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Simon lifted his weight, rolling slightly to the side of me. All the while his hand kept stroking the skin of my hip, moving closer to where I wanted him, but not fast enough. I let out a huff of impatience, which caused him to laugh softly.

“Let Daddy explore. Your skin is so soft.” His fingertips grazed against the heated flesh of my cock, and I let out an inarticulate grunt. Simon’s lips brushed against the shell of my ear, warm puffs of breath sending a delicious frisson of heat along my skin. “My baby boy has such a pretty cock.” The fingers tightened around me, stroking me—gently, not enough to come. It was divine torture. “I can’t wait to get my mouth on it.”

That was it.

I came so hard I was pretty sure I saw stars. All the while, Daddy peppered kisses on my skin and stroked my oversensitive cock, his hand now slick with my come. The dirty image made my cheeks heat.

“How was that, baby bear?”

“S-good.” I slurred a little, my brain slowing down as my body relaxed against Simon’s. I couldn’t mistake the bulge in his pants. He’d looked after me, so I should return the favour. I didn’t know what to do, but I was certain Daddy would show me. I laughed a little at how easy it was to think of Simon as Daddy, how the term came so naturally.

“Daddy?” I asked as I skimmed my fingers along Simon’s hip.

“Yeah, baby?”

“You didn’t, you know.”

Simon’s eyes lit up with amusement. “No, I don’t know.”

“Come,” I blurted out, blushing as I said it.

“Oh, that’s okay. This wasn’t about me coming. I wanted to look after you, and that gave me a lot of pleasure.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah, my morning jerk off is going to be replaying those images on a loop.” Simon gave me a filthy grin, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I mean, you don’t have to do it yourself now you have me.” I shrugged, feeling rather brave for saying that.

“We’ll get there, baby, believe me. But I meant it when I said I wasn’t going to push you beyond what you’re ready for. We’ve already moved pretty fast.” Simon kissed my nose and cheeks and then sat up. “You lay still. I’ll get a washcloth to clean you up, and then I think it’s time for bed.”

He came back with a warm washcloth and wiped me down, pulling my pants back up and then sitting me in his lap. I really liked how he could just lift and manhandle me. This might be a new kink for me. I was finding I had a lot of them now.

I leaned against Simon’s chest and muffled a yawn into my hand. I could fall asleep like this, nestled against Simon, but would he want me to sleep in my own bed? He’d said he wanted to take things slowly, and I supposed sharing a bed would be another big step.

“I can hear you thinking, Rhys.”

Tipping my head back, I looked up at Simon. “Um, I was just wondering—where I would sleep tonight.” I rushed the last part out and then looked away. Hmm. The rug looked like it needed a good vacuum. I’d do that tomorrow.

Simon grabbed my chin and tipped my head back so I was looking at him. “I was hoping you’d be sleeping with me—only sleeping mind, you. We’ve already moved a little faster than I was planning.”

“Okay. I didn’t want to sleep in my bed, but I didn’t want to be presumptuous. I have nightmares, and I don’t want to keep you awake.” I’d had them for years. Sometimes they were night terrors and, like happened tonight, I wet myself. Simon had said it was nothing to be ashamed of or worried about, and that my body was not in my control when it happened, but it still embarrassed me.

“That’s why I want you in my bed, baby bear. I can comfort you if they happen, and be close when you need me. I want you in my bed safe and snug with me.” He pulled me closer against him, and I couldn’t help it. I started to cry. I was pretty sure they were happy tears, relief that Simon cared for me like I did him, and that I had found my happy place in his arms.

“It’s okay baby bear, you let it out. We’re together in this, right?”

I nodded against Simon’s chest.

I let out a squeak when he stood, still holding me. Damn, he was strong. I managed to wiggle around so my legs wrapped around his waist. It should have felt silly—I was a grown man—but it felt perfect and right. I rested my head on Simon’s shoulder as he walked up the hallway, making a brief stop to grab my bears before we headed into Simon’s room.

Wrapped in Simon’s arms, his soft snores making me giggle, I couldn’t quite believe this was real. I was afraid if I closed my eyes, I’d open them to find myself back up in my room. I blinked tiredly, looking around Simon’s room. Two large, framed photos hung above the bed—both black and white photos of men, nude, in striking sensual poses. The one really caught my eye was a man kneeling. The way the shadows and light played across his bowed back was beautiful. I had to remember to ask Simon about that one. My thoughts slowed as I listened to Simon’s breathing and soaked up his warmth. Finally, I let myself drift off into slumber, still hoping this wasn’t all some perfect dream.

Chapter 11

SIMON

I awoke to a warm body pressed against my chest, and soft blonde curls tickling my nose. Smiling to myself, I soaked in the warmth of Rhys’s body against mine. Letting out a soft huff of breath, Rhys rolled onto his back, still out for the count judging by the soft little snores he was making. Things had moved fast, but I couldn’t say I was totally shocked, especially since connections made were hard and fast in relationships like ours.

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