16. Elias

Chapter 16

Elias

His emotions were on a roller coaster, and watching the highs and lows as he got close to his orgasm and then as it slid away from him was just as exhausting as going through it.

Milo was hiding his face against the bed, but his sounds were expressive and his body gave away every need. He loved being tortured and he was just as sensitive there as I'd been told. Oversharing aside, I had to admit that it was wonderful to see that Milo had a friend who wanted him to be happy as much as I did.

The way he alternated between grumbling and whimpering for more as I stretched him made me smile, but it was hot as fuck too. He couldn't seem to decide what he wanted more, and watching his emotions and needs flash through him was amazing.

And it made me want to see what he'd do when I finally fucked him.

Two fingers gave him just enough of a distraction and a stretch that he came back down from the edge, but three shifted him back toward spanking levels of need. I could feel his body clenching around my fingers and milking them for every drop of pleasure he could get.

When he whined and pushed back, not-so-subtly begging for more, I eased my fingers out and squeezed one cheek. "You're such a good boy. You didn't come and you stopped humping my lap."

For the most part.

That got me sexy, embarrassed sounds but he didn't close his legs and he was working his ass like he could still feel me inside him. "I think you've learned your lesson and you're going to be my good boy."

It took Milo a few seconds too long to nod, and I had a feeling that a big part of him was wondering if he'd get another spank if he gave me some pushback. I'd have loved to get a peek at what was going through his head, but it seemed that logic won out in the end.

It was probably a good choice since I wasn't sure what I'd have done if he'd decided to brat his way through the scene.

"Are you ready to feel me inside you?" I'd wanted to reach through the phone and strangle Dally when he'd started oversharing, but I had to admit the results were spot-on. "Do you want Daddy to fill you up?"

He wasn't little, but I was Daddy and the cutesy verbiage was exactly what he wanted, even if he hadn't been willing to admit it.

Dally had said that asking for what he wanted hadn't always turned out well for Milo, and I was starting to understand why. So I was going to appreciate all the helpful comments from the gossipy peanut gallery and simply enjoy the results.

Because it wasn't like Milo wasn't perfectly aware of what his best friend was doing behind the scenes.

Muscles clenching, Milo nodded and pushed his ass up, whining but not willing or maybe just not able to get the words out. He'd made his point, though, and he'd used his words before we'd started the scene, so I wasn't worried. "Good boy."

Asking him to move seemed like a hit-or-miss proposition, so I wrapped my arms around him and lifted him up, shifting him to the side. I wasn't going to be carrying him around the house anytime soon, but I went to the gym often enough that it wasn't a strain.

It was, however, sexy as fuck to Milo.

He moaned and his hips rocked his cock against the bed, so I'd clearly hit on some kind of fantasy. Still, I couldn't have him coming like that, so I gave his bottom a smack. "No humping."

Oh, he liked that.

There was just enough naughty slut to it that Milo shivered and his ass pushed up for more. So I gave him another pop and sighed. "Such a naughty bottom."

His squeak sounded embarrassed but his cock was still desperately trying to get attention any way it could. "But don't worry. It'll be filled soon."

Because he was slicked and stretched and ready to be claimed by his Daddy.

He knew that too because his ass popped up even higher and he went back to burying his face against the comforter. It seemed that his favorite position was dirty innocence, but if he wanted to pretend to be shocked, I could play along.

Running one hand over his ass as I started stripping my shirt off with the other, I made a soft, soothing sound. "Don't worry. Daddy knows what you need."

And his hips started flying again.

Luckily for him, his ass was so high up his cock was barely brushing the bed or he'd have come. But I couldn't let him ignore it, so I gave his bottom a squeeze and made a tsking sound that had his face going red. "Oh, you're at it again."

It seemed that I had a very sweet boy who liked being naughty.

He tried to say something but it was a strangled mess of "Daddy" and "I'm" that didn't make sense. He'd have probably done better if I moved my hand off his bottom but that wouldn't have been nearly as much fun or as distracting.

He was so lost in the fantasy that the only reason he knew I was taking my pants off was because I'd stopped playing with his ass and he finally looked up to pout. "Oh."

The pout didn't last long.

Clearly approving of the shift in the scene, his legs inched out wider and he licked his lips, the innocent part falling away as his inner slut peeked out. "I'm green, Daddy."

And adorable.

"Me too." Palming my erection to show him just how green I was, I spread the last of the lube down my shaft and gave it a squeeze.

Milo shivered and his ass clenched like he could already feel me inside him. "I…I…"

I'm ready?

I'm green?

I need to be filled?

I need to be fucked?

I was betting it was a combination of all of them because he let out a soft, needy whine as I moved behind him and he went back to hiding his face. "That's right. I'm going to take good care of you."

Squeezing his pink cheeks, I let my fingers press into him just enough to get another shiver from him. "Who do you belong to, baby? Who does this pretty bottom belong to?"

All he got out at first was another embarrassed squeak, but after a few seconds, he pushed out the rest of his thought. "You, Daddy. It belongs to you."

"That's right." Running my hands over his sensitive skin, I made a questioning hum. "But what is it? I don't think I heard you."

That got me another adorable sound halfway between embarrassed and desperate. "My pretty bottom, Daddy."

"That's right." Giving him an approving tap, I chuckled when he sucked in a breath. "My good boy has a very pretty bottom."

While he was busy trying to decide what type of dramatic he was going to be, I grabbed the base of my dick to steady it and pressed the head against his opening. As I breached his hole, he shifted his drama in a new direction and moaned, low and needy. "Oh, Daddy…"

Clearly that was what he'd wanted, so I carefully inched deeper, doing my best not to rush him. I knew he was ready, but my goal was to make him crazy, not push him too fast. So I kept it slow and steady as he moaned and rocked, waiting to go faster until he whimpered and clenched. "Please…"

Perfection.

