8. WARREN

He stood, rubbing his fingers against the soft fabric of the onesie.

"Do you want help undressing?" I asked.

He shied away his smile and slowly nodded. "You've done this before?"

I had, and I didn't like to think of exes, even if they had been years ago, I didn't want to think of those times. Alexi was here, now, and different, the same kink but a different flavour.

From the sofa, I hooked a finger into the front of the dungarees and pulled him closer. There were two clasps at either side, keeping them up.

Pulling the button from the first strap, they dropped slightly. I pressed the back of my hand at the midriff beneath his crop top. His heart raced at my touch.

"Do you like this?" I asked, with my hand travelling to his nipple. They were hard to the touch. "You're so soft and smooth."

"Thank you," he said, gulping. I could see him trying to mask it, shuffling on his feet. "I like it when you do that."

I pulled at the second button clasp from the other side of his dungarees. The front and back panels fell to sit on his waist for a moment, then dropped to his feet. It revealed a much sexier secret he'd been hiding.

Up both legs, he wore matching stockings. They were connected by elastic suspenders. He was basically naked. I stared at him, soaking in his delicious delicate presence. From his torso to the gloss on his lips and the shine to his cheeks, I wanted to touch it all. He pulled the onesie to his crotch, hiding himself.

"Can I see?" I was madly attracted to him. It was easy to conceal an erection in black jeans. But he wasn't looking down. His eyes were focused on staring into mine. His lips together; he tried not to speak, instead he hummed.

"Move this," I said, tapping a hand at the onesie, "for Daddy."

Shaved. From what I could see of his body, he was hairless. He was still in the crop top and underwear, but he was naked.

His cock filled the lace panties in the front, the tip sticking out at the waist band. "Do they make you feel sexy?" I asked him.

Alexi opened his mouth, his tongue in turmoil pressed at the roof. "Yeah."

"You look sexy," I said. Reaching out, I traced a hand from his chest to the waistband of the panties. I hooked my finger into the lace. It didn't feel cheap. His cock was growing. His face blushing. "Maybe you do want to jump ahead to it."

"Can I—can I see you—undress?" he asked, softly. His words like sweet honey in my ears. It stirred my cock to throb and fill out my briefs.

"You want to sit down while I undress for you?" I asked. That would mean switching positions. "You're a good boy, so I'll do it for a kiss."

Alexi dipped his head to mine. A soft kiss on the lips. His eyes were closed, and the heat from his face radiated on mine.

We exchanged places; Alexi sat with the onesie over his forming erection.

"How do you like Daddy?" I asked. "Trousers first? Or T-shirt? Maybe I could even start with my socks?"

He licked at his lips in excitement. He didn't need to answer, he just wanted to watch, and that was fine. I didn't mind him not saying a word. I enjoyed putting on a show.

I started with the T-shirt.

Alexi gasped.

I was hairy, the thickest of it on my pecs, but the hair thinned out down my abdomen. I placed the T-shirt on top of the onesie. He pushed it to his face and inhaled, one gentle moan escaping his throat.

"I used to have a nipple ring," I said, running a hand across them. "You wanna touch."

He leaned forward. I guided his hand, feeling my hard nipple and what felt like a small bubble or ball inside it, it was from where my nipple had healed since the piercing.

"How do I smell?" I asked, my hand at my trouser zipper.

"Like aftershave," he said, "it's nice."

I'd sprayed enough aftershave cologne to inoculate a small Victorian village. He huffed it like there was a secret compartment of poppers tucked inside.

The jeans were tight. They didn't drop like his dungarees. They required me to tug them free. His eyes back on me for the main course. My tight grey briefs with my cock strained against them. Once my trousers were off, I stood in nothing but my underwear; I looked back to Alexi's smiling face and tongue between his lips.

"You like it?" I asked, both hands behind my head. I had nothing to hide.

Like a kid in a candy store, his eyes zipped up and down my body. His toes curling as he pressed the T-shirt and onesie down over his crotch.

