4. the fall #4
Aaron lets go, giving Daddy complete control over him.
Whenever it hurts, Daddy’s words make him feel better.
He trusts him completely, he trusts Daddy to take care of him.
Daddy kisses him when tears fall from his eyes, and the more Aaron’s body trembles under him, the more Daddy pounds his sore arse even harder. This is a true bliss for Aaron.
When Aaron feels the pleasure becoming too much, when his body begins to grow hot, and his heart starts to beat faster, Daddy takes Aaron’s cock in his hands and roughly pumps it with his strong hand.
Aaron arches his back desperately, writhes under him, and his toes curl as the friction sends him over the edge, and he comes all over his Daddy’s hand.
"Fantastic, baby. So good," Daddy whispers, and Aaron whimpers.
With his orgasm done, his body is so much more sensitive that he feels every single inch of Dady’s cock as it goes in and out of him in an aggressive motion, rendering him powerless and pliant until finally, he feels Daddy’s come to fill him up.
Daddy’s ecstatic moans make Aaron’s heart flutter endlessly.
He pulls out and strokes Aaron’s hair in satisfaction. His hair is wild and tinted with sweat, his face is glistening with sweat, and he is breathing heavily. Daddy’s grey eyes are clouded with pleasure when he bends down again and softly kisses Aaron’s lips.
"You gave me everything, my love. You are such a good boy."
The words are like lightning through Aaron’s body, and he trembles in Daddy’s embrace. Tears brim his eyes and he cries in Daddy’s arms. Tonight has been so amazing. There is nothing he wants more than to spend the night held by him. Tonight, he is nothing but his Daddy’s good little boy.
*
Aaron opens his eyes to Rion's head on his shoulder.
His body is sore and tired, but he regrets nothing.
Last night was amazing and therapeutic for him.
He feels as if Rion broke him down into pieces, albeit gently, and then slowly put him back together again.
He has never had a sexual experience as profound as the one he had the previous night.
Just thinking about everything he said, the way he acted with Rion, makes him blush uncontrollably, and he cannot help but feel satisfied still because the night was perfect.
"You're awake?" Rion asks, lifting his head to meet Aaron's eyes.
"Yeah, sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," Aaron apologises.
But Rion shakes his head. "It's fine, I was already awake." He surveys Aaron for a moment before sitting up. "Last night was...very intense for me. I apologise if I was too passionate or too rough with you. It's just that you're exquisite, and I wanted to have all of you."
Aaron's face heats up. "No, it was fantastic. I hope that we get to do that again."
Rion grins. "Of course we will, love," he says, bending down and kissing Aaron's forehead.
It’s sweet and tender, and Aaron melts into the kiss setting his heart alight. He has fallen really hard for Rion, and the thought that they only have a transactional relationship hurts him to the core.
"You must be tired after last night. How about I make you some breakfast in bed?"
"No one has ever done that for me before," Aaron says with an excited smile.
"Okay, I'll go and-" Rion starts, but then something on his dresser beeps. "Odd, that's the door alarm. I'll go check who's there. You just rest here, okay, love?" Aaron nods, and Rion gets dressed to go check who is at the door.
Argh. The way Aaron's heart flutters every time Rion calls him love should be illegal.
He silently screams into the pillow once he leaves.
This is bad. He really likes Rion, but he's afraid of bringing his feelings into the relationship for fear that he might ruin it.
Rion likes it the way it is, and if things change, Aaron might lose him. He doesn't want that.
Rion returns to the room a few minutes later, a sober look on his face. "What's wrong?" Aaron asks, sitting back up.
Rion sits on the bed next to him and takes Aaron's hand. "Don't freak out, okay?"
This makes Aaron frown. Is something wrong? Of course it is; his time with Rion seemed too good to last. "Okay. What is it?"
"My daughter is here."
Aaron stares at him, perplexed. What? "Your daughter?"
"Yes," Rion squeezes his now-sweating hand. "She just drove here from school. I didn't know she was coming. She does this sometimes. I'm sorry. I wasn't prepared for you two to meet."
Yeah, Aaron gets it. How will Rion's daughter react to Aaron using her father for money? "I... need to go... sneak out or something... um," he is hyperventilating.
"Hey, I said relax. Don't worry. I told her that I have someone over, so she's making breakfast. Relax, take a shower, then come downstairs," Rion tells him.
"She is a tad overprotective of me, but it's fine.
It might be a little awkward because you're about the same age, but she knows I date younger men, so don't be nervous. Just stick to our story, okay, Aaron?"
Aaron nods, even though he is freaking out inwardly.
She will definitely see through him; she will see that his and Rion's relationship is not genuine.
Fuck, Aaron worries all through his shower but cannot come up with any other solution except to play nice and hope she likes him.
Once he's done, he gets dressed in the clothes that Rion laid out for him.
He takes a deep breath, ties his hair up into a neat bun, and then heads downstairs.
He is greeted by the smell of bacon and eggs as soon as he enters the dining room. Rion and his daughter are seated at the table, the girl facing away from the approaching Aaron.
Rion looks up as he approaches them. "Oh, you're here. Come, let me introduce you two."
Rion's daughter turns around, and Aaron plasters on a pleasant smile for a moment only for it to be replaced by shock and confusion when he sees her face. It has been years, but he recognises her.
"Riko?" he asks in surprise.
"Aaron?" She also has a similar look of surprise etched on her face.
"Hm?" Rion raises his eyebrows. "You two know each other?"
Know each other? That is the understatement of the year.
What? This is bad. How is Riko, Aaron's childhood best friend, Rion's daughter?
He hadn't even known she had a father. Does this even make sense?
How is this even possible? Aaron feels like he cannot breathe for a moment.
He can't be here; he needs to leave because this is more than he can handle.