Giving him what he wanted, and probably needed, I went faster and harder, building up until I was bottoming out with every thrust. Milo was gasping and moaning every time I brushed his prostate and every time I filled him up completely. "Daddy…I…"

It wasn't enough words but his tone was beautiful and the way he tightened around me said he was close. Not too close, though, because I kept him right on that edge until he was shaking and rocking back to meet me, making me nail him even harder.

When his tone hit desperate, I blanketed myself over him as I reached under him to wrap my hand around his dick. All it took was one firm stroke to throw him over and he cried out, shaking and dragging me over the edge with him as his body clamped down around me like a vise.

Kissing his neck, I held him as he shook and the pleasure just kept pulsing through him. "Can you feel it? I'm filling you up, baby. My cum is right there. Marking you as mine, aren't I?"

He was too distracted and too exhausted to find where his embarrassment had wandered off to, and all I got was a nod and a happy sigh as he finally went boneless under me. He gave me more happy sounds as I kissed his head and down his back, but the sounds he made as I slowly eased out of him and he could feel my cum were sexy as hell.

And made him sound like a very dirty boy.

Milo was floating in and out of reality as I stretched out beside him and wrapped myself around him. He gave me a soft smile, closing his eyes as I hugged him, and didn't seem to have a care in the world. "Daddy…"

"That's right, baby." I kissed his face and held him as he continued to come down to Earth again. Part of me wondered how he was feeling but I shouldn't have worried. Once he found his footing, his eyes peeked open and little Milo peered out. "There's my cutie."

Giggling softly, he wiggled closer and tucked himself tight against me. "Jammie time, Daddy?"

There was only one right answer to that question.

"Yes, and then we're going to cuddle some more. How does that sound?" Perfect by the way he grinned and nodded his head. "Wonderful. That's what I was hoping you would say."

My sub, and hopefully partner, was thoroughly satisfied and it was time to help my little find that same happiness.

There was no way he was going to stay awake long enough to get a bath and have cuddle time, so I focused on the important bits as I gave him a kiss and sat up. "Do you want to get a shower with Daddy or just go potty and get your diaper on?"

I was leaning toward shower but I wasn't sure where his desire for no condoms ended and a kink began, so I wasn't going to immediately jump to getting him cleaned up.

My question had him scrunching his face up but he shrugged and didn't seem to be hiding anything that made him shy. Little Milo was easy to read, so I took him at his word and made the call for us. "Shower time then. That way you won't wake up sticky."

Or uncomfortable.

Milo giggled as he wiggled his butt, not embarrassed at all. "No stickies."

I rolled my eyes. "Lots of stickies right now but we'll clean them up."

He thought that was hilarious and went back to laughing as he rolled closer to me. When I was standing by the bed, he finally pouted and waved his arms. "Don't leave me."

"Never." A quick peck and taking his hands got smiles from my drama queen. "Upsy-daisy."

More giggles said he'd fully recovered from the trauma of being left for a split second and he got off the bed, laughing as he ran to the bathroom.

Since that seemed to be one part I didn't have to worry about, I followed at a slower pace and had the shower on before he came out of the toilet room. "All set?"

"Yes." He bounced over and kissed my cheek. "Then jammie time?"

Someone was ready to be cuddled and nurse. "Yes, then jammie time."

His soft cock and being utterly focused on what would happen after his shower were two big clues that Milo didn't seem to have any interest in a naughty shower time. So I kept it quick and got right to the point, making sure to get all the cum off him and soaping him up so he'd be fresh for tomorrow. "All set."

Fastest shower ever, but he'd already started to yawn, so relaxing was out of the question. "I…I…"

He'd thought of something but it took him a second to close his mouth and find his words. "I'm all set, Daddy."

Yep, I'd made the right call if agreeing with me took that long. "Wonderful."

Cheek kisses and a quick towel off didn't take long but Milo had turned punch-drunk because suddenly being naked was funny. "Clothes, Daddy."

Giggling like we were being ridiculous, Milo was distracted and hard to wrangle, but eventually I got him over to the bed. "Milo's jammies first, then Daddy's."

Or he might end up wandering away or just falling asleep naked.

"Diaper and cuddle and…" A yawn cut him off and he was half diapered before he started over again. "Diaper. You. You like diapers, Daddy?"

I wasn't sure if it was a random question or if he was thinking something specific, but I nodded. "Yes, I like taking care of you and this is one of those special ways that I can take care of you. Like nursing you."

Bobbing his head as I finished getting him taped up, it took Milo a few long moments before he figured out what he was going to say. "Okay, Daddy."

That was it?

It might've been how tired he was but he was back to giving me sleepy smiles as he sat up just enough to get his race car T-shirt on. "I'm so. That's so. Ugh."

Chuckling, I nodded. "You had a long day."

Milo flopped back dramatically. "Big long day, Daddy."

Too big.

But we'd talk about his schedule and how I could make things easier. I just had to figure out how to phrase it so it didn't sound like I was going to take over his life.

Because I wasn't.

I was just going to make things easier.

I still hadn't figured out how I was going to word that by the time he was dressed and I had sleep pants on, but it was a work in progress and I didn't have to rush. My boy didn't seem to be going anywhere.

Milo crawled into my lap like there was nowhere else in the world he wanted to be and he closed his eyes as he wrapped his lips around my nipple. His soft sigh was more than enough to let me know he was done for the day and that he knew I was right there to keep him safe and take care of everything else.