Page 52 of In the Name of the Father

“Hi, Daddy. Did our package arrive?”

Malcolm loved that Seth had referred to box with the cock cage as ‘our’. He also didn’t miss the way Seth had subtly pushed back against his erection, either.

“Yes, it certainly did. Are you almost finished here?” He nuzzled Seth behind his ear.

“Oh…” Seth whispered. “Um, yes. Just a couple more minutes.”

Malcolm gave him a smack on his butt. He was still keeping his touch light, but if he ever detected that the act was turning Seth on, he’d try adding it to their morning routine.

“I’ll be waiting in the dining room. Don’t dally.”

Seth peered over his shoulder. “I won’t.” He smiled. “I can’t wait.”

With a light heart, Malcolm left the kitchen and returned to the dining room. He ran over everything he had planned for them in his mind. While Seth had been busy with meal preparation, Malcolm had been doing his own type of preparation in the bathroom. Seth’s boundaries would be pushed for sure. And even though Seth was anticipating the cock cage, who knew what his response would be once he put it on.

Seth rounded the corner and his eyes widened when the box came into view. “That’s an awfully large box for that little cage.”

Malcolm grinned. He was having a blast. “Hmm, you’re right. Maybe you should open it up and check what’s inside.”

Seth’s brow creased and he regarded Malcolm with a wary gaze. “Nothing’s going to jump out at me, is it?”

Malcolm let out a snorting laugh. “God, I hope not.” At Seth’s arched eyebrows, he pointed toward the box cutter he’d brought out. “I swear there’s nothing alive or out to get you in there.”

One corner of Seth’s mouth quirked in a smile. “Just making sure.”

Malcolm watched in fascination at how careful Seth was being while he opened the package. Was it nerves over what the box contained? Or was it yet another behavior leftover from when Seth had been so stifled growing up?

Once the tape was cut on all sides, Seth pulled open the flaps, frowning as he peered at the contents.

“There’s a bunch of stuff in here, all rolled up in bubble wrap.” Seth lifted his gaze. “May I?”

“Yes, sweetheart. You may.”

Malcolm covered his mouth with one hand and worked to keep his expression blank as Seth removed the first object. He could already tell what it was, but he knew Seth couldn’t.

“Wow.” He frowned. “This is really heavy.”

Why did they have to put that one on top? Malcolm decided a bit of a warning was necessary. “Don’t worry, baby. We won’t be using this now, and we don’t ever have to if you tell me it’s a red for you. This was a ‘just in case’ purchase.”

Seth appeared concerned, but he unrolled the bubble wrap then tossed the plastic onto the table. His frown deepened as he held the thick butt plug with three graduating sections in the palm of his hand. He chewed on his lip as he tilted his head this way and that.

“Um…” Seth tested the weight of the plug again. “We looked at so many things on that site, but I still can’t figure out what this is.”

Malcolm moved closer to Seth, then placed a hand at his lower back. He took the plug from him.

“Not for now, and not ever unless you agree, remember?”

Seth gave him a guarded look. “You make it sound scary.”

Malcolm scratched his temple. “Yeah, I suppose I am.” He pressed a kiss to Seth’s cheek. “I don’t mean to. I guess I keep overthinking because of how innocent you are, how protective I am because of what you’ve been through.”

Seth lowered his chin. “I don’t like that word.”

Malcolm was taken aback. “Protective?”

He shook his head. “No. Innocent.”

Malcolm set the plug down on the table then angled Seth’s body so that they faced each other. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Does it feel as if I’m insulting you somehow?”

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