Chapter 18

Reed

Between our competing schedules and my overtime, I hadn’t spoken to Jakob in person in a few days. I didn’t love this opposite schedule bullshit, but it was mostly around the holidays when it got rough. The ER was never slow between flu and other airborne viruses coupled with the stress of the holidays. This was the first year that it bothered me. Under normal circumstances, no one checked up on me to ensure I was properly eating and not drinking too much caffeinated sludge.

After my shopping day request, Jakob made a point to check in with me. He texted me good morning and night, along with daily updates. With so many people taking off for the holidays, he’d buried himself in the lab where he could work uninterrupted during the day.

I didn’t want to disrupt him, but I had made arrangements for a daily meal delivery. At a minimum, I knew he wouldn’t work through lunch without eating. At home, I’d prepare dinner before I left for work and put it in the refrigerator so he’d have food waiting for him when he got home. For my peace of mind, I didn’t relish the idea of Jakob doing more than heating dinner in the microwave. Jakob and cooking were not a great fit.

Now that my shift was over, I could finally head home and see Jakob. Neither of us mentioned the hastily spoken words that slipped out when I dropped him off for shopping. It wasn’t something to discuss over text or hurriedly mention when I crawled into bed after he’d gone to sleep. By mutual agreement, we’d tabled it until later. Later was now.

I pulled into the driveway but stayed in my car to admire Jakob’s work on the front porch. He’d texted earlier about whether I had any more decorations hiding somewhere in the house. What I had was tucked away in the garage, but I hadn’t pulled them out…maybe ever? My mom dropped them off when I bought the place, and they’d ended up in the corner of the garage to be forgotten for years.

Jakob had pulled them out and made my porch a goddamn winter wonderland. In typical Pacific Northwest winter fashion, the skies had remained a dark gray, so even at noon, the Christmas lights showed up well. The lit reindeer were arranged on the steps, draped in bells and live greenery from somewhere.

It looked like a home. A well-loved home. And it was ours.

Enough. My boy was waiting, and it was Christmas. I climbed out of my truck and headed for the front door.

“Jakob? I’m home,”

I called when I was past the front door.

I shrugged out of my coat and hung it on the empty hook before toeing off my boots. Because I couldn’t stand it, I took a second to straighten the mess Jakob had left behind. I made a mental note about it, but it wasn’t the time to discuss housekeeping. “Jakob?”

“Papa, I’m in the back,”

Jakob hollered.

The giggle in his voice was clear, and I heard the rustle of paper. I stepped into the room and looked on the couch for him—empty. I glanced toward the chairs, which were also vacant. His giggles were slightly lower, which brought my gaze to the Christmas tree. There, wrapped in acres of Christmas gnome wrapping paper, was Jakob.

He’d loosely wrapped the paper around his waist and tied a giant ribbon around his middle that was strategically placed directly over his dick. He’d also fashioned a huge bow that crisscrossed his chest like a present. The placement of the ribbon reminded me of a leather chest harness, which brought up a host of other ideas. Jakob smiled brightly, but I could see the nerves behind his smile.

“This might be the best Christmas present I’ve ever gotten.”

I quickly crossed the room and dropped to the floor next to him. Once in front of him, I leaned forward to cup his jaw and place a gentle kiss on his lips. They parted slightly, but I resisted the urge to deepen the kiss. We needed to clear the air before we moved forward. My heart needed the clarification, and I hoped I wasn’t about to be heartbroken. I had a good feeling.

“I’ve missed you this week, Papa, but I’m glad you made everyone feel better.”

Jakob’s tone was nervous, and he picked at threads on the ribbon wrapped around him.

“Some were a little tougher than others, but we tried hard for everyone.”

I leaned forward again and gave him another kiss. “But I missed you like crazy.”

“You missed me too?”

“Yeah, it’s hard not to miss the guy I’m in love with.”

Jakob’s breath hitched at my declaration.

“Are you sure? I know I said it the other day, but just ’cause I blurted it out doesn’t mean you have to say it back. It’s okay. It’s fine. People say it, but it doesn’t have to mean anything. It’s fine.”

Jakob babbled faster and faster, with his hands waving wildly around his head. He was in danger of undoing the ribbon he’d wrapped so carefully around him. Unwrapping him was a job for his Papa.

