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“That big vibrating pink plug. The curved one?”

“Oh fuck.” Brick laughed. “That’s my big ol’ prostate banger.”

“Maybe I brought it with us.”

“Seriously?” Brick leaned over for a kiss. “Mm, Daddy.”

Jules petted Brick’s cheek as they kissed, and he suddenly sat up to cradle Brick against his chest. “How about we go back inside and play a lil’, huh? You can put on that cute skirt for me, and I’ll eat out your asshole ’til my jaw hurts.”

“Yes. That. Mm, let’s go do that.”

Jules held Brick tight and stood up, making Brick squeal in delight as Jules carried him inside.

The bedroom was as fancy and lush as the rest of the house, with giant floor-to-ceiling windows—including a full wall of them framing either side of the glass doors that led out to the balcony. They kept the room flooded with sunlight during the day and created a beautiful orange haze at dusk, like it was now.

The floors were marble and covered here and there with thick rugs. The furniture was modern, leather and steel and dark wood, and the star of the room was the giant bed set directly opposite from the balcony doors. It was a California King, and its towering canopy frame was fitted with long flowing white drapes that spilled onto the floor.

Jules and Brick kissed until they tumbled into that amazing bed, and Jules climbed on top of Brick and slipped his tongue deep into his mouth. Brick wrapped his legs around Jules’s hips, dragging his hands beneath Jules’s shirt to get at his sun-kissed skin.

The friction of their bodies writhing together was good, but not enough, and Brick broke first to murmur, “Do you want me to go get dressed for you, Daddy?”

“Go on.” Jules bumped their noses together. “I’ll get the toys.”

Brick didn’t even question that Jules had said toys, plural, and not toy, singular. After one last kiss, Brick slipped out of bed to go into the closet where his suitcase was. Most of his clothing had been unpacked and hung up in the lush walk-in space, but there were a few items he’d left to take out as needed.

Underwear, socks, a spare bathing suit, and most importantly, the cheerleader uniform.

It was white and red, and the shirt was practically a crop top. There was no way he could get it to zip up because of his shoulders, but from the front it was passable. He put on a pair of skimpy white briefs and then he attempted to pull the pleated skirt up. He heard the seam of the zipper pop as he wiggled it over his ass and again decided that the aesthetic was more important than it actually fitting.

He really didn’t think Jules was going to mind that it wasn’t zipped up one bit.

Just to give the outfit one final touch, he grabbed a pair of white athletic socks and pulled them up to his knees.

Perfect.

Brick checked himself out in one of the full-length mirrors—because of course the fancy closet had two of them—and nodded in approval of what he saw. The shirt showed off his well-defined stomach and hips, and the skirt barely covered his bubble butt. He couldn’t wait to show Jules.

“You ready, Daddy?” Brick called out.

“Ready when you are, baby boy,” Jules replied excitedly.

Brick strolled out of the closet, and he grinned from ear to ear when he saw Jules over by the bed waiting for him.

Jules was wearing nothing but a smile, and he’d just finished lining up an impressive array of toys on the bedside table along with a big bottle of lube.

The pink plug was there, along with the big suction cup dildo, and the vibrating wand.

“Wow.” Jules whistled low when he saw Brick in the outfit. “You look fuckin’ hot, baby boy.”

“Not too much?” Brick walked with his hands behind his back, batting his eyes coyly.

“Nah, I’d say it’s pretty fucking perfect. Go on. Get your fine ass up in that bed.”

Brick hopped up and then laid himself out right in the middle of the bed. He snuggled back in the pillows and tucked his arms behind his head. “Hey, Daddy. We could pretend you’re picking me up after cheerleading practice, if you want?”

“We can if ya’ want.” Jules climbed into bed and situated himself between Brick’s legs. “Mm, let’s see. If you’re the sexy cheerleader, who does that make me?”

“Oh, you’re the bad boy,” Brick replied immediately. “You absolutely wanna get in my pants, but hmm.” He waggled his brow. “Maybe you haven’t yet.”

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