Chapter Twenty-three

Darien

When they arrived home, Darien headed straight to the kitchen, the warmth of the home already beginning to chase away the bite of the cold outside. He set about making hot chocolate, enjoying the familiar rhythm of stirring cocoa into milk. The rich scent filled the air as he poured two steaming mugs and handed one to Baran.

With a quiet smile, Darien leaned against the counter. “I have some good news,” he said, watching Baran’s face. “You got accepted into New York University.”

Baran’s eyes widened, and a grin broke across his face. “I did? That’s amazing! This is all because of you and Professor Fletcher.” he exclaimed, his joy unrestrained.

“No, it was your hard work. We just pointed you in the right direction.”

Darien reached behind him to grab a packet from the counter and held it out. “There’s more. This is from the university. I collected all I could for you. It’s for you to start your citizenship application.”

Baran’s expression shifted from surprise to something softer, almost reverent. He took the packet carefully, as if it might disappear if he wasn’t careful.

“And don’t worry about tuition,” Darien added quickly. “You’ll qualify for a scholarship. It’s all going to work out. This happened because you worked hard at Istanbul University.”

Baran looked up, his gratitude clear in his gaze. “Thank you, Daddy Darien. For everything.”

Darien smiled, but before the moment grew too heavy, he nodded toward the living room. They made their way there and sat on the sofa side by side.

“So, how did the Christmas shopping go for the men at the shelter?”

Baran perked up at the question, setting his mug down on the coffee table. “It was great! Silas came with me since he didn’t have to work, and the driver helped with everything. We picked out so many good things, had pizza afterward, and just…had a lot of fun.”

A smile spread across Darien’s face. “Sounds like a good time. I’m glad you had help.”

Baran nodded, his earlier joy still lingering in his smile. It was moments like this, Darien thought, that made everything worth it—the laughter, the connection, the shared hope for better days ahead.

“I’ll apply for a student visa tomorrow.”

“Great plan. I missed you last night.”

“I had a difficult time sleeping.”

They finished their steaming hot chocolate, the warmth lingering in their hands, and carried their empty mugs to the kitchen, rinsing them thoroughly before putting them in the dishwasher. While Baran stood from being bent over the dishwasher, Darien lifted him up and threw him over his shoulder and climbed the stairs. Baran landed on top of the bed, his uncontrollable laughter echoing through the room.

“My boy better start behaving.”

“Yes, Daddy Darien. Was I bad again?”

“You were. So very bad when you made me run all over New York City.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy Darien. I won’t do it again.”

Darien crawled on top of the bed. “I know you won’t because I’m going to spank you.” He unbuckled Baran’s belt, unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his knees, then pinned Baran down facing the mattress. The entire time, Baran was laughing. Darien put one hand on his mid-back so he couldn’t move.

The first hard slap to his ass cheeks fell and Baran winced. With each strike, it reminded him he needed to stop running away.

“I’m sorry, Daddy Darien. I won’t make you run after me again.”

“What will you do instead?” Darien continued to smack his ass.

“Talk to you about it first.”

“That’s right.”

“I didn’t mean for you to look for me.”

“Daddies don’t let their boys run away. Do you promise to be a good boy?”

“I won’t ever be bad again, Daddy Darien,”

Darien got off the bed and Baran rolled over and sat up. “Take your clothes off.”

Baran stepped out of his jeans and underwear. He carefully removed his shirt, placed it on a chair, and waited for further directions while he stood completely naked in front of the man he desired.

“Get in the bed and wait for me.”

Darien unbuckled his belt while Baran watched him in awe. He unzipped his slacks in slow motion, pushed them to his ankles, then stepped out of them. He unbuttoned his shirt and left it wide open, displaying his muscular chest. Darien went to the bathroom and cleaned up. Then he returned, carrying a condom and a bottle of lube. Baran was under the covers, naked, and looking so adorable.

“Get on your back,” Darien ordered.

“Sure thing, Daddy Darien.” Baran rolled further back on the bed.

Darien laughed. “I like the sound of that. You remember who I am.”

“I’ll always remember, Daddy Darien,” Baran said.

Darien put the condom on and rubbed some lube on his erection. “We need to get tested, so we don’t need condoms.”

“I want that too.” Baran grinned when he saw Darien’s throbbing erection.

After smearing some lube on Baran’s hole, he slipped his finger inside. “You’re perfect for me.”

“Your fingers feel so good inside,” Baran groaned out.

“Watching you react to me turns me on.” He pulled his fingers out.

Darien kneeled between Baran’s legs and used his fingers to pull at his already erect nipples. Baran moaned as Darien’s rough fingers and hard nails played with them.

“Are you ready?” he asked, squeezing Baran’s nipples, knowing he was enjoying it.

Baran nodded.

Darien pushed Baran on his side and took hold of Baran’s cock, giving it several jerks. He spread Baran’s legs further apart and kissed his hole.

“Do you like the way this feels?” Darien asked.

“Ah…Yes.”

Darien leaned on his side facing Baran and kissed him, pushing his tongue inside. Baran returned the kiss, working his tongue against Darien’s.

Baran’s hole was ready for him as the finger fucking had done its job. Now Darien gave the hole his full attention with his tongue and lips. The naked and completely smooth entrance was inviting. Baran’s cock was super hard again from Darien’s finger-work.

“I need your cock, now please,” he begged.

“Oh, you’re going to feel my big cock,” Darien said.

“Please…”

Darien aimed his cock into Baran’s hole, grunting like an animal with great excitement, as was Baran. “I’m going to fuck you raw.”

“Be hard on me, Daddy Darien. Make me come.”

Darien changed between long strokes and short, then he stayed inside, letting his balls nestle on Baran.

“Ah yes,” Baran said.

Darien continued pounding until he had Baran on the edge of coming.

“Ahh…Ahh…” Baran moaned.

Darien was close to the edge himself but wanted to please Baran even more. Darien held Baran’s hips tighter, marking his skin with his fingers. Baran lifted his ass so high that Darien almost lost his balance.

“Damn.” Darien steadied himself, then plowed his cock in and out, panting and moaning with each thrust. “Is this hard enough?” he asked.

“Yes. Please. Keep doing it. Don’t stop.”

“Not going to stop.” He brushed his cock along Baran’s prostate.

“Ahh…that, do that. It feels so good” Baran panted the words.

Darien moved closer and lifted Baran’s legs over his shoulders. He pulled all the way out, aimed his cockhead back at the puckered entrance, and drove forward. Baran’s cock had been leaking precum for several minutes while Darien’s cock hammered his prostate again. Baran moaned softly as Darien drove harder. He stroked Baran’s cock, making sure he enjoyed everything.

“You have such a sexy pink ass.”

“I can still feel the sting, but I enjoy being marked by you.”

Soon Darien was fucking with long, hard thrusts again.

“You like being fucked by my big cock, don’t you?”

“Oh, God, yes. Don’t ever stop. Fuck the cum out of me.” More precum dripped from his cock as Darien continued his pounding. As Darien’s thrust came faster and faster, sweat dripped from his forehead onto Baran. Then Baran cried out, “I’m going to come.”

Darien slowed and cupped his hand under the head of Baran’s cock to catch his cum as it shot out. He reached for a tissue and wiped his hands. Wasting no time, he held Baran’s thighs with both hands and resumed his fucking. With a final deep thrust, he gasped, flooding his condom. He pulled out of Baran, breathing deeply. They smiled at each other. Darien slid Baran’s legs from his shoulders, leaned over and kissed him, then dropped onto the bed beside him, wrapping his arms around Baran’s waist and kissing him on the top of his head. They rested in each other’s arms, then got up to shower before sleeping.