Chapter Twenty-six

Baran

The thick snow fell, blanketing the city in a muted white stillness that made Baran feel both trapped and oddly cozy. Baran and Daddy Darien had been inching along in traffic for what felt like forever before Daddy Darien finally sighed with relief, turned the wheel, and pulled into the hotel.

The room they found themselves in was average size but warm, with soft golden lighting and a large window overlooking the street below. The view was mesmerizing—a tangle of holiday lights wrapped around lampposts, flickering through the curtain of falling snow. Cars sat idle beneath the layer of white, their drivers resigned to the storm’s whim.

After they removed their jackets and shoes, Baran stood at the window, watching the snowflakes tumble from the sky like they were trying to outdo each other in size and grace. Behind him, Daddy Darien had already flopped onto one bed, scrolling through his phone. Then he called room service and asked for two hot chocolates.

“It never ends,” Baran muttered, mostly to himself. He turned to see Daddy Darien raise an eyebrow.

“What doesn’t?”

“Christmas.” Baran waved vaguely at the window. “It goes on forever. Lights, snow, songs, movies—it’s like an entire season.”

Daddy Darien laughed and got off the bed. “It is an entire season. That’s kind of the point. People like dragging it out.”

Baran huffed, crossing his arms. “Not in Istanbul. The few people who celebrate Christmas only do one day. A good meal, maybe a little dancing. Then it’s done. This”—he gestured outside—“is too much.”

Daddy Darien grinned again, getting up to answer the door then dig into the paper bag room service had delivered. He handed Baran a cup of steaming hot chocolate. “I think it’s nice. Makes everything feel a little warmer, you know?”

Baran accepted the cup, though he still looked skeptical. “How does your family celebrate?”

Daddy Darien sat back on the bed, leaning against the headboard. “Oh, the usual stuff. My mom’s a Christmas fanatic. We spend the entire week leading up to it decorating, baking cookies, wrapping gifts. My dad insists on watching It’s a Wonderful Life every year. And my cousin Norah—” he paused, grinning, “—she’s the one who gets us all matching pajamas for Christmas Eve.”

Baran nearly choked on his hot chocolate. “Matching…pajamas?”

“Yup,” Daddy Darien said proudly. “And we wear them all day on Christmas. Even to breakfast.”

Baran shook his head, though a hint of a smile tugged at his lips. “Ridiculous.”

“It’s fun.”

“Will your cousin Norah visit your parents this Christmas?”

“My parents took her in when my uncle and aunt were in a fatal car accident. She’s been with us since she was four. She’s more of a sister.”

“She was lucky to have a caring aunt and uncle.”

Daddy Darien corrected him. “We think we were the lucky ones. It’s fun. And you’ll love my mom’s cooking. She makes this roast that’s practically legendary in our neighborhood.”

For a moment, Baran was quiet, his gaze drifting back to the window. The snow was piling up, muting the world into a calm silence. “Sounds…different,” he admitted finally. “Good different.”

Daddy Darien smirked. “Soon, you’ll get to see it for yourself.”

Baran didn’t respond, but his eyes lingered on the snow, his fingers warming against the cup. The thought of Daddy Darien’s lively, chaotic Christmas wormed its way into his mind and stayed there, a flicker of warmth that he couldn’t quite brush away.

“I found a cute Christmas movie for us to watch in bed,” Daddy Darien said.

“I’ll be right there.” Baran exited into the bathroom and quickly washed. He used the sample toothbrush and mouthwash. Then he undressed, returned to the room, and set his clothes on the chair. He slipped under the covers beside Daddy Darien whose hand found Baran’s cock through his underwear.

“Someone needs attention,” Daddy Darien said.

“Yes, please.” Baran let his own hand explore, and discovered Daddy Darien was completely naked with a gigantic hard-on.

“Do you enjoy touching me?”

“Yes, Daddy Darien. I would like to feel you inside me.”

Daddy Darien already had the lube set on the nightstand with a condom and two bottles of water. He had also prepared some tissues. Baran thought he was too tired when he suggested a movie. Baran wondered if he carried lube in his pocket. He pulled something from the glovebox.

“Knock off the underwear.”

Baran pulled them down, then threw them onto the chair with his clothes.

Daddy Darien leaned close, his breath warm on his cheek, and kissed Baran softly. “I love spending all my time with you.”

“And I love being with you. I miss you so much when we’re doing separate things.”

“I get a good feeling inside when you’re around.”

Daddy Darien was the perfect man because he made Baran feel again. His cock even twitched when the man spoke to him. His gorgeous blue eyes and long eyelashes melted Baran’s heart.

