Chapter 16
Truce
Home. My place. My bed. If it was up to me, Kairo could move in right now.
We barely got through the front door before we were tearing off our clothes, leaving wool silk tangled with leather trousers on the entryway floor. Kairo clawed off his pink bra top leaving only the sexy too-tight briefs in place as he tumbled onto my bed.
He rolled and I saw his back was still red.
“Slow down,” I said, though that was the last thing I wanted.
“Why?”
“I need to see to your back.”
“It’s hot and maybe it burns, Daddy, but it doesn’t hurt. Not really-really. Daddy, touch me all over. Please! Now!”
“Who did we agree was in charge?”
He fell onto his side groaning. “You’re mean. So mean.”
Maybe he was right. I enjoyed doing all of that to him so much, my own needs striking lightening through me. I had to have him, but I also made a BDSM oath to myself that aftercare was as important as everything else. Aftercare could include orgasms, but first things first.
I reached to my nightstand drawer for disinfectant wipes and a topical cream. I always used these on my subs.
“On your tummy, little one.”
He rolled over and I gently wiped him down. The best part was pulling his briefs to his ankles. I tended to that pretty ass, taking my time, especially with the cream.
Impatient, Kairo kept rocking his hips.
I shucked off my harness and underwear until I could crouch naked over him. My hard cock rubbed its juices over his sensitive skin.
He stuck his ass up, wiggling.
I wanted to plunge into him. He was ready now.
It was in the air between us, electric, charged.
But he’d never been stretched before, never had even so much as a toy inside him.
Good thing I was a patient top. Good thing we’d already talked about testing and condoms and PrEP in the beginning. We had mutually decided on no condoms.
“Daddy, oh, please. Please!”
“I’ve got you, baby. Trust Daddy just a little longer.”
“Green. Green.”
I smiled down at him, his head buried in the pillows, ass up as I crouched between his reddened thighs. I grabbed the oil, always present on my nightstand, and poured it on my hands and down the crack of his ass.
He squealed, a sound that had become pure happiness to me. “Daddy, it’s cold.”
“Sorry.” I knew better. I always warm it up in my hands first, then dribble it wherever it needs to go. We were both impatient. No fault there.
I stroked him over his cheeks, then pressed the oil down from tailbone to taint.
It was the first time I allowed myself to touch his hole.
Quick skims at first, then focused circles.
My fingers spread him until I could fully see his entrance.
It was dark pink and hairless. I realized he’d prepared himself. For me.
My heart lurched in my chest.
“Thoughtful, Baby.” My voice had an echo to it.
“Daddy, touch me.”
“Green?”
“Green.”
“Relax, baby. I’ve got you.”
I pushed one finger inside him and leaned over his back. “Relax.” For a moment, I was sorry I’d rushed. I hadn’t kissed and cuddled him properly. But he didn’t seem to mind. He kept wiggling and begging.
Gently, I probed and rubbed. I added more oil. The ashy sweet scent of it rose in the air.
“Daddy, it’s too much but I want it.”
“Thank you for speaking up, baby.” I slowed down, my forefinger searching for that one special spot I was adept at finding. And there it was. I pressed lightly. Kairo jumped. My smile widened.
“That’s—that’s really good, Daddy!”
“You’re doing so well, baby.”
“I want to do this. I want you.”
He began to babble as I got another finger into him. My needy cock dripped. My balls were so tight they throbbed as if in a vise.
When I pulled my fingers out, he was wailing. Begging. His stretched hole gaped. I quickly oiled myself up, trying to avoid any stimulation. I was close, not used to losing this sort of control.
“Baby, are you ready?”
“Please. Yes.”
“I’ll go slow. You tell me to stop if anything hurts too much. We’ll rest until your body relaxes.”
“I want that feeling again. That spot inside me where your finger went. I want that. Please.”
I lined myself up. My slick cockhead poked at the open hole. The tip went in perfectly. I pushed. “Do you feel me?”
“Daddy, so hard. So big.”
“I can stop.”
