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Whatever pleased his boy was all that Calvin cared about, so he pulled off Ellery’s cock immediately. He pushed back on Ellery’s thighs, unable to resist the temptation to briefly mouth his sac before swiping his tongue a few times over Ellery’s twitching hole. Next time, he’d take a leisurely tour, pierce Ellery’s hole with his tongue and fuck his ass until his boy screamed.

But for now, Calvin needed his cock buried in Ellery’s ass instead.

Calvin sat up, straddling his sweet boy as he reached for the lube. He tore open the packet and squeezed out half the contents onto his fingers. Ellery remained silent—other than his frantic breathing—watching Calvin’s every move.

As Calvin quested between Ellery’s ass cheeks, he kept his gaze trained on Ellery’s face, drinking in each rapturous expression from his boy. Calvin teased Ellery’s rim, waiting until he was begging before breaching him with one finger. Calvin slowly fucked him with the digit, teasing him further.

Once Ellery reached the point where he was impaling himself on Calvin’s finger, he added a second, then a third. He crooked one of them to stimulate Ellery’s gland, his own hard length leaking, aching to be inside his boy.

Calvin couldn’t wait any longer and quickly withdrew his hand, reluctant to break eye contact with Ellery as he reached for the condom. During one of their many conversations, Ellery shared that he liked both butt plugs and cock cages. The recollection made Calvin’s crisis even more imminent. He might have more staying power now that he was older, but his beautiful boy would make any man young again.

God, they were going to have so much fun together.

With trembling fingers, Calvin got the damn package open. He slid the condom on, added the remaining lube then guided his cock to Ellery’s opening. Calvin moved in for a kiss, then straightened again. He wanted to witness the moment when he penetrated Ellery for the first time.

As he spread his boy open with the blunt end of his cock, Calvin’s breathing hitched, the sensation of Ellery’s snug passage gripping him so agonizingly wonderful. Ellery’s eyes rounded and Calvin paused. No matter how challenging it was not to continue, he’d never hurt his boy under any circumstances.

Ellery threw his arms around Calvin’s neck and pulled them closer. His brow creased as if he were in pain—but it wasn’t the pain Calvin had assumed.

“Please… Fuck me, Daddy. I want to feel you for days.”

“Jesus…” Calvin muttered, unable to hold back any longer.

Calvin rocked his hips, sliding all the way into Ellery until their bodies were flush, with Calvin fully seated in Ellery’s ass. He sucked in a deep breath, needing a moment to regain his control. After giving Ellery another deep kiss, he moved, his thrusts increasing in strength with each push.

Soon, Ellery was meeting his every move, their combined grunts and groans filling the room, skin slapping as Calvin fully claimed his boy.

A tingle built at the base of his spine and his balls tightened. Calvin shoved a hand between their bodies, grasping Ellery’s cock in his fist then furiously pumping his hard, silken flesh in time with their thrusts. Ellery threw back his head against the pillow, his face twisting in a grimace of pleasure as warm cum erupted over Calvin’s fingers.

The tiny flutters from Ellery’s insides rippled around Calvin’s dick and pushed him over the edge. He froze, his cries joining Ellery’s as he pumped his seed into the condom.

Fucking barrier.

They were getting tested as soon as possible, and if Ellery let him, he was going to breed his boy.

After his hectic breathing slowed, he peppered Ellery’s face with kisses. He ended with a gentle exploration of his sweet mouth, savoring his boy’s flavor.

Calvin raised his head and framed Ellery’s face with his palms, stroking his thumbs over his cheeks. He stared down at the amazing creature who had literally fallen into his life and changed everything. If he was being brutally truthful, Ellery had reignited his passion for life.

For love.

Chapter Eleven

Ellery lay in Calvin’s arms with his head resting on his Daddy’s chest and one leg draped over Calvin’s legs. What an amazing night they’d had, and even better, they’d shared a bed. He’d been so worried he would be shuffled off to his nursery room after they made love. Not that he didn’t think his boat bed was awesome, but Daddy’s arms werewaybetter.

Another thought kept swirling through his mind. Ellery idly plucked at the hairs on Calvin’s chest and pondered what it would be like to actually live with him as his boy. So far, all he’d come up with was that it would be perfect. However, Mr. Responsible kept barging into his thoughts to remind Ellery that he should ask more questions.

On the plus side, Ellery felt as if he’d gotten past most of his insecurities regarding how serious Calvin was about their relationship. After all, asking him to move in was pretty damn serious.

Calvin let out a low hum, the deep guttural tone an aphrodisiac to Ellery. “Good morning, baby boy.”

Ellery grinned against Calvin’s skin. “Good morning, Daddy.” He wiggled against Daddy’s hip—just in case it wasn’t clear that he was rock hard and ready.

Calvin gave a throaty chuckle and clasped the hand Ellery had placed on Calvin’s chest. “I know, sweetheart. You’re such a good boy, so you definitely deserve a reward.” He brought their joined hands to his lips then pressed a kiss to Ellery’s knuckles. “However, I was thinking a shower is called for first.”

Ellery snuggled harder against Calvin’s frame. “Just a few more minutes, Daddy? You’re so warm.”

“When you put it like that, how can I resist?”

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