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Oh hells. Devon had to squeeze his legs together.So this is what it feels like.
He wanted more.
Chapter 18
ANDY INWARDLY cursed, seeing the breathtaking joy on Devon's face.
Gods. I did that to him.
His chest swelled with a pressure that was almost painful. Andy slowly shook his head. Over two decades since he'd felt anything like this. He'd entirely forgotten what it was like.
And, to think, he'd almost missed it. He'd gotten home last night after ordering the flowers, and found himself pacing his apartment, wracked with uncertainty. One part of him desperately wanted to make Devon happy. Another part of him was in a panic, wanting to run as far away as possible, knowing his heart couldn't take another loss.
Then he'd found himself up and out of bed early again, on his way to work before he could even think about it, hungry for even just a glimpse of the boy.
Seeing that smile on Devon's face? And over something as simple as flowers?
Oh gods. This whole thing was going to utterly destroy him, but he wasn't sure he could walk away.
Devon's smile slipped. “Is something wrong?”
“No,” Andy gasped, taking a step closer. “No. Sorry. Just–” He stared at Devon, shaking his head again. “Gods, you're beautiful,” he blurted out.
Devon's eyes went wide, then he blushed and looked down. “No, I'm not,” he mumbled.
Andy took another step closer, hesitated, then slowly reached out and touched a knuckle to the underside of Devon's chin, gently urging the boy to look up at him. “Yes, you are.”
Devon gave a tiny gasp, staring up at him.
Oh fuck. Andy swayed closer, unable to resist. His heart raced, the sound of blood rushing past his ears clanging like alarm bells in his head. But it was like he was stuck outside his body once again, looking on, unable to control himself.
Their lips barely touched, and Andy felt an electric shock right down to his core. He let out a shuddering breath and moved closer, stepping right into Devon's space, towering over the boy, forcing Devon to tip his head back.
Devon's eyes were huge. Wide open and unblinking. His little body trembled, his chest heaving with every breath.
Andy cupped the boy's jaw with both hands, breathing hard as he looked into Devon's eyes. Those incredible eyes that saw so much.
“Gods help me,” he gasped.
Then he pressed their lips together.
Devon let out a tiny whimper, going rigid in Andy's grasp.
Andy broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to see Devon's face. The boy's cheeks were flushed, his eyes wide and dark.
Oh hells. Andy seized the boy in his arms and kissed him again.
Devon moaned, sinking into him, his little body trembling all over as Andy held him tight.
Andy tilted his head to one side and surged against the boy, pushing him back until Devon hit the wall.Oh fuck. With Devon pinned, Andy lost control, urging the boy's mouth open, sweeping his tongue inside, moving his hands all over Devon's body, groping and squeezing, trying desperately to touch him everywhere at once.
“Andy!” Devon barely got the name out on a strangled whisper.
Andy felt it more than he heard it. The sheer need and desperation in that brief sound went straight to his cock, turning it to steel. Without thinking, Andy shook his head and blurted out, “Daddy.”
Devon gasped. “Daddy,” he whispered.
“Oh fuck,” Andy growled, pressing harder against the boy. “Say it again.”
