Chapter 25
I wake up before Memphis, and unlike the first time, I stay in bed. There’s no way I’m giving him the option of walking out again. I bury my head in his hair, breathing in the scent of him. He smells divine, the warmth of his skin mixed with my soap and shampoo pleases the Dom in me.
I wasn’t expecting such an intense conversation last night.
I thought it would be a basic he was an arsehole and he’d had enough speech.
Not the manipulation over time that stripped him of his needs as a little.
I understand and have known Doms that didn’t want an audience and always took their scenes to a private room.
I know lovers that have chosen to always use condoms and ones that never want penetrative sex.
It’s a healthy choice between two or more consenting adults.
But for it to be so one sided is a huge red flag.
The part I think the most important is how he feels now; that he no longer feels the little inside him so much.
The brat is still there as is his need for cuddles.
Is that something I want? Although littles have been my main attraction, it hasn’t ever stopped me from joining in with Saint in the past. I believe we can find a common ground.
But the sight of a padded bottom in the air as a boy plays on the floor is still one I find very attractive.
Can I live without it? For him—yes. I think I can.
The nagging voice in my head perks up to say its piece, the don’t mess with him if it’s not what you want long term speech.
That’s what Memphis wants. He came back here to find me, didn’t he?
Although what if his father hadn’t died, would he have returned then?
The convenience of two birds with one stone.
I’m being stupid. He’s moved here. He’s looking at renting a place; he wouldn’t be doing that if he didn’t want to stay.
He wants the tender side of me, which is good because there’s no way I could turn that off. There’s another question, will he still call me Daddy? Because for me that’s a given. I don’t want to be Sir and definitely not Master. I’m a Daddy and always will be.
Memphis begins to wake up, the stretch and wriggle pushing his arse against my dick. He stops moving, as if being here surprises him. “Good morning, boy,” I whisper into his nape, making him shiver. “Did you forget where you were?”
“Hmm, for a moment. I must have slept heavily. This is an extremely comfortable bed, Daddy.” He sighs and rolls over to face me. “Have you been awake long?”
Long enough to sift through all he said last night, but I’m not telling him that though. We can talk some more when we’ve had coffee. But at least he’s called me Daddy. “No, not too long. Shall I make coffee, or do you need longer to wake up?”
“Coffee sounds good but wait a moment.” He catches my arm. “How long have you spent going over everything we did and said last night?”
I don’t answer straight away, and he pales. “You’ve changed your mind,” he states. It’s not a question.
“No,” I tell him firmly, shaking my head. “No, sweet boy. Nothing like that. I’ve got a few more questions, but it’s about us, not your past boyfriends. Please don’t stress; I promise you I’m not letting you go anywhere.”
I kiss him, my lips hard against his, waiting for his obedience.
It takes only a moment for him to react, and my tongue slides into the wet heat of his willing mouth.
With only the slightest push, I have him on his back and slip between his parted legs.
As I rock into his groin, I feel his cock thicken, grow hard against mine.
Slipping my hand between us, I grab our knobs and stroke.
It’s not as smooth as it would be with lube, but I can make it easier.
As I break the kiss, I let go of our dicks and lift my hand up. “Spit,” I tell him.
Instead of obeying, he stretches out and grabs the lube and grins.
“A better way to get friction.” He squirts some into my hand.
I hold of our lengths and make quick work of getting us both hard again.
I press kisses to his jaw and down his throat as he gasps and moans.
My teeth scrape over the stubble as he pants and grows thicker in my hand.
He’s going to come any second, and I grip tighter, stroke faster, then with a nip to his throat, I give him the command to come.
With a groan and a shudder that should register on the Richter scale, he comes, his load hot and plentiful as it drips over my fingers and knuckles. I hold my climax back, not joining in with him, I want to save it for another place. Namely, his face. I’ve a sudden need to see him wearing my load.
As Memphis comes back down, he looks down at my fist still gripping my dick. “You gonna do anything with that?”
I ignore the smirk. Instead, I lift my hand up, offering the cum-coated fingers to him. “I am, but you need to clean me up first, boy.”
It doesn’t take him long to lick up the mess, sucking on my fingers, sliding his tongue over each knuckle as he keeps his eyes on me until it’s all gone. “Good boy. Sit up and rest back on the headboard. Perfect, now suck my dick, get me hard again.”
I kneel up, straddling his body. It’s a bonus to have a smaller, shorter boy, making it easier to line my cock up to his face. With my cock in my hand just a centimetre from his mouth, he opens for me, eager for more. “Suck,” I tell him.
Eagerly, he lets me feed my dick into his hot mouth.
I start slowly, testing his gag reflex, grinning a wicked grin at him.
“No gagging? What a pleasant surprise. Although I wouldn’t mind fucking your throat until you choke.
” Memphis grunts his approval, nodding a little.
I pull out, and he mewls. “You’ll get it back in a second. You like choking on dick?”
“I’ve never been fucked that deeply, but I like the idea of you doing it.” He shrugs nonchalantly, as if it’s no big deal.
“Good to know, not today though. I think I’ll save it for when we have an audience.” Without giving him a chance to reply, I stroke my dick over his lips. “Now don’t take too long, or we’ll be late for brunch with the olds.”
His eyes widen as if this is a surprise but takes me seriously, and he’s soon taking me deeply into his mouth and throat.
I pick up speed, and it doesn’t take me long to feel the familiar tingle in my spine as my orgasm builds.
I pull free of his mouth to fist my dick and stroke.
“Fuck, yeah,” I cry out as I paint his cheeks and lips with thick spurts of creamy spunk.
I lean back, then collapse down next to him. A thought comes into my head, one he may object to, but it’s worth a go. I grab my phone from the side table and snap a picture before he can say anything. I look at the screen. “Perfect. I’ll have it as my wallpaper pic.”
Memphis looks horrified. “What? You can’t do that? Anyone could see it. What if someone at your school sees it?”
I won’t do it, but it’s fun to tease him. “Okay, okay, I won’t. Come on, let’s get showered and then we’ve got time for a coffee before we have to leave.”
I chuckle as he grumbles about perverted Doms. “Be careful, boy. I can stop you from washing your face and we can go out with it still all over you.”
“No way! That’s your brother’s kink. Daddies aren’t mean like that.” He all but pouts and stamps his foot. “Please, don’t do that.”
I give in and grin at him. “You’re right; it’s not my scene.
” I take his hand and pull him into the bathroom.
After turning the shower on and getting the temperature right, I let him step in first. “Look at me.” I grab a washcloth and wet it, then take my time cleaning his face.
The spunk had already started to dry, but it comes off easily.
I kiss him slowly, deeply, letting him know how proud of him I am as I run my soapy hands over his body. When I pull back, his eyes are dark, heavy as if I’d drugged him. He smiles at me and grabs the soap and washes me.
We make it to my dads’ place at a decent time, but looking at the cars on the drive, it looks like we’re the last to arrive. “Great, Pops is going to moan at us.”
“Only at you, he likes me.” Memphis gives me a cheeky grin, and I can imagine how cute he was as a little. A pang of loss washes through me, but I shake it off. He’s always going to be a brat, which makes me smile.
“Be careful, boy. I don’t have any problems with spanking that gorgeous bottom of yours.”
The door opens before he can respond, and Pops grins at Memphis. “I’m so glad you’re here, Memphis. I doubt it’s your fault you’re late.” He glowers at me, but his eyes twinkle with laughter. “I’m giving you a warning before you go in. Noah is in trouble, and he’s being punished.”
“Oh fuck. I don’t want to know.” I give Pops a hug and walk in, holding Memphis’ hand.