20. SAMUEL

Being honest with myself, I knew intimacy was difficult and hard to come by. Having sex was the easy part, admittedly. I wanted to connect with Leo on more than just a physical one. I wanted to connect with him mentally too.

While Leo was in the bubble bath, talking to himself and the octopus bath toys I'd given him. I turned the LED colour changing lightbulb on. It was something I'd had installed a while ago. It went through all the colours of the rainbow, and sometimes it was nice at calming me down when I found myself in a fit of rage.

I made the bed with new sheets and a cover and pillows cases. I fluffed the pillows, imagining laying his head down on one of them. Sex was different with different people, I could be known as someone who enjoyed putting their hands on another person's throat, but at the opposite end of that, I was also someone who liked to be soft and tender in my touch, no pain, just pleasure.

"I'm ready to get out now," Leo called out.

"I'm ready too," I said, opening the bathroom door into the darkness. The low intensity colours of the LED trickled into the darkness. "Let's get you out." I took a fluffy, warm towel from the heated towel wrack on the wall.

"But you'll see me naked," he whispered.

"I'll close my eyes," I said. "You know I'll see you naked soon."

"I want to see you naked first, actually."

I pressed a finger to my lips and hushed. "I have a secret, but under this robe, I am naked."

Leo let out a giggle as his arms gentle splashed around. "Ok. Close your eyes."

I didn't close my eyes. It was already difficult to see; the lights were off, the blinds were drawn, the only light came from a lamp in the bedroom. The colourful toys were at the bottom of the tub doing their light show.

He stepped out of the tub, straight into the towel. I wrapped it around him and took another towel and begin drying his body.

"This is nice," he said. "So warm."

"The towel rack is heated," I said.

"Not—not in the other bathroom."

"Did you turn it on?"

"Oh. Um. Maybe not then."

Adorable. I patted the towel over his body under the guise of drying him, I was just satisfying my want to touch him.

Once he was dry, I carried him into the bedroom and laid him on the bed. He cupped his hands at his cock as I pulled the towel from around his waist, the one he'd clung to in the bathroom. Leo watched himself in the mirror. Removing one of his hands, he stroked it up his torso.

"Is that what you came to see?" I asked him as I pulled the rope holding my robe shut. "Or do you—"

"I want that," he said, turning his head to me at the side of the bed. He reached out with a hand, and I stepped back, away from it.

"Do you enjoy looking at yourself?" I asked, walking around the bed to the other side. His eyes followed. "I like looking at you." I dropped the robe and climbed onto the bed, laying on my side to stare into his eyes.

"You're going to be nice, right?" he whispered.

My hand went to his skin, stroking at his torso until I found his hand. "I'll be whatever you want me to be." I leaned into kiss.

"Thank you," he whispered.

"Touch me," I said. "Touch Daddy."

He didn't need any more encouragement, both hands were on my body instantly. He turned on his side, and I saw the semi-erect cock curving up slightly toward his belly. I went all the way down with a hand to touch it, and he touched mine.

Radiating warmth and heat, our bodies came together, squeezing each other as our cock became thicker against each other.

"It's like a sword fight," he giggled, reaching down to take control of his cock from the base, using it like a sword to hit at mine. Mine was bigger, and thicker, I allowed him to keep whacking his cock against mine as if mine wouldn't decimate him. Like a pup going up against an Alpha, it was adorable, and I allowed it.

My hands were busy mapping out the curvature of his back and spine, going to his bum and pulling apart his cheeks. My finger touched his hole, the delicate smooth hole was clenched shut. I wet my finger with a little spit before going back to it. Just the tip of my finger.

"Baby," I let out. "I want it."

"Then take it."

Pulling him on top of me, I grabbed his ass and forced him to my face. He planted his hands on the wall as he tried to be delicate and keep himself from putting all his weight down on my face. But I wanted it, all of it.

My tongue licked at his hole as my hands pulled his cheeks to open him wider. I needed to get inside. He moaned, losing composure as he finally gave in and applied pressure. He was tight and delicious.

"Yes, Daddy," he moaned. "Please, Daddy."

Moving him down my face slightly, his smooth balls on my mouth, I gobbled them both up inside and felt as he writhed around on top of me, gyrating on my mouth, back and forth.

I reached his cock, fully erect and curved up to his belly. The foreskin pulled all the way back. "Give me it," I said.

His body jerked with excitement, all those nerve endings from the tip of his cock made him shiver. I finally got it in my mouth and allowed for him to thrust it as far back as it could go. I liked to taste every part before they got a taste of me. He pulled out of my mouth, squeezing his thighs together with his cock between them.

"What happened?"

"I don't want—to cum yet."

I didn't care if he came now, or later. If he came now, then I'd still fuck him until he came again. He was in his twenties, when I was in my twenties, I could three or four times in one night, and this was only the late morning, he could be cumming all day.

"Cum," I said. "Cum for me."

"But—but—"

"Cum for Daddy."

"What if—"

I sat upright, moving with him. He put him on his back. "Now," I said. "You either cum now, or you cum when I put my dick in you. I want you to cum both times."