“Have I ever lied to you?”

I kept my voice even-keeled.

“Never, Papa.”

“Then why would I start now? I love you, Jakob. I love how sweet and kind and wonderful you are. And now that you’re here, I can’t imagine my home without you.”

His smooth skin was too close not to touch. I traced a path down his arm until I reached the tips of his fingers.

“Oh, Papa, I love you too.”

Jakob launched himself at me. His arms tightened around my neck while he peppered kisses across my face. When he did, the wrapping paper around his waist shredded and he was left bare except for the ribbed underwear underneath.

“Oh, look what I found,”

I said while I ran a finger under the tight band. His cock stirred under my gaze. His gasp was better than a gift when I traced over the growing bulge. “Love, what’s going on here?”

His giggle might have been the happiest sound I’d heard in a long time, possibly ever. “Is this part of my present?”

Jakob’s earnest, emphatic nod was so very him. “Can I unwrap it?”

“Ye-e-eah,”

Jakob responded after an audible gulp. “If you want.”

“Oh, I want. I want very, very much.”

I pulled the metallic-red ribbon’s loose end. It collapsed, and I was able to pull it off. Jakob hissed when the fabric slid across his skin. The lights played on his skin in the shadow of the Christmas tree on this overcast day. My fingers found the already hard nubs of his nipples. I rubbed the pad of my thumb first on one, then the other. He tossed his head back at the contact and emitted a low groan. On my second pass, I teased both nipples and was rewarded with a similar sound.

The wrapping paper lay in shreds around him. The rustling sound made me smile when I pushed him back upon it. He looked confused but laid back at my urging. I followed the move and rewarded Jakob with a soft kiss when he listened to my silent instructions.

“You’re such a good boy. I love that about you. You always want to make your Papa happy, don’t you?”

Jakob tried to answer, but it came out in a croak. I kissed the tendons straining in his neck and the pulse point throbbing there. His bobbing Adam’s apple tempted me like nothing else, and I licked a stripe over it. He rewarded me with a shudder that triggered one of my own. I rained kisses across his shoulders and slid down to continue my descent.

Jakob writhed beneath me, and his movement went straight to my dick. As much as I could, I put my wants aside to show Jakob how much I desired, adored, and loved him. When I reached his chest, I suckled softly on one nipple and then the other. Jakob whimpered slightly when I bit too hard, and I immediately soothed the sting with my tongue. I repeated the treatment on the other with a softer nip.

“Papa, Papa, Papa,”

Jakob chanted.

He’d raised his hands to my hair, threaded his fingers through, and gripped tightly. The bite of his fingers went straight to my cock, tenting the front of my pants. Thank God I’d had the foresight to grab a shower and a new pair of scrubs before I left the hospital. With a grunt, I moved down his torso until I reached his training pants. With a groan, I nosed along the fabric and mouthed at his hard length beneath it. When I couldn’t hold off any longer, I pulled it aside so I could finally put my mouth on his cock.

The angle wasn’t working because I couldn’t reach his cock the way I wanted. I tossed his legs over my shoulders and swallowed him down my throat. Jakob’s gasp made me chuckle, which had him gasping from the vibrations against his dick.

I snaked one hand under his ass so I could ghost a finger over his hole while I sucked his dick. Jakob’s feet rubbed against my back before finally reaching the floor beside my torso. He thrust his hips forward to fuck my face. I used my free hand to anchor him down when he threatened to buck me off.

“Papa, oh my God, I’m gonna…gonna…”

Jakob’s voice trailed off while his balls pulled up tight.

I imagined the familiar tingles were working their way through his body, but I wasn’t ready for him to come yet. I popped off his dick, and Jakob’s wail of protest fed my ego.

“Shhh, not yet. I’m not finished with you.”

I forgot to grab lube before we started this, so I sucked my forefinger for makeshift lube. Jakob’s dick was flushed dark pink and sticky liquid beaded from his slit. I liked the salty precum, but I encircled the base of his cock to prevent him from popping off.

My mouth watered to taste more of Jakob. Every moan and whimper of his sent me flying high with him. He was so fucking responsive. When I glanced up, his skin had a sheen of sweat as he arched his back at the sensations wracking his body. I eased off his spongy cockhead, traced my tongue along the slight vein that ran on the underside of his shaft, and then laved his balls.

