Chapter 6
Koa had always had a strong refractory period.
His body just bounced back. He didn't have to wait, didn't have to put off more pleasure.
And with his Daddy eagerly drinking up his release, Koa's cock became hard so fast it hit his Daddy in the chin.
It made the other man giggle, which Koa appreciated.
What could have been awkward turned out to be amusing.
It was part of the reason he knew his Daddy was such a good fit.
"Someone is eager," Manny said, his eyes trailing down to Koa's leaking tip. "I am more than happy to take care of that for you."
Koa bit his lip and shook his head, which in turn made Manny frown.
"I want you inside me," he said, voice soft and low. It was an admission he didn't think he would make so soon. But there was just too much of a connection here, too much compatibility for him to pass it up.
"Are you sure, sweetheart?" Manny asked. "I need your explicit consent before I do this. I don't want to jeopardize what we're building here by rushing into things."
Koa melted, heart and body both. "I'm sure, Daddy. Thank you for checking." He glanced towards the nightstand. "There are condoms in the drawer, and lube too."
Manny didn't need any further confirmation. He dove for the drawer, pulling it open and gathering the supplies. When he returned to position himself between Koa's legs, he grinned devilishly. Koa whimpered. The sight was too enticing, too overwhelming to keep quiet.
"I've got you, sweetheart," Manny said.
He worked Koa open slowly, his fingers scissoring him in a way that was only slightly painful.
The burn was welcome, though, because he knew it would give him what he needed to be able to take all of Manny.
And there was a lot. He had seen his Daddy's cock when the man was standing.
He knew just how thick and long it was, how it was going to split him wide.
He relished the thought. He wanted it badly, desperately.
When his Daddy decided he was finally ready, it was as if the clouds parted and music began playing.
Manny sunk into Koa, inch by torturously slow inch.
Koa sucked in a breath, arching his back as the pleasure soared through him.
His body, which had been relaxed, was now strung tight.
He could already feel the orgasm ready to crash forward.
He didn't need any more stimulation. He didn't need a hand on his cock or for Manny to hit his prostate. The stretch alone was enough.
Manny grunted as he bottomed out. Their hips were aligned. They were connected in every way possible. Manny's hands were planted beside Koa's head. Koa reached up, wrapping his hands around Manny's wrists as if he were holding on for the ride. Manny noticed and smirked.
"Ready, sweetheart?" he asked once more.
Koa nodded quickly. He didn't have the ability to speak anymore, couldn't form words, not with how good he felt.
Thankfully, Manny didn't need words that time.
He pulled back, then plunged forward quickly.
The hard thrust was everything Koa needed and more.
It was pressure and power, pleasure without any kind of pain.
Manny thrust into him in a rhythm only he knew.
All Koa could do was try to hold on and keep up.
He spread his legs wider, anchoring them around Manny's hips.
The bed shook from how hard his Daddy thrust. It would have been violent if not for the affection in Manny's eyes.
His gaze traced over Koa's body, noticing every inch.
Koa could tell he was listening too, making sure to adjust himself depending on whether Koa moaned or whimpered, as if he were trying to make it as perfect for his boy as it was for himself.
It was everything Koa could ever hope for.
He was thinking of how he could enjoy this forever, how he'd found someone so perfectly matched that he couldn't see a life without Manny anymore, when his orgasm crashed forward.
It came violently, sucking the air from his lungs and sending him keening with a wail.
Manny kept pumping his hips, though his grunts grew in volume until he was just as loud as Koa.
Koa had a moment to reflect that his neighbors probably didn't appreciate how loud they were.
The walls weren't paper thin, but you could definitely hear them.
It was a problem for later, though. Right then he couldn't have cared if the entire city heard them.
Let them listen. They could be mad all they wanted.
Koa was too happy, too relieved to care.
When they both came down from their heights of pleasure, they were boneless.
Manny melted onto Koa, his weight a blanket over the other man.
Koa basked in it, happy to be smothered by him.
It didn't matter that he could barely breathe, didn't matter that he probably needed to get cleaned up, considering he was covered and filled with cum.
It could wait. His Daddy was most important.
This connection they shared, this moment — it was the first of what he hoped would be many.
His Daddy pulled back a few minutes later, his eyes watery. It alarmed Koa. He reached up, wiping a stray tear away.