The way Daddy Darien looked at him, full of admiration and affection, was exactly what Baran craved in a partner. Baran’s lust for Daddy Darien went beyond taking. It was deeper. His actions were infused with kindness and caring; he had a gentle touch, and his genuine smile seemed to heal those around him. His deep voice resonated with authority, and the way it slipped into that hot New York accent made Baran’s heart skip a beat. Daddy Darien’s cock pushed harder against Baran’s. Baran swayed between Daddy Darien’s legs, bumping and grinding against his crotch, and feeling his heated erection. Daddy Darien brushed his lips up against Baran’s open mouth.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” Daddy Darien said, finding his lips and pushing his tongue into Baran’s mouth. Their tongues danced together.

Daddy Darien put on his condom and lubed it. “I want you face down with a pillow so I can grind deeply inside you.”

Baran complied immediately, flipping over with the pillow under him so his ass was lifted high for Daddy Darien.

“Hang on to the headboard with your hands so you don’t bang your head.”

Baran reached for the headboard, inhaling a deep breath. Darien spread Baran’s cheeks apart, licking him at his entrance and teasing him with his tongue. He was rimming him; no one but Daddy Darien had ever done that to Baran. It felt so good.

“You taste good…You’re a dream come true. My dream since forever.” He continued licking Baran, sticking the tip of his tongue inside his hole, then jamming it at high-speed.

“Ahh.”

Baran went wild with desire for Daddy Darien. He loved being with him, feeling so safe at his side.

“Tell me how much you want my cock.”

“Fuck me. Please fuck me. I need to feel your cock in me,” Baran begged, needing the connection.

Daddy Darien reached for the lotion on the nightstand. He pinched the tube, allowing it to fill his hand, then he lubed Baran’s opening. He inserted one finger and stretched him, then another. He feathered his fingers over Baran’s ass and down the back of his thighs, sending chills throughout Baran’s body.

“That lotion is cold,” Baran said, shuddering.

“But you’re so damn hot, Baran.” He kissed Baran’s back, then slipped his tongue in and out of his mouth and drove Baran crazy.

“Please. Fuck me,” he panted.

Daddy Darien ignored him. He added a third finger and played more. Baran arched his ass up to meet his next fingering thrust. Daddy Darien seemed to enjoy toying with him until he decided when to fill him. He removed his fingers.

He cupped his hand beneath Baran’s bottom, tilted his hips, and began with a slow rhythm. Picking up his pace, he pounded hard, causing Baran’s body to jerk up and down. Darien hit his prostate repeatedly, then he tilted Baran so he could wrap his hand around Baran’s pulsating hard-on. Stroking Baran’s brick-hard cock at the same tempo, he pumped in and out. Baran trembled as he tightened his tunnel muscles around the steel dick. The warm semen in his balls tried to flow up out of him, and he couldn’t fight it as his body trembled. He tried desperately to hold back his climax, but suddenly his cum spilled out of him onto Daddy Darien’s hand.

“Fuck. Fuck,” Baran screamed.

Daddy Darien banged him so hard the headboard hit the wall and the pictures crashed to the floor, making a loud noise.

“Oh God, oh God, oh, feels so good.” Daddy Darien’s body strained with the force of his orgasm. Baran continued to milk him dry in his condom.

Daddy Darien handed Baran tissues to clean himself while he tied off the condom and wiped himself with a tissue. Baran felt a warmth in his heart as they prepared to settle in for the evening. The hotel room was quiet, the soft glow of the Christmas lights casting a cozy ambiance through the window. They decided to watch a Christmas movie before sleep, a perfect end to their festive day.

As Darien adjusted the pillows on the bed, Baran pulled their blanket over them. “Daddy Darien, I wanted to tell you something.” Baran took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his emotions. “I just wanted to say how grateful I am for everything you’ve done for me. You’ve given me so much—love, support, and a sense of belonging. I’ve never felt this way before.”

Daddy Darien’s eyes softened, and he reached out to take Baran’s hand. “Baran, you mean the world to me. I’m so glad you’re here with me. You’ve brought so much joy into my life. I love you.”

Baran felt tears of happiness welling up in his eyes. “I love you too, Daddy Darien. More than words can express.”

Daddy Darien gently squeezed Baran’s hand, his voice filled with affection. “Every moment with you feels like a gift. I can’t wait to spend many more Christmases together.”

Baran smiled through his tears, feeling a deep sense of peace and contentment. “Me too. I can’t imagine my life without you.”

As they snuggled together under the blanket, the movie Home Alone began, filling the room with another type of warmth. Baran leaned his head on Daddy Darien’s shoulder, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat. In that quiet, intimate moment, surrounded by the magic of the holiday season, Baran knew he had found a love that would last a lifetime.

With Daddy Darien by his side, he felt ready to face whatever the future held.