Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Steam curled off Darian’s damp skin as he stepped out of the shower, cheeks flushed and his multi-colored hair dripping.
Easton caught the flush spreading across his chest, the clean scent of soap clinging to his shoulders.
Darian reached for the towel, but Easton took it instead, slowly dragging it down Darian’s back, then patting him dry like the treasured thing he was.
“Up on the bench,” Easton said, nodding toward the padded edge of the vanity.
Darian complied, swinging his legs up and giving a little bounce on the spot. Still loose-limbed from the earlier release, but alert.
Easton retrieved the thicker plug. It was gleaming and bulbous, and a clear step up in size. Darian’s eyes widened slightly.
“Do you need to use your safeword?” Easton unscrewed the cap of the lube as he waited for an answer.
Darian shook his head. He looked adorable with his lip caught between his teeth.
Still, Easton raised an eyebrow.
“No, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” Easton helped him ease back onto the padded area. “Hold your ankles. That’s a good boy.”
Easton kept a firm grip on Darian’s inner thigh as he pulled the smaller plug free.
The movement coaxed a satisfying gasp as the widest part stretched that snug ring one last time before sliding free with a soft pop.
Easton’s cock hardened, but he ignored his own body and focused on his charge.
Darian tensed beneath him, hips twitching, the muscles fluttering around the sudden emptiness.
After coating his fingertips liberally, he used his other hand to spread Darian’s cheeks wider, exposing his tight back-hole.
After teasing the rim and adding more lube, he let the first knuckle of his middle finger slip in, slowly working it in and out, patiently waiting for Darian’s body to yield again.
The tension in the tight muscle told him exactly how much prep was still needed.
“You’re doing good, baby.” Easton added a second finger, stretching him wider. “Need you nice and open for what’s next.”
Darian whimpered, but the sound was high and needy, and he didn’t pull away. His body tightened and softened in cycles, trying to adjust. Easton used the slick lube liberally, easing his fingers in deeper with a slow scissoring motion until he felt the last bit of resistance melt.
He wiped his hand on some disposable baby wipes, grabbed the larger plug, and positioned it at Darian’s entrance.
“Breathe. Let me in.”
A breath shuddered from Darian’s lungs just as Easton began to press.
The blunt head sank in with resistance, opening him up inch by inch until the widest point stretched him wide.
The sight was so erotic that Easton kept the plug still for a beat longer.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Easton praised, watching the way Darian’s body accepted the toy, inch by slow inch. “You’re taking it so well.”
“Uh-huh.” Between Darian’s legs, his cock strained and leaked precum.
Easton used the index finger of his free hand to run a trail over Darian’s length, making his cock twitch. His mouth watered for another taste, but when Darian’s belly rumbled, Easton relented and let the plug slide home.
Only when the base seated flush against his skin did Easton release his hold and step back to admire the view. “Beautiful,” he murmured, half to himself.
Darian let out a breathy laugh and pushed himself up on his elbows.
“Are you ready to give Danny room, my love?”
Darian’s voice pitched high with disbelief. “With this thing up my butt? You’ll have me horny and thinking about you all the time.”
Easton’s mouth curved at the corners. “Well, that’s kind of the point. Isn’t it?”
A beat. “Yes, Daddy.”
Easton smiled. “Do you want to stay Darian for a while?”
Darian’s expression turned inward for a moment, gaze going soft with thought. Then he shook his head. “Nu-uh.”
Easton grinned. “All right, little man. Let me dress you, so you can go play with your friends.”
That earned a bright clap and a wiggle of excitement.
Easton took his time choosing the outfit and settled on something bright and cheerful, with a white and yellow striped Henley and denim overalls, the straps snug over Darian’s chest. He added stripy socks in white with cheerful blue and yellow bands that reached to mid calves, then knelt to lace up the pair of dark brown Doc Martens, the kind with yellow stitching and sturdy soles.
One last look. Perfect.
He pressed a chaste kiss to Darian’s forehead. “Ready?”
Danny nodded, slipping his hand into Easton’s without hesitation.
Together, they left the apartment and stepped into the bright hallway beyond, their steps light as they made their way toward the tunnels.
Easton picked the booth tucked into the farthest corner of the cafeteria, away from the foot traffic and casual noise of dinnertime chaos.
It was cozy and quiet, and when Danny climbed in, he let his feet dangle and swing beneath the table, his Docs thudding lightly against the vinyl seat.
He didn’t even mind that he couldn’t see much of the rest of the room.
Easton was across from him, and that was enough.