With a thumb in the waistband of my underwear, I noticed a wet patch where precum seeped through. Perhaps that's what got his excitement roused. I liked to think so. "Are you still hungry?" I asked, "because Daddy has something to feed you." I wanted him to stuff his face with my cock all the way to the base and press his face into my forest of hair.

He nodded. "I'm—I'm really hungry now."

The wet patch teased him. He still hadn't seen my cock, but my balls pushed it out to make a big impression. He probably had a pretty good mental picture of it.

"Will you get on your knees?" I asked, a hand tickling under his chin.

I didn't need to ask again. Alexi gave one deep push of the clothes on his cock, and he slinked off the sofa onto his knees. His big eyes stared up at me. His gentle touch on my thighs, rubbing over my leg hair. He was waiting for me to take off my underwear. I teased him with it, adjusting my cock inside. Eyeing it up and gulping hard, I knew he was ready.

My fingers in the waistband, I pushed down, and my cock popped out. It bounced around and Alexi's head bopped in sync.

"I hope your eyes aren't bigger than your appetite," I said, probably misquoting the saying, but he knew what I meant.

The foreskin pulled back to reveal the light pink head. It bounced and throbbed with a life of its own.

He stopped bobbing his head with my cock for a moment to look up at me. Pouting like a non-verbal request for permission. "You can try it," I said, "let me know how it tastes."

That was all he needed before his lips were around my cock and all the shyness left his system. A hand cupped my balls, and another guided the cock in his mouth. All while he looked at me. I still couldn't see his cock as he humped the small pile of clothes.

I placed a hand on his head and another on his shoulder, feeling the rhythm of him against me. He licked his lips before wiping them with the back of a hand. "It tastes good."

"Mhmm, I wanna taste you," I said, biting my lip. "Come with me."

We couldn't do this in the living room, and not because of the window partially obscured by the blinds, but because he was too precious to be fucking on the sofa. He deserved to be in bed, spread out and comfy.

Alexi carried the onesie with him, still squeezed against his crotch.

"Sit on the bed," I said. He followed instruction well. Sitting on the end of the bed. I knelt before him. "I'm going to move this. Is that ok?"

His chest did a little dance, a quick step of up and down. "Yeah."

I removed the onesie, but he was still hiding his cock between his thighs. I rubbed my hands down the stockings and from his knees, I kissed at the exposed parts of skin. Warming him up to my touch, I parted his legs, he couldn't obscure his cock spilling out of the panties now.

"I bet you have a nice outfit to go with this, don't you?" I asked.

He chewed on his bottom lip and nodded. "Do you like them?"

"They're nice and soft," I said, my hands slow to climb from his knees to the inside of his thighs. He didn't have large balls, but they came out of the side of the underwear. "Do you like that?" I knew he did from the way his cock twitched. But it was still partially obscured by the fabric.

I slipped my fingers in at either side of the underwear. I pulled them down over his cock. He moaned as everything he'd been trying to hide was in sight. His eyes closed as his thighs clenched slightly around me.

"Why do you hide yourself?" I asked, parting his legs again with little force.

"Because—because—" the words in the back of his throat, "I don't want to cum yet."

"Aw." I ran my finger up the side of his thigh, pulling the underwear down. "Is your cock that sensitive?"

He nodded. "Sometimes."

"I hope you won't cum yet."

"I'll try."

"Good boys cum when they're told to," I said, "and you're a good boy, right?"

He nodded. "I'm the goodest boy."

With his cock in my face, I licked the tip before welcoming it inside my mouth. He let out another smaller moan. He wrapped his arms around himself and screwed his eyes shut. The sweet precum on the tip of my tongue from the tip of his cock. I lapped it up as I pressed my tongue inside his foreskin.

"Ok," he let out, touching at my shoulder.

His skin tasted like a sweet mint body wash. Pulling his cock from my mouth, I licked the shaft, then allowed my tongue to travel. It guided me up to his navel. Alexi squirmed, giggling. I continued, pushing off my knees. I gently pushed him back onto the bed.

