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“God, Daddy… mmm, yes. Fuck yeah.” Brick loved the pressure there, and Jules sucked just hard enough to hurt in the best way. He curled his toes, rocking down into Jules’s mouth. He wanted to touch himself desperately, but he knew he couldn’t yet.

Not until Daddy said so.

The haze of submission was a wonderful fog, and Brick succumbed to it completely. It washed away the urgency of coming, and he was able to enjoy Jules’s intimate attention without wanting to hurry things along. He wanted to be good for Jules—no, better than that.

He wanted to be perfect.

Especially being the first man Jules had ever been with, Brick wanted to make sure that this and every other experience they shared was exceptional.

Besides, it was nice to be worshiped like this. Jules explored every inch of his body as if he was seeking out the most precious treasures, reverent and passionate, and Brick had never before felt so adored.

Jules redirected his attention to Brick’s asshole, and he shifted his hand to now slide a finger in alongside his tongue. He curled it slowly, grunting with satisfaction as he found Brick’s prostate again. He circled around it, teasing and adding a second finger, and he chuckled when Brick’s hips jerked in reply.

“F-fuck, you’re amazing.” Brick stared down at the lovely view of Jules’s head between his thighs, and their eyes locked in a heated gaze. He couldn’t believe Jules wasn’t tired yet. Brick wasn’t sure if he could have stayed down on someone for this long, but Jules showed zero signs of stopping.

Brick was losing track of the time, his only focus on Jules’s fingers sliding in and out of him with long licks of that wonderful tongue. Brick was holding his legs so tight that his hands were numb now, and his feet were starting to tingle. His cock was still firm, laying flat against his belly with a gossamer strand of precome dripping from the head.

There was an ache building inside of his body, somewhere deep within his core, and tremors ran from that vast vat of pressure through his arms and legs with every breath. His ears buzzed, his skin was tingling, and his desire to behave was being overwhelmed by the need for something more. He wanted Jules to go faster, harder, anything to relieve this incredible tension—

“Mm, you got a butt plug?” Jules asked suddenly.

“What?” Brick’s voice didn’t sound right to him, his mouth dry from his heavy panting. He swallowed to wet his tongue and then tried again, “What’s that, Daddy?”

“A plug.” Jules lifted his head and licked his lips. “Daddy’s been workin’ real hard openin’ your hole up. I don’t wanna lose it.”

“Uh…” Brick’s brain went off-line momentarily.

Jules came up to his knees, and he patted Brick’s legs. Once Brick let go, he guided Brick’s feet down to the bed. He massaged one of Brick’s calves while he continued to lazily finger his hole. “Well?”

“No. I don’t, but, uh… I’ve got a dildo?”

“Where is it?”

“Drawer over there.” Brick nodded.

“Stick your fingers in your hole for Daddy.”

“You know it’s not gonna… like cinch right up, yeah?”

Jules smirked. “I know. I just wanna see you play with your asshole.”

With a grin, Brick did as he was told, turning onto his side so he could reach between his legs and give Jules a show.

Jules glanced up from digging in the bedside table and whistled low. “Okay, you said a dildo, as in one.”

“Okay, so I have a few.” Brick grunted as he pushed inside of himself. He pulled his cheek up, fingering his hole and glancing back coyly at Jules. “Is that a problem, Daddy?”

“Only ’cause I dunno which one I wanna fuck you with first.” Jules cackled as he went through the colorful collection—there were seven in all of varying shapes, sizes, and function—and he went right for the biggest one. It wasn’t quite as thick as Jules’s girthy cock, but it was definitely longer. It was also glittery lime green and had a suction cup on the base. “Ohhh. This one.”

“Fuck.” Brick groaned lightly. “Oh, you better grab lube. Spit and olive oil is not gonna cut it.”

“I got you, baby boy.” Jules tilted his head, watching Brick fingering himself for a moment. He grunted in approval and grabbed the big dildo and a bottle of lube. “This is what Daddy wants you to do. You’re gonna stick this here dildo on that headboard and back up on it while you suck Daddy’s cock.”

“Holy fuck,” Brick breathed. “You are one kinky bastard, Daddy.”

“Thanks, baby boy.” Jules winked. “I got a real big imagination.”

“Yeah, you do.” Brick stretched his legs after pulling his fingers out, grinning wide. Even though he hadn’t climaxed yet, he felt a peculiar buzz that he couldn’t quite place. It was similar to what he felt after a good workout—wrung out and satisfied—and yet there was still more to come.

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