Page 59 of Viking Ink

“Daddy, I think you’ve broken my butt.” His voice was muffled by the comforter. He was currently a Rhys-shaped lump in the bed.

“Maybe Daddy should kiss it better.” I pulled the quilt back and my sweet baby bear let out a squeal and a giggle as I flipped him over. He gave his cute little butt a wiggle as I groped at the soft flesh, spreading his cheeks. I gently ran a finger over his hole. His rim looked a little red, but otherwise none the worse for wear from our romp last night. Just thinking about it and having a warm wiggly boy in my arms was getting me hard again.

“Are you feeling needy, Daddy?” Rhys arched up under my hands as I played with his arse cheeks, rubbing and squeezing them.

“Oh, Daddy is always needy when he has a cute boy in his arms. But if you’re too sore, we don’t have to do anything.” While being buried balls deep in my sweet Rhys would be a perfect way to start the day, I could understand if he was hesitant, and I wanted Rhys to enjoy sex with me.

Rhys turned toward me, his face still sweetly sleep-mussed, colour high on his cheeks. “I’m needy too, Daddy.” The admission made his cheeks blush darker.

“Roll onto your side, baby. Daddy has an idea.” The lube was still sitting on the nightstand where I’d put it after nearly sitting on it when I came back to bed last night. Squirting out a decent amount, I smoothed it between Rhys’s cheeks and thighs, then spread more over my cock. Just doing that had me on a hair trigger, with the way Rhys’s sweet bottom was right there, ready for me to devour.

I lay down behind him, wrapping an arm around his waist and fisting his cock softly, “You tell Daddy if it gets too much.”

“I promise.” Rhys let out a soft moan as I slipped my cock between his cheeks. His moans grew deeper when my cock brushed against his balls, the lube doing its job and then some as I slid between his thighs with ease. I ran my thumb over the head of his cock and he leaned back into my arms, making those soft breathy moans I was becoming addicted to.

“Oh, fuck, Daddy, that feels so good.” His slim fingers wrapped around mine as we jerked his cock slowly together. I kept my movements slow and unhurried, enjoying the buzz of anticipation. I loved the sleepy laziness of it. There was something so sexy about getting to have my boy like this in the dim early morning light.

I kissed along the delicate line of Rhys’s throat, leaving love bites for all to see. I was a possessive man and made no bones about it, and Rhys’s alabaster skin proved the perfect canvas for my desires.

Rhys’s free hand tangled with mine above his head as we both moved with breathless moans and whispered curses. I loved that my normally quiet boy gained a potty mouth when we were intimate. It satisfied a primal side of my nature that I could drive him to utter curse words so easily when we fucked.

“Daddy, I want to look at you when I come,” Rhys gasped out as I fisted his cock.

I released his body and rolled onto my back. Rhys quickly got the idea and straddled my hips. He was so fucking beautiful. With the morning sun slanting in through the windows and catching his hair, it looked like he was surrounded by a golden halo.

“Fucking beautiful.” I said, my thoughts tumbling out of my mouth. I seemed to have caught Rhys’s propensity to speak my thoughts aloud.

Rhys smiled shyly and reached down with his long finely boned fingers. He wrapped his hand around us both, the lube allowing for a slow glide without unpleasant friction. He seemed entranced by our cocks gliding together, his lips parting. “You’re so much bigger than me, Daddy.”

“Maybe longer, but you’ve got some nice girth there, baby bear. You’d fill Daddy up so good.” My balls grew tight at the thought, and I could see my words affected Rhys just the same.

“You’d—I could—” Rhys’s words came out in soft pants as he stroked our lengths faster. I wrapped my hand around his, bringing my other hand up to tweak at one of his dusky nipples.

“Oh yeah, baby. Sometimes Daddy is going to want his little bear to breed him good.”

Rhys tipped his head back and his strokes lost coordination as he arched his back. Warm stripes of come landed on my belly and coated my cock, and the smell and sensation had me spilling across my belly, my come mixing with his.

“Fuck!” Rhys growled out as he collapsed on top of me in a messy sprawl. I groaned in agreement.

“Did you mean it?” His voice came out muffled against my chest. His head was tipped away from me, but I could imagine he was blushing.

Feeling like a shit stirring prick, I feigned confusion. “Mean what?”

Rhys wiggled and squirmed, rolling over. I was right—his cheeks were high with colour and not just from our morning’s workout. “I—umm.”

I scratched my beard and gave him a confused look. “Is that a question?” The little scowl I was rewarded with was adorable.

“You know what I mean. You’re being obtuse on purpose.” He pushed up on my chest, poking me.

“My, full of fire this morning, aren’t we?” I chuckled. Wrapping a hand around his neck, I pulled him down into a kiss. Pulling away, I smiled. “And yeah, sometimes I like to bottom.”

“Oh shit, now my brain is going to spin that on repeat all day. Thanks, Daddy.” He rolled his eyes and snuggled back in my arms.

“Well, lucky for us it’s a Sunday, and we don’t have to think about much besides discussing someone’s upcoming birthday, and how we want our dynamic to work out.” I kept kissing Rhys face as I spoke, and saw him light up when I mentioned his birthday.

“Birthday?” His eyes went adorably large.

“Hmm. It seems someone is having a birthday soon, and I would be a pretty slipshod Daddy if I didn’t organise a party for the birthday boy.” I watched as Rhy’s face transformed from confused to tenderly shy.

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