“Stay put, little man,” Easton said with a wink. “I’ll be right back.”
Danny nodded and watched him go, chest swelling with something warm and bubbling like soda. He liked watching Easton move. His stride was confident and purposeful, like he was always sure of himself even when he was carrying a tray of food and balancing three dipping sauces.
“Got all your favorites,” Easton said as he returned, setting the tray down with a satisfied grin. “And yeah… salad too.”
The fries were golden and crisp, still steaming from the fryer. The nuggets looked exactly how Danny liked them. He perked up immediately but paused when Easton pushed a small bowl of salad toward him, placing the fork in so it stuck out like a dare.
Danny wrinkled his nose and eyed the green stuff suspiciously.
Easton raised a brow. “Don’t even try it. You’re gonna eat at least a few bites. I know you, mister.”
Grumbling under his breath, Danny stabbed into the pile of lettuce and chewed like it was punishment.
Darian liked salads, he really did, but Danny?
Danny wanted chicken nuggets, fries, and maybe three scoops of ice cream.
Vegetables weren’t part of the fantasy. Still, when Easton gave him a low, rumbling “Good boy,” his whole body lit up like someone had flipped a switch.
His spine straightened. His chest puffed.
He took another bite, not because it suddenly tasted like candy, but because the praise was worth it and did taste sweet.
Easton reached across the table and took one of Danny’s nuggets, dipping it into the ketchup before offering it back.
Danny leaned in and took the bite from his Daddy’s fingers, eyes fluttering closed just a little at the sweetness from the sauce and crisp heat…
and the way Easton’s touch lingered, brushing along the corner of his mouth with the pad of his thumb.
By the time Danny finished all of his dinner, his belly was pleasantly full, the plug wasn’t bugging him anymore, and his heart was happy.
When a towering swirl of vanilla soft serve topped with chocolate sauce and rainbow sprinkles arrived, Danny made a happy noise and grabbed it like it was a treasure. He licked a streak off one side, then another, the sugary cream coating his tongue. The treat was cold and rich and perfect.
“You’re getting it everywhere,” Easton muttered, swiping at his cheek.
He gave Daddy a wide smile and offered him a taste.
Easton laughed. “I’ll stick to my cappuccino.”
After Danny had finished his ice cream, Daddy rose and held out his hand. “Come on, messy pup. Let’s clean you up.”
Easton guided him inside one of the big restrooms. He wet a paper towel under the faucet and knelt, gently cleaning Danny’s hands and face, with a calm patience and a touch that made him feel precious.
Then Easton’s hand moved lower, to his backside, cupping the curve of it through his denims.
“Still okay with the plug, babyboy?”
Danny’s cheeks flared with heat, and he shifted on his feet. “It’s okay, Daddy.”
“You want me to take it out?”
“Here?” His voice jumped in pitch. “Nooo!”
Easton chuckled and kissed the tip of his nose. “Didn’t think so. You ready to go play?”
Danny’s embarrassment melted instantly. “Yes, Daddy!”
They headed toward the play area, and the moment they stepped inside, Danny was off like a shot.
Blake was already in the bouncy castle, launching himself into midair like a lunatic.
Danny scrambled up to join him, the springy surface catching every leap and sending it higher.
He giggled, tumbled and rolled, egging his friend on.
When Lori toddled up, trying to clamber in after them with all the determination of a miniature tornado, Danny paused just long enough to offer her a hand before springing away again.
“I am big enough!” she yelled when Blake dodged past her. “I am! Don’t be a meany-weany!”
Blake snorted and flopped onto his back. “You can’t keep up, pipsqueak!”
“Can too!”
Danny didn’t care who was winning or what Lori could or couldn’t do. He was laughing too hard, his lungs aching with joy, the soft, rhythmic give of the castle under his feet making everything feel weightless.
Until he glanced toward where the Bigs sat.
His laughter stalled.
Easton stood with Kevin. The shy Little with the sandy blond curls and thumbprint dimples was standing a bit too close to Daddy for Danny’s liking. Danny’s heart did a little lurch. Kevin was pressing something into Easton’s hands. It was that stuffed bunny he always carried and never shared.
Danny blinked.
Easton bent to listen, smiling gently as Kevin beamed up at him. Then, Easton reached out and stroked the boy’s hair.
The world tilted.
A crack opened inside Danny, wide and sharp and lined with purple. Ugly, stinging purple. His chest tightened. Something cold slid down the back of his spine.
He knew that smile.
He’d felt that hand in his hair.
And now someone else was getting it.