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After Will had countedout ten more slaps and Daniel had drifted far away from himself, Will kept him propped up with his legs held behind one of Will’s shoulders.

“You did so good, baby,” he murmured. Will held him by the ankles again, moving so that he was facing Daniel and kneeling on the bed. He kissed the inside of one of Daniel’s knees tenderly. “You’re so good when your daddy asks you to do something.”

He kissed and stroked up and down the lengths of Daniel’s thighs until finally he drew his fingertips over the punished skin of his ass. Daniel didn’t feel exposed anymore. As if some switch had been flipped in his mind, he felt safe and cared for.

As Will lowered his legs and rolled him to his belly, Daniel realized that he’d never been with anyone who had made him feel quite as cared for and attended to as Will did.

And we haven’t even had sex.

Daniel let Will control what happened without trying to look at him or guess what his next move would be. It was good to know, in the back of his mind, that he could simply say “yellow” or “red” and Will would respond immediately, stopping their progress entirely or at least long enough to make sure Daniel was ok. He could hardly believe that at the beginning of their interaction, he’d balked at the idea of using safe words.

That feels like a lifetime ago,he thought, remembering posturing in the kitchen as if it had happened last week, not just a few minutes ago. Daniel had been so uncertain then. It was remarkable how fast things between them had changed. Will was very good at what he did, and Daniel was happy in that moment to be good for him, to do whatever Will wanted.

The older man rubbed his back and kissed down the base of his spine. Daniel let himself drift. He was nothing but nerve endings and sore muscles being kneaded under Will’s hands.

Daniel came back to himself abruptly, though, when Will’s weight shifted lower on the bed. Gently, he parted Daniel’s cheeks and pressed a kiss just above his entrance. Daniel bucked and groaned, his reactions totally unfiltered.

"Is this ok, baby?" Will managed to ask the question in a tone that had Daniel's heart fluttering instead of being condescending.

"You don't have to," Daniel answered quickly.

Will's warm hand was on his back in an instant, rubbing circles.

"I know I don't have to. That's not what I asked. I'm asking for permission," he said. He kissed the base of Daniel's spine again and then moved lower, licking a short stripe down between the cleft of Daniel's cheeks. Daniel gasped.

"So, may I?" Will asked again.

"Yeah, yes," Daniel breathed out. He felt pinned between eager anticipation and the odd bubble of embarrassment at being so exposed.

"What's that?" Will asked, his voice taking on an edge.

"Yes sir," Daniel said quickly, remembering his place. "Yes, daddy."

Will let out a pleased hum that broke open into a moan as he squeezed Daniel's thigh and moved lower.

Daniel had never been with someone who wanted to eat him out. Well, strike that. Of his handful of partners, a few had tried but none had insisted. Sometimes they'd make a little effort—and sure, it felt good. But Daniel could never get over the way that he felt so exposed in the moment and he'd always pressed them to move forward, on to some other sort of foreplay or fucking.

But it wasn't like that with Will.

The man had just held him by the ankles and spanked him. Daniel was calling him daddy for christsakes. If there was anything left to get hung up about, Daniel wasn't about to let it get in the way of how much he was enjoying himself in that moment.

Daniel made the conscious decision to be nothing but Will's good boy for the duration of their time together. It felt good to surrender, to give up the parts of himself that made him a responsible adult but that also made him worried and neurotic and stressed and tired.

And Will was such a capable caretaker. He seemed to anticipate Daniel's needs in a way that no one had before—not even the one long-term boyfriend Daniel had in his college career. Sure, his boyfriend had known his way around Daniel's body by the end—but he had never shown such a keen understanding of exactly what Daniel needed to let go of and how his body needed to be cared for.

As Will circled his entrance, Daniel groaned but didn't arch off the bed, didn't push back or act impatient. He relaxed into the moment—and it was a perfect one. Will seemed to want to kiss and lick every part of him—to dote on every square inch of skin that he came across.

He teased Daniel with gentle kisses for what felt like ages until finally—finally—he drew a slick, hot stripe from the base of Daniel's balls to the tip of his spine, moving impossibly slow.

It took Daniel a moment to realize that the whining sound in the room was coming from him.

"Good?" Will asked—and the smile on his face was clear just from the tone of his voice.

"Fuck, daddy," Daniel said, the words falling from his mouth so naturally now.

"What did I tell you?" Will asked. "All you had to do was let go and let me take care of you."

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