“No. I need my daddy.”
“Do you want your daddy?” I pushed again.
He screamed into the pillows. “Yes.”
The third time I pressed forward I felt him open up to me and went further to show him he could do this.
He lifted his head and made grunting sounds. Then he rocked back onto me and half my shaft buried itself inside him, past his shaved, glistening ring squeezing me. I began to pant.
“Halfway there, baby.”
“More?” He echoed my panting.
“It’s going to be easier now.” And it was also not going to last long.
“It’s so much.”
“Too much?”
“No. I want it all.”
“My brave boy.”
I looked down at where we joined. My cock flared.
He was hot and tight around me, the best sex toy ever.
But he wasn’t a toy. He was a man. He had the heart and capacity to allow this with me for his first time.
The first night I'd seen him he ran. Now he was splayed out before me giving me everything.
My cock slid into him inch by inch. With every push, I gave him breaks to get used to the stretch and feel. Finally, I was fully inside him. I gave more praise.
“So beautiful. You have all of me.”
He could barely speak. I almost missed his words. “It’s amazing, Daddy. Am I good for you?”
“You feel so good, baby.”
“Yay.” He grunted and wiggled his ass.
I nearly fell onto him. “You are my whole world.”
More moaning as I slowly moved back, letting him feel it, then pressed in. With each pass it got easier. I knew I’d found his sweet spot when his muscles relaxed as his inside walls clutched.
“I won’t last,” I said.
“Please, Daddy. Come inside me.”
Sweat and damp hair tickled my forehead. I guided him with my hands on his hips as I moved in and out. His hole was beautiful as it gripped me, the ring shiny and taut as it sheathed me. I ran my hands over the still pinked curves of his ass. The skin was hot.
Orgasmic ripples began to flood through me. My balls were orbs of flame, my cock a rigid bar of steel. Something had to give. Now.
I yelled to the four walls of the room, my head back, and gave one final, hard thrust. Everything exploded.
My world went white. My body seemed to stretch up and sideways in impossible ways.
I came forward, arms going around him, pulling him up to me, his back to my chest, his head falling back on my shoulder.
I reached around him to milk him. My mouth opened and closed.
I couldn’t see, only feel the warm body in my arms and hear his happy sobs.
When reason returned we both slumped forward. I caught my breath and pulled out, keeping it slow and smooth, then turning us both onto our sides.
His face was wet and beaming in afterglow as he looked at me. His mouth curved. “Daddy, it feels like you’re still inside me. It’s all warm and full.”
I grabbed a towel and placed it between his thighs. “I love being inside you.”
“You’re so patient.” He hugged me. “You let me get used to it and then when I stopped being nervous it was like a trip in a rocket. When can we do that again?”
“To the moon and back.” I laughed. “Any time you want.”
“I love you, Daddy.”
I bent my head. Now, at last, I could finally kiss him.
We both napped. Later, in the darkness, Kairo woke and asked, “Daddy, were they staring at you or at me tonight?”
“You, baby. All you.”
“But you’re the main one. I know that.”
“Your little outfit, the way you submitted so compliantly to me, the way you called me Daddy with reverence, how you took the impacts with innocent wonder… they were mesmerized. Believe me.”
“Daddy?”
“Yes.”
“Can I have my pull-ups instead of this towel?”
“Yes.”
“And my binkie. And Area 51.”
“You can have it all.”
After we both used the bathroom, I had all Kairo’s things laid out. Slowly, I pulled the diaper over his hips. He bounced, sitting on the edge of the bed as I handed him his alien and the binkie. I held up his jammies.
“No, Daddy. I want to feel your skin on mine.”
I kissed the tip of his nose. “Me, too.”
He scooted back and I pulled the covers over him. I crawled under the covers next to him, then grabbed the binkie from his grip. He opened his mouth and I popped it in.
What a night we’d had. The best night ever.
He cuddled close to me, eyes closed, lips sucking his binkie. When his muscles relaxed, I held him close. He slept like the baby he was, head on my chest, all the way through until morning.