Page 17 of Daddy's Little Chaos Gremlin

His hair was so long and thick that when I ran my fingers through it, the strands fell in waves over my hand. He tasted like the strawberry milk we’d had right before Mr. Phillip had arrived, and as his finger skimmed down the center of my back, I flicked my tongue over his lips, tasting them. He cupped my assand dragged me closer, using his hold on me to rock our bodies together as we made out.

“Is it okay if I touch more?” he murmured against my lips, even as a finger slid down my crease, not very far, just enough so there wasn’t any mistaking what he was talking out.

“Can I touch, too?” I asked as my hand glided up his hip.

“I’d be sad if you didn’t.”

I wanted to see if his nipples were sensitive, like mine were, and the moment I glided a fingertip over one, he gasped and pressed his hips against mine, grinding our erections together. Giving it a little pinch produced a shudder, and he whined as he kissed along the edge of my jaw, his breathy words sending puffs of warm air against my skin. He barely ghosted a finger over my entrance, and I could feel the growing wetness between us as precum dribbled from our cocks, the constant friction ratcheting the level of pleasure up with every glide.

“Y-you don’t have any toys, do you?” he moaned as I twisted the nipple I’d pinched. “M-mine are stuck in the room with Daddy.”

He cried out the word when I pinched a second time, a shiver running through his body while I tried to figure out why he wanted to play something now when we were already having so much fun. It only dawned on me that he meant the other kind of toys when he slid the tip of a spit-slicked finger inside me and all I could think about was that it wasn’t enough, and I needed more.

“N-o,” I choked out, squirming as my cheeks heated up a little. “N-never had the n-n-nerve to b-buy one.”

Purring in my ear, he nuzzled my neck, lightly nipping the skin as we caressed one another. “Hmmm, we’ll have to fix that.”

I’d have asked why he needed toys when he had a Daddy, but this moment made it painfully obvious. I doubted he topped and I knew I didn’t, so heavy petting, frotting, and fingering were just going to have to get us where we wanted to be. Not that I minded. I was already so keyed up that when he pressed his finger deeper, I squirmed and rocked against him, pinched his nipple and twisted until he cried out, coming as hard as I did when he hit that magic spot inside of me and made everything explode.

In the aftermath, as we lay gasping and panting, lips so close together we could share lazy kisses as we sighed and moaned, I couldn’t think of a single moment that had been more perfect. His hand still pressed against the curve of my ass, holding me tight to him, and I wondered if he had the same fear that I did, that if one of us let go, the other would just vanish and we’d wake up alone, horny from the remnants of a dream. I’d lost track of how many times I’d woken up that way, sad to discover that the fantasy my dreams had created was nothing more than a memory evaporating into a haze of fragmented memories.

“I don’t wanna move,” he murmured, “even to finish Daddy’s drawing.”

“I think he’s gonna be awhile,” I said as a whisper of a curse drifted out from beneath the door.

“Yeah, he’s still chewin’ someone’s ass.”

Giggling, I rested my head on his shoulder and settled in for a little nap, wondering how long it would be before he finished ripping someone a new one and emerged to discover us nakedand messy from dried sweat and cum. My last thought, before I drifted off, was to wonder if he’d clean us up before he fed us, or if he’d just make us messier once he’d seen what we’d done.

9

TRISTAN

All right, boys, I need you to wake up and focus on me, come on now.

Daddy’s voice dripped into my dreams, melting the naked image of Zephyr with his legs wrapped around the moon as he dangled from it, holding a star out to me.

“Don’t wanna,” I grumbled, trying to tug the blanket over my head only Daddy yanked it away.

Evil Daddy.

There was no light streaming in through the windows when I cracked one eye open, which meant it was nighttime already, which was sleepy time and I was sleepin’. Couldn’t Daddy see that? We were fine right here on the pillows, even if we didn’t have as many as when Daddy had laid them down for our movie time. Zephyr was all warm and soft, clinging to me like a contented little koala, we’d be fine spending the night this way.

“You might not want to, but you are going to get up and go get your things together so we can meet the plane.”

“But I don’t wanna go anywhere, ‘specially not nowhere we gotta fly.”

“Tristan, you will get your behind up this instant and do as I say, please,” Daddy said, scowling at me as he gently shook Zephyr, who slept far more soundly than I did.

“Come on now, baby boy, time to get up. That’s it, open your eyes for me.”

I was still pouting about having to move at all as I watched Zephyr stir and blink sleepy, confused eyes at me.

“Is it morning?” he murmured as he clumsily tried to brush the hair from his eyes.

It just made a bigger mess when I tried to help, but I wanted to remember that soft look on his face for the next time I was sketching, because tousled, sated and sprawled out with ropes still coiled loosely around his body was a look I was going to have to capture, and soon.

“No, but I still need you to get up and go put some clothes and essentials in a backpack, please,” Daddy explained. “We’re taking a very unplanned excursion that I am not happy about and I’d like us to be in the air within the hour.”

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