolm yelled, his hold on Bull’s head brutal in its strength and heel digging into Bull’s shoulder blade. “Oh, my God. Why didn’t anyone tell me it would feel this fucking good?”
Bull chuckled, and Malcolm moaned, rocking himself against Bull’s tongue, trying to get it deeper. He was shameless in his search for pleasure, riding the tip like a well-practiced bottom.
Instead of giving him more, Bull pulled away, giving him one last long lick before rising from between his cheeks. At first, Malcolm’s hold on him tightened, trying to stop him from moving, but then he relaxed, sliding his hand down to Bull’s jaw.
Turning his head, he pressed a kiss to the inside of his wrist, then grabbed the lube.
“I love how sensitive you are,” Bull said, slicking up one of his fingers. “You’re gonna love these plugs. Almost as much as you’ll love my cock.”
Malcolm stared at him, nodding and panting.
Pressing a kiss to the inside of one of Malcolm’s knees, Bull carefully rubbed the tip of his finger against Malcolm’s hole. Then, slowly, he pushed inside, stopping at his first knuckle.
Tossing his head against the pillow, Malcolm licked his lips. “Keep going, please.”
Bull watched his boy carefully as he sank the rest of his finger into his soft heat. He bit back a groan when Malcolm clenched around him, imagining that tightness on his cock. “Feels good, doesn’t it, baby boy?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Malcolm moaned.
Bull worked the digit in and out, keeping his movements slow and controlled. It wasn’t long before Malcolm was whimpering and begging for more again, trying to rut back against him, searching for more to fill him.
Pulling out one last time, Bull crooked his finger and gently swiped against Malcolm’s swollen prostate. His perfect boy screamed, body tensing for a moment as precome drooled from his dark red cock.
“So fucking gorgeous,” Bull growled, grabbing the plug with trembling hands and slicking it up quickly.
“Give it to me, Daddy. Make me take it,” Malcolm said, his words a little slurred as he gripped the back of his thighs and pulled, rocking his ass up in offering.
Make me take it.
The words rang in Bull’s ears, clouding his mind as he pushed the silicone plug against Malcolm’s loosened hole. He tried to control how fast he pushed it in, but with Malcolm’s keening in his ears and his own throbbing dick, he shoved the last inch in with more force than he’d intended.
Malcolm cried out, mouth wide and panting and eyes staring, unseeing, at the ceiling.
Petting the stretched skin around the flared base in apology, Bull asked, “Too much?”
He shook his head, still looking dazed, before blinking a few times and refocusing on Bull. “Need to come. Please . Make me come, Daddy.”
Practically snarling, Bull dropped down and sucked half of his boy’s length down in one go, licking it clean of all that musky precome he’d been leaking for him.
Malcolm moaned and palmed the back of his head with both hands, his feet landing on Bull’s shoulders as he humped up against his face erratically.
Instead of trying to slow him down, Bull relaxed his jaw and let Malcolm fuck his mouth as he needed, giving him as much pleasure as he possibly could.
He gripped the end of the plug and tugged it halfway out before plunging it back in.
On the next thrust, he angled the tip so it would hit his engorged gland on the way in.
Malcolm’s gasping breaths turned to sobs, his fingernails digging into the back of Bull’s skull. His cock erupted inside Bull’s mouth, spilling his essence onto his tongue and down his throat. Bull swallowed quickly, not wanting to lose a single drop.
Once Malcolm started to relax, his legs splaying out to the sides, Bull settled the toy fully back in place, grinning at the way his boy’s body twitched. Bull sat up, licking his lips, and surveyed the results of Malcolm’s first plugging.
A gorgeous flush and sheen of sweat coated his boy’s skin from between his soft pink nipples all the way up to his cheeks. His mouth was damp and parted as he panted, and his eyes were closed.
Definitely a success.
Shuffling forward, Bull maneuvered himself up to the head of the bed next to Malcolm’s face and started stroking himself with a tight grip.
His sack was already drawn up tight, his balls aching for release.
The last thing he wanted was to draw it out.
All he could think about was marking his boy’s pink skin, dotting it with his come, and then licking it off, sharing the taste with sweet kisses afterward.
Grunting as he neared the end, he focused his rough tugs on the top half of his dick and the sensitive spots just beneath its wide head.
Malcolm turned toward him, his beautiful blue irises nearly swallowed by his pupils.
Zeroing in on the tip of Bull’s dick three inches from his face, Malcolm moaned quietly, closed his eyes again, and gently cupped Bull’s tight sack, rolling his balls between his fingers.
Then he opened his mouth and extended his tongue, eager for Bull’s come.
With a hoarse cry, Bull erupted, his seed splashing across Malcolm’s lips and waiting tongue, then his cheeks. He worked out one last dribble onto the hollow of his throat before smearing the tip against one of the fading bruises on his neck.
Fucking perfect.
Humming, Malcolm swallowed and licked his lips, trying to find every drop he could.
He opened his eyes slowly, giving Bull’s sensitive sack one last caress before dropping his arm back to the bed.
Bull lay down next to Malcolm once he could feel his limbs again and licked across the streaks still remaining, using his own tongue to feed the rest to Malcolm, sharing deep, messy kisses in between.
Once Malcolm was clean, they kept kissing, their movements turning languid and sweet, fingers gently touching each other’s cooling skin.
When Malcolm’s lips started to slow, his hand having settled and stayed on Bull’s hip for several minutes, Bull lay on his back and pulled his boy over him, settling them into their preferred sleeping positions.
“I should go take the plug out,” Malcolm said, the words thick and slow, his body completely relaxing against Bull’s.
“I’ll do it,” Bull assured him and carded his fingers through his soft hair. “Later. You can go to sleep, baby.”
Malcolm hummed in acknowledgment. “Thank you for being patient with me.”
A ball of emotions settled in Bull’s throat, and he had to clear them away before he could respond, his fingers flexing. “I’m the one who should be thankful, and I am.”
“Why?” Malcolm asked, voice still quiet but a little clearer.
“In the past, not everyone has had… the willingness to take my cock,” Bull admitted, old insecurities washing over him. “If you ever decide you don’t want to go that far, we can?—”
“Shut up.”
His teeth clamped together.
Malcolm shifted his head so he could prop his chin on Bull’s pec and squint at him in the dim bedroom.
“You’re worth the little bit of extra work,” Malcolm said fiercely, then shrugged and made a face, before settling back against him. “Maybe if I’d done this before, I wouldn’t be so nervous, and we wouldn’t need as much preparation.”
Bull hiked him up his body, so Malcolm’s face tucked into his neck and grabbed one of his ass cheeks, fingers sinking into his cleft and brushing against the end of the plug. “It might make me a caveman, but I’m glad I’m your first, Malcolm.”
Malcolm kissed the thin skin of his throat, causing Bull to shiver at the delicate touch.
“Me too, Daddy.”