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That didn’t let me know what he thought of belonging to me, but I knew what he was begging for.

“Yes, I’m going to give my good boy penis tickles and tinglies, and you’re going to love your reward.” His squeak was his only verbal response, but I got another kiss and he started sucking on my earlobe like I was his binkie.

“That’s right. Daddy’s good boy gets special rewards.” But I wasn’t going to rush into them, so I rubbed him through his clothes for a few more seconds to make sure safewords wouldn’t pop out.

They didn’t.

He whined and whimpered.

He made needy sounds and licked me.

But no colors…not even random ones.

So I released the front of his pants and eased the zipper down just enough to free his cock. Leaving him as clothed as I could as I pushed his briefs down in the front, I rubbed the head of his erection and teased his slit as he sucked in another breath and thrust up against my hand. “Tickles for a good boy.”

The playfulness of the scene might’ve fried his brain but he held on tight and made quick inhales that made me want to laugh. He was dramatic even without words and it was adorable. It also wasn’t going to last long because precum had already slicked the head, and every time I ran my fingers over his slit, his cock throbbed.

“I love how you like my tickles.” He also loved it when I pressed against the tip based on the sounds it got me. “You’re such a good boy.”

He licked my ear and nibbled on it before going back to sucking, and it was entirely too easy to picture his lips wrapped around something a lot lower. I knew I wouldn’t last if he kept it up, so I worked his cock faster. “Let me see how much you love Daddy’s attention. Let me see how much you love getting rewards for being a good boy.”

All it took to push him over the edge was wrapping my hand around his shaft and giving it one long stroke. Paxton let out the sexiest moan and his body tensed as his cock throbbed and his orgasm fired through him.

I kept playing with him until he went limp against me and settled back into just snuggling into my neck. Most of his mess was in my hand, so I brought it up to my lips and started to taste my boy. I didn’t think there was anything odd about it, but Paxton went still.

It didn’t seem to be a safeword issue, so I just licked up his cum before tucking him back into his pants. “We’ll clean you up in a second. I can’t reach the tissues. My arms are too short.”

That got a giggle out of him, so it seemed we’d turned the tide on the cum issue. “You can just reach your books.”

“Yep. It’s my book chair.” Getting real words made me smile and I eased him back just enough to look into his eyes as he blushed and squirmed. “What are your limits in getting a kiss right now?”

Eyes going wide, he licked his lips. “I…I like kissing?”

It wasn’t terribly confident, so I had a feeling he’d never tasted himself on a lover before, but I didn’t question him. “I’m glad. I like kissing too.”

Bringing my lips to his, I brushed against them lightly until he opened his mouth. I didn’t know if it was instinctual or not on his part, but I deepened the kiss, letting him taste himself on my tongue as I made love to his mouth.

His moans vibrated through me as he went boneless again, wrapping himself around me as I kissed him until he was breathless. When I finally released his lips, he was fuzzy-brained and his gaze was unfocused, so I gave him a gentle peck. “I’m really liking our first date, cutie.”

Licking his lips, he nodded slowly. “I…me too, Daddy.”

I had no doubt about that, but hearing him put so much effort into his words made it even more perfect…and I hoped our second date would be just as memorable.

Chapter 9

Paxton

If Daddies took care of their littles…or subs or their people. Yes, if Daddies took care of their people, then—

Oops.

Fraser was amazingly fast for someone who was so built.

He frowned quickly too because by the time he had me steady again, his expression was bouncing between concerned and frustrated. “Alright, is there something we need to talk about? You are incredibly distracted and are going to end up killing yourself, not finding bugs.”

I was doing my best to find a very reasonable response and not explain that beetles weren’t bugs when he kept going. “If we went too far last night or if our conversation was this upsetting to you, then we’re going to need to find another—”

Shoot.

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