"Both?" His wide eyes stared up at me. His cock still concealed between his clenched thighs.

"Please, for me." I parted his legs at his thighs with a hand.

His cock flung back, hitting his belly. His toes curled as he pressed them into the duvet. "What if I can't."

Between his legs, I leaned across him. "I'll make sure you can." I gave him a kiss on the lips, then down his neck and chest. "Go on."

While he pleasured himself, I grabbed a condom from the bedside table. I already knew what I was going to do.

"Fuck me," he let out through a deep panting breath. He came, the translucent cum pooled on his chest. "Daddy. I did it."

Immediately, I touched it and with the cum on my finger, I pressed it against his hole, lubing it up. There was a rhythmic clenching, like a heartbeat as half of my finger went inside. Hooking my finger to press at his prostate, I listened to his gasp. He grabbed the bedsheet and tugged them toward him.

"You like that?" I asked.

He moaned louder. "I'm gonna use your cum," I told him, pulling my finger out of him. "You want to suck it first?"

His cock twitched as he nodded.

My cock was hard, the foreskin still over the head, it was incredibly stretchy skin. I could've docked his cock all the way inside mine.

Using both hands, he guided my cock into his mouth. He used his tongue to wrap around the head and push the foreskin back. I leaned my head back and watched from the mirror above. His head bobbed around on my cock, his attempt to take it all the way into the back of his throat. It would've widened his throat passage if he could, that was for sure.

I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled out of his mouth while he begged for more.

I needed to be inside him so that I could kiss his mouth and letting my tongue feel his tongue. So that we could become a connected circle with our bodies meeting at mouth to mouth and ass to cock.

The condom was slick with lubricant and rolled over my cock, fitting like a second skin. I dipped a finger into his cum and applied it to his hole. Using my cock, I pressed his cum back inside him and pulled out. I did it again, and again, feeling out his hole with each stretch as my tip entered and came out.

"Fuck me please," he said, his cock already semi-erect. "Put it in me. I want it."

Taking both his legs, I pulled them up against my body. The tip of my cock inside him, I leaned out slowly as I went deeper inside. With his legs up, it allowed me in easier. A trick I'd learned for tight bottoms. His moans were louder as he begged for it.

I couldn't tell if he was staring at me or the reflection of us in the ceiling. "You feel nice," I whispered. Lowering my head to meet his, I gave him kiss. "Do you ever put anything else up here?" I asked, gently fucking him, in and out like we were being rocked together on a boat.

"Sometimes, my—my finger," he whispered back through bated breath.

"Good, good." I grabbed his hands and pushed them above his head. His fingers were quite dainty. I doubt they did anything to stretch him out. He moved his legs to wrap them around my waist.

I fucked him for a moment until I wanted to see what he was seeing in the mirror.

Switching up, I laid on my back and his back laid on my torso.

I guided my cock into him as I watched our reflection. This was better. I could see everything. I stared into his eyes as my hands grabbed his body from all angles. He gyrated himself, moving up and down on my cock, back and forth as I pushed my legs up and thrust my cock to his rhythm.

He moaned like an angelic choir begging me to go deeper. I continued, as far as I could go and as soft as it would let me. I didn't want to be rough or hurt him, I just wanted to listen to his moans as my body embraced him.

His cock was already hard again, but I kept his hands from touching him. I played with his nipples like he had played with mine. He didn't last long; he shot the more liquid cum up his body and chin. His hole clenched down around my cock, squeezing my shaft and tip in a synchronised motion.

I pulled out of him as he laid, exhausted across my chest.

"Your turn," I said, scooping his cum with a finger and allowing myself the taste. "Suck it for a reward."

Quickly, regained energy, he pulled himself from my body and appeared between my legs at my cock. I pulled the condom off for him. He didn't waste any time in wrapping his lips around it and taking it as far as he could, his nose in my trimmed hair at the base of my cock. He was choking himself on it.

He wanted me to cum in his mouth.

His fingers were at my nipples, both hands. A warning I'd given him earlier about what it would do to me. The way he was sucking down on my cock, I wondered if I'd been accidentally starving him. Or perhaps he was just really excited to get a decent amount of protein in his body.

I lasted a couple more minutes before he hit a spot with my nipples and my exploded with cum in his mouth. Shot, right to the back of his mouth. He went deeper on it, gulping it down like it was his responsibility to clean up if he had a mess. He pulled away after another minute of licking at my tip and smiled at me.

"You got it all?" I asked, panting out of breath.

Leo wiped his mouth with the back of a hand. "Like the best tube of yoghurt, I've ever tasted." He smacked his lips. "Do we get to cuddle now, Daddy?"

"Since I'm in charge," I said. "I command we cuddle now."

Instead of laying beside me and cuddling against me, he crawled up on top of me and laid his head on my chest. I felt overcome with emotion, not wanting to cry, because I was much stronger than that, but I wanted to break down in some other way after the intensity.

He was asleep within minutes, and I finally let out a little emotion with a single tear down the corner of my cheek. I'd be fine now; everything was going to be fine now. And it had to be, I was a cold-stone killer, but now, I came with a warm little who defrosted me temporarily just for the relief of an orgasm.