Chapter Thirty-Nine #2
Kari pushed back his seat, arching his brows and getting up, heading to him. “All the peen? You feeling hard done by with only one, Babycakes?”
His eyes were full of amusement, and Bowie replied playfully. “Does it seem fair to you that he gets extra, Daddy?”
He anticipated Kari’s next move, and the second he picked him up, he wrapped himself around Kari. Clinging on, he was unable to hold on to his giggles when Kari blew a raspberry on his neck. “Is that right?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he replied between giggles, struggling to catch his breath when Kari tickled him.
“Then Daddy needs to prove to you one ‘peen’ is all you need.”
He nodded solemnly, then ruined it with a hiccup-snigger. A second later, he bounced on the couch cushions, staring up at Kari and continuing to giggle. Working from home definitely had perks. He tried not to think about how cross Hollis would be at him.
That worry fled when Kari took hold of the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head to fling it at the nearest chair.
His sweats followed, before he grabbed hold of the bottom of Bowie’s pants, tugging them over his bare feet.
He’d not bothered with underwear, and the light of approval he could see aimed at him got his cock thickening.
His cock was fully hard by the time Kari had him as naked as he was, crowding over him. The arms caging him in flexed as Kari put his weight on them, holding himself above Bowie, only allowing their lower bodies to touch.
Kari’s eyes gleamed with so much mischief, Bowie was close to coming. When Kari rolled his hips, aligning their dicks to slide side by side, but not letting them quite touch, he was ready to beg.
Bowie moaned in complaint when Kari teased him.
He attempted to wiggle closer, desperate now to feel the ridges of his bite mark touch those of Kari’s.
The first time he’d felt them touching his dick, he’d lost control.
Bowie wasn’t passive when they made love, but he also wasn’t dominant.
This type of touching did something to him, and Kari was fully aware of what effect this had on him.
“What, Babycakes? Isn’t this enough?”
“Daddy, you’re being naughty.”
At Kari’s laughter and position, so he couldn’t get what he wanted, Bowie took a second to check where Roarer was in relation to the couch and then wrapped a leg around Kari’s and used his weight to roll them off the couch.
Roarer cushioned their fall, and Bowie groaned in relief when he ended up straddling Kari, who continued to laugh at his antics.
Undeterred when Kari placed his hands on his waist, Bowie titled his hips forward, getting some friction against Kari’s cock, but not enough.
He wanted the delicious slide of marked skin against his.
Kari’s hold didn’t prevent him from unashamedly reaching to wrap his fingers around both their cocks. His groan matched Bowie’s when he came forward to balance on one arm and rock his cock into his fist and against Kari’s cock.
“Is Daddy’s peen enough,” Kari growled, pre-cum dripping from both of them at Bowie’s thrusts.
“Yes,” he gasped, increasing his speed, chasing his release. “I only need Daddy’s marked cock!”
Bowie lost his load over Kari’s belly, chest and chin alarmingly fast. The sight of his cum landing on Kari had him rocking faster, squeezing them both, desperate to send Kari over the edge.
Four more thrusts and Kari shuddered violently, bucking hips sending Bowie crashing forward, his arm giving way. He landed on the wall of muscle that was Kari’s chest, but he didn’t bounce this time, more thudded, losing his breath. But it didn’t stop him rocking.
Kari’s mouth captured his and he could taste his own cum. The aftershocks held him in their grip as Kari deepened the kiss, extending the pleasure as his hands cradled his head. Their cum covered bodies slid together in an erotic dance.
“Such a wonderful boy.” Another kiss, softer this time, as Bowie melted against the sticky chest, exhausted. “So sexy for Daddy.” His lips trailed to Bowie’s ear where he whispered, “Love how you get off on feeling your mark on me.”
Bowie shivered in delight and would have blushed if they weren’t already naked, and he’d proven exactly how true those words were. He wasn’t the only one who got off on it. Bowie peeked from under his eyelashes at the sated man lying beneath him.
There was a smear of cum on his chin, and his hair was a mess—on a workday. “Daddy, you look…” Bowie couldn’t quite think of the right word, the giggles back at being naughty.
The slow slide of the grin that spread over Kari’s gorgeous face was a magic that made everything in Bowie’s world brighter than a sun cresting a clear blue sky. “Well fucked, I imagine.”
Bowie grinned back at him. “You have cum on your chin.”
Kari squinted hard enough to make Bowie laugh, then he was flipped onto his back and Kari rubbed his chin against Bowie’s, smearing the wetness.
“Now I’m sharing the love,” he sniggered.
“Only with me though, Daddy,” stated Bowie, confidently.
Their noses touched, and their loving gazes held each other’s. “Only with you, Babycakes. Only with you.”