"What's wrong?" he asked. He didn't use the title of Daddy. Didn't know if maybe he'd done something wrong and no longer could. Manny turned his head, kissing Koa's palm.
"Nothing is wrong, sweetheart. It's perfect. Wonderful. Everything I dreamed of. I'm so happy right now."
Koa could feel his own eyes becoming glossy. He knew how he felt, but to hear that Manny's emotions matched his own was the greatest gift.
"Me too, Daddy," he said. "I'm so happy you found me."
Manny hummed, leaning down to give Koa a brief kiss before easing out of him. Koa winced slightly, because for as hot as it was to be filled with a thick cock, it was also a lot when it came out.
Part of him wished they had foregone the condom. Then he would know what it would feel like to have Manny dripping out of him. Soon, he promised himself. They would need to get tested and make sure everyone was on the same page. He had no doubt his Daddy would be. The man was perfect for him.
"Let's get cleaned up, sweetheart. I want to hold you, if that's okay. Do you mind if I stay the night?"
Koa's head bobbed so fast he nearly smacked into his Daddy. "I want you to stay. Hundred percent. Don't leave." In his mind he added the word "ever." His feelings were that strong.
Manny looked at him as if he could read those thoughts. He smiled before rising from the bed and holding his hand out for Koa to join him.
As they entered the bathroom, Manny went about getting everything ready.
He told Koa to stand still as he tested the water temperature, then hunted around for all the soaps and washcloths he would need.
Koa watched with a peaceful feeling in his chest. His Daddy was taking care of him, had been taking care of him, just like Koa wanted. He didn't have to do anything.
Once everything was ready, Manny walked Koa into the shower stall, where he then proceeded to rinse away the mess they'd made of themselves and scrub Koa from head to toe.
There was not an inch of him that did not get soaked, scrubbed, and then rinsed clean.
Koa had never felt so thoroughly cared for.
No boyfriend or scene partner had gone to these lengths.
Manny had him stand to the side as he quickly washed himself.
Once they were done, he dried them off, making sure Koa stayed warm in the robe on the back of the door, before leading them into the bedroom.
He sat Koa down, then went about digging through the dresser for what Koa would need to wear to bed.
It was interesting to see the way Manny executed things.
It was like watching his mind work in real time.
Every piece of clothing he pulled from the drawer, every time he put one option back to look at another, it was like seeing his preferences play out, or maybe it was the fact that he was trying to guess Koa's preferences.
Koa wasn't sure, and he didn't have it in him to ask.
He was too deep in his regression, too lost to the feeling of peace.
He didn't want to disturb it, didn't want to have to be big, even for just a short while.
Manny came over once he had settled on what was needed. "Lay back for me, sweetheart."
Koa flopped onto his back, his arms falling to the sides. Manny chuckled and shook his head. "Silly boy." Koa grinned, liking the underlying amusement.
With an ease that didn't make sense given how little time they had spent together, Manny removed Koa's robe and dressed him in a pair of white tighty-whities and cookie-printed pajamas. The shorts slid up his thighs and over his bottom, and the soft top went over his head with ease.
Once he was dressed, Manny had him stand so he could put the robe back in the bathroom. His Daddy was still delightfully naked, and Koa bit his lip as he tried to fight off another erection. "Now is not the time," he told his body in a mumble.
"It's not the time for what, sweetheart?" Manny came back into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. Koa frowned but didn't complain. He had a moment to wonder what his Daddy was going to put back on when he realized he could just throw on his underwear again, maybe even his clothes.
Before he could ask, Manny picked up his discarded boxers and slid them up his waist. Koa waited to see if he would do anything further, and when he didn't, Koa breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't want anything else between his skin and his Daddy's.
He wanted to touch him as much as possible, to feel his warmth.
"Time for bed, sweetheart," Manny said. Pulling back the comforter, he motioned for Koa to climb in. Once Koa was settled in the middle of the bed, Manny slid in beside him, wrapping an arm around his boy's waist as he turned them sideways into a spooning position.
Koa sighed deeply, letting his body go lax.
"Sweet dreams, sweetheart," Manny whispered against the shell of Koa's ear.
"Night, Daddy," Koa replied as he closed his eyes.