Page 43 of Diva Pop

Jett grinned. “No, you’re perfect.”

They gazed into each other’s eyes, twining and untwining their fingers as a soft breeze blew and songbirds chirped in the background. He couldn’t remember being so satisfied with stillness, of being so comfortable in another man’s presence.

“I don't want to be handled like broken glass anymore. Take me to bed, Papa.”

He’d planned on being all decked out with full make-up and wearing the filthiest lingerie he could dig out of the bags Silas had brought over, but it didn’t matter. None of the extra bullshit mattered -- not when he knew Silas wanted him, not merely his persona.

“Are you ready for me to make love to you?”

“Does this answer your question?”

Jett untangled his fingers from Silas’ then guided his hand to the erection pushing against Jett’s sleep pants. Silas groaned as he cupped Jett’s balls through the loose fabric, his thumb brushing along Jett’s heated length. Jett’s lips parted on a sigh, his dick leaking, body aching for more from his Papa.

“Please, Papa. Don’t make me wait.”

Momentarily startled as he was swept up in Silas’ arms, he quickly relaxed now that he’d become accustomed to being carried by Silas. He’d done it more than once and Jett had decided it was hot as fuck and left him feeling cherished rather than silly.

They reached the bedroom and Silas gently laid Jett on the bed, his eyes locked on Jett the entire time. Here he was, in the least sexy outfit in the world, they hadn’t even started kissing yet, and his face was red hot. He’d never been so vulnerable with a man.

Silas straightened, leisurely unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes never leaving Jett as he did. Jett reached for the hem of his tee to yank it off, but Silas grabbed his uninjured wrist.

“No, baby boy. Let Papa bear take care of you.”

Jett’s breath hitched, his heart racing as he trembled with his need for Silas. As more and more of Silas’ skin was revealed, Jett drank in the view of the hard, muscled planes of Silas’ frame. He bent to lower his suit pants then removed his socks and shoes, his muscles rippling and bunching as he did.

The drool factor was real.

Silas crawled up the length of the bed to Jett, his heavy balls and thick cock hanging, teasing Jett with what would soon be his. When Silas reached him, he stopped to caress his cheek while still holding his gaze. Silas bent down to lick at his lips and Jett gladly opened up to him. Kissing Silas had been easy from the beginning, and already Jett had forgotten why he used to dislike it.

Silas deepened the kiss but kept it leisurely as if they had forever to be in each other’s arms. He combed his fingers through Jett’s hair then broke the exchange to place soft kisses on his brow, his nose, his chin, then back to his lips. Even though Jett ached to be fucked by Silas, this was mesmerizing.

Real.

Silas ran a palm under his T-shirt, kneading his flesh, tweaking his nipples. He used his hand as slowly as he’d used his lips, bringing Jett’s nerves alive and driving him crazy with need.

“Let’s get these clothes off, baby boy. I want to lick and taste every part of your body.”

Jett shivered, but not from being cold. No, Silas was the man he’d been waiting for his whole life. After his first crush on a much older dance teacher, the love that was never to be, he hadn’t allowed another man within shouting distance of his heart.

Silas had changed everything. If Silas asked, he’d give himself to his Papa bear forever.

After removing Jett’s tee and pants, Silas lowered his head, covering Jett’s mouth with his own. He opened up to Silas again, giving over control, trusting that his Papa had him and would keep him safe. His breath was stolen as Silas claimed him over and over with the glorious kiss.

As the exchange heated, his cock leaked more, and his need became unbearable. He opened his legs, an invitation for Silas to take him, to take control. Silas pinched and rolled Jett’s nipples, then kneaded and caressed Jett’s torso before starting again. Jett humped Silas’ thigh, begging for more with his urgent moans.

Jett gasped as Silas latched onto one of the nipples he’d been tormenting, then kissed his way to the other, scraping his teeth over the tightened nub. Jett arched his back, crying out for more as Silas nipped harder, sucking them raw. He’d feel them afterward, any fabric brushing against his skin a reminder of his Papa.

Licking and kissing his way down Jett’s body, Silas paused to dip his tongue into Jett’s navel, and he gasped, fighting the urge to laugh at the ticklish sensation. Jett closed his eyes, cupping Silas’ head with his good hand while allowing himself to be pampered by Silas’ talented tongue.

As Silas continued his journey down Jett’s body, his chest brushed against Jett’s sensitive cockhead, the coarse hairs giving him jolts of sensation. Silas lapped up the sticky drops of pre-cum that had dribbled onto his belly. Then he dragged his tongue along the crease of Jett’s hip and he startled from the sensation.

“Let me mark you.” He licked the same spot again. “I’ll only do it where no one can see.”

Jett swallowed down his emotion. “Do it, Papa. But not only where it’s hidden. I want everyone to know I belong to someone, that I belong to you.”

Silas let out a low growl then descended on him, sucking and pulling at Jett’s skin, making him crazy. He moved to the other side and repeated the action before soothing the raw areas with his tongue.

”My beautiful boy. Mine to care for, mine to…”

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