Guiding my hands beneath his crop top, I gestured to push it over his head. "Let's take this off." It revealed his tiny beige nipples.

"Will you be gentle?" he asked.

My cock throbbed, looking at his pouting face and wide eyes. I leaned over him, pressing my head in the nook between his shoulder and neck. "I'll go slow," I whispered, "I'll be gentle." Kissing at his neck, he let out another light giggle. My hand caressing the soft skin down the side of his torso.

Up on the bed, Alexi laid with his head on the pillow. The lace underwear and stockings on the floor. His legs were smooth. "You shave them?" I asked.

Squeezing his legs together as his erection throbbed below his belly button. "Sometimes," he said, "do you like them?"

His skin was like silk. It only added to the fragile approach I had to take with him.

"Slow," I said, "I'll go slow."

"Do you have—" he paused.

I stepped off the bed to grab a condom. "Anything," I replied with a smile, "whatever you want."

"A teddy." He broke eye contact. His hand writhed down his torso to cover his cock.

The only teddy I had was a plush green dinosaur; it went with the onesie. "I—I have one."

I don't think he cared that it wasn't a teddy bear. Presenting it him from the wardrobe, he opened his arms with grabby hands, begging for it. He cuddled it to his chest, biting his lip. My cock was unrelenting, bouncing with life; left to right, up and down.

On the bed, I lifted his legs. A finger wet with saliva before I pressed it against his tight shaved hole. His eyes lighting up as he clutched the teddy harder. I placed my tongue to his hole. He tried stifling his moans. I pushed my tongue in him. He really hadn't been fucked in a while.

"Is that ok?" I asked, resuming to place a finger against his hole. "I don't want to hurt you, but you're really tight."

"I want you—I want you—I want you inside me," he said, "please."

I wasn't a vampire, but receiving a formal invite to enter him was more than enough to grab the condom wrapper from the bedside table, and plenty of lube. A little went a long way sometimes. A pea-sized blob on my finger to touch his hole with then once again with the condom on my cock.

Alexi had hungry eyes, on the verge of wanting to beg.

Hooking an arm around his legs, I pushed them up to rest on my shoulders. Leaning on his legs and raising his ass from the bed. I continued to look into his eyes, my hand on my cock and another to find the hole. The tip teased him, spreading the lube, expanding him with just the head. I was slow, gently easing myself inside him.

"Is that ok?"

"I want all of you."

"All?"

He nodded.

He didn't need to ask twice. Leaning deeper on his legs, I pressed with my hips until the base was at his cheeks. His mouth opened to its widest with his lip trembling. He wasn't flexible enough for me to push all the way back on his legs and insert my tongue inside his mouth. I tried.

Fucking him was stress relief for both of us it seemed. It dripped away with each pulse, my cock, his hole, both of our bodies easing into each other and relaxing.

"Daddy, I'm gonna cum," he let out, his hands clenching the teddy.

"Not yet."

I pulled out and turned him over. His ass up in the air. I spread his cheeks to expose the hole. It was open and glossy with lube. Placing my finger inside him, I competed with his warm ring trying to clamp around it. His body was begging for me.

The tip of my cock slipped back inside his hole. I pushed on my hips, listening to his moans until they turned silent. I laid across him and placed a hand on his head, turning it to mine.

Kissing him, we fucked. Soft. Passionate. My hairy chest on the soft skin of his back.

"I want to fill you up," I said in his ear, "do you want Daddy to fill you up?"

He moaned. "Please, Daddy. Ple—" His hole clenched harder around my cock.

I came, filling the condom inside him, pressing it deeper. I continued to cum with each squeeze of his hole.

"I came too," he whispered.

"Let me clean up," I said, kissing him on the side of his head. I pulled my cock out. It was growing soft inside the condom.

Alexi turned over. Cum wet his chest and made the bedding damp. "Thank you." He continued to cling to the teddy.

I felt like a new man. "You want to shower?" I asked.

He blinked up at me. "Um."

"With me?"

"Yeah." He looked away, biting his lip.

He was precious.

I never wanted it to end.