“No.” Logan shook his head. “That’s him. The familiar might make me feel it more but it’s him.”
“That’s true,” Dean agreed.
Logan looked him in the eye. “I love you too.”
Dean smiled. “I’ve been in love with you before you even knew about me. You are so kind to everyone around you. You work hard and make sure that the people on your crews are taken care of. Everyone in town loves you. It didn’t take me more than one meeting to know I’d been blessed.”
Logan turned red.
“I love you, Logan, my boy, my sweet and special cupcake.”
“Daddy,” Logan moaned before kissing him.
This was much better.
Dean’s magic pulsed as Logan went from sad to happy fast. Almost too fast. Logan was pushing thoughts of his family away but Dean could handle that later.
They had just exchanged their first I love yous and they needed to celebrate.
Dean leaned forward to place Logan on his back, hovering over him. “Daddy is going to show his boy just how much I love you.”
“Please,” Logan begged.
“Are you hard for me?” Dean cupped Logan’s erection.
“Yes!” Logan hissed, lifting his hips and pushing into Dean’s palm. “Always.”
“I’m going to take this nice thick cock down on my throat. Are you going to give Daddy his breakfast?”
“What…” Logan panted. “What if someone sees us?”
“I already put a protection spell around us,” Dean told him. “I would never put you in a vulnerable position when I know you’re wearing your pretties for me.”
“Thank…thank you, Daddy!”
“Now lie still and let me have my treat,” Dean ordered.
Logan lay in the thick grass, shaded by the big tree, peering at Dean with big eyes.
Dean tugged Logan’s sweatpants off his hips and to his knees.
“Such a pretty picture.” Logan looked good in pink.
“Push your shirt up, baby. I want to see those pretty pierced nipples.”
Logan hurried to comply.
Dean ran his palms over the silk, under the lace, until he could feel the piercing adorning Logan’s gorgeous cock. His mouth watered, wanting to please his boy.
“I need—” Logan begged.
Dean carefully slid the panties off around Logan’s thick shaft. He didn’t want to stretch the material too much.
Leaning over, Dean took the tip of Logan’s erection in his mouth.
He bobbed down as Logan cried out.
Logan buried his hands in Dean’s hair, pushing his hips up.