I nuzzled against the crease of his thigh and nibbled along the part I could reach. My hands moved under the globes of his ass and angled him upward. His squeak made me chuckle, which lasted until my tongue traced across his taint and found his pucker.

“Papa! What are you doing?”

Jakob’s voice was somehow both strangled and breathy.

“I’m tasting you,”

I answered before I laid my tongue flat against him. His shuddery moans had my cock stiff as steel in my pants. “You are fucking delicious.”

Jakob’s guttural sounds cascaded over us as my tongue stabbed at the tight ring of muscles that protected his channel. After that, Jakob’s ability to speak failed him completely. Jakob’s hands crept up to jack his cock until my growls moved his hands away. My tongue fucked his channel while his dick bounced against his stomach.

My tongue teased the nerves around the pink rosebud. Just like his mouth and cock, he tasted so fucking good. The combination of musk and soap was heady and filled my head. This was a man I could taste until the day one of us died. My dick strained against my briefs, and it was only a matter of time before I exploded in my pants. Jakob planted his feet beside me and ground himself against my mouth.

“Baby, you get to come when you say the words I need to hear. Fuck, I want to hear you say them again.”

“Papa, I love you. Gaaah, I…love…you.”

Jakob’s desperation to come was clear, and I redoubled my efforts to fuck his channel with my tongue. When his body clenched, I knew he’d managed to come without a touch to his dick. Ropes of cum streaked across his chest and stomach.

I pushed his limp legs off my shoulders and kneeled between them, shoving my scrubs out of the way and pulling out my cock so I could jack myself. My cock was deep red and painfully hard. I spit into my hand for lube and grasped myself with a firm hand. In just a couple of strokes, my release spilled from me. My eyesight went dark around the edges while stars exploded behind my eyes. My cum mixed and mingled with Jakob’s across his torso. When my muscles loosened enough for me to move, I reached down and massaged our mixed cum into his skin.

Jakob silently watched me. Splayed on his back, he looked like a king lounging and enjoying his subject’s ministrations. It wasn’t an inaccurate description.

#

“C’mon, love, let’s get you in the bath,”

I said as I ushered him to the tub. Jakob’s confusion was evident on his face, but I pretended not to notice. “I’ll grab the bubble bath for you.”

“Papa, I really, really, really wanna give you the prezzies I got for you. Can’t I just shower? It’s sooooooo much faster.”

Dammit. Why was little Jakob still so logical?

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“That was a rough angle on your legs. If you don’t soak them, you could end up with leg cramps.”

I paused to look around before handing Jakob some play items. “And Mr. Octopus needs water every single day.”

Maybe I wasn’t fooling him, but he accepted my offered toys anyway. The sea creature would get his necessary daily dunks, and I could brush my teeth and run downstairs.

I was in and out of the water in less than three minutes. Maybe I wouldn’t pass my mom’s level of clean, but it was good enough. When I left the bathroom, Jakob tried to get out of the tub, but I told him his legs needed at least twenty more minutes of soak time. His grumbling left no doubt that he was ready to get out, but he stayed put like the good boy he was.

After I tossed on sweats, I raced downstairs to get the stowed presents out of the garage. I’d hidden them in plastic bags behind lawn paraphernalia where Jakob would never stumble across them. Three bags might be too much, but dammit, it was his first proper Christmas, and I was allowed to go overboard if I wanted. Since I was his Papa, my opinion was the only one that mattered on the subject.

Thankfully, I’d had the foresight to have all the presents wrapped before I even left the stores. The ribbons and wrappings were enough to keep him occupied, and I couldn’t wait to watch him do it like the proud Papa I was.

The timer on my watch said I had two minutes left before I knew Jakob would be out of that tub, so I hastily arranged the presents under the tree as neatly as possible. Realistically, I knew Jakob didn’t care how they were stacked, but I wanted everything to be perfect for my boy. When the bell pinged, I headed upstairs two at a time to get Jakob out of the tub. As predicted, he was about to pop out.

“Hey, hey, you gotta wait for me to get you.”

“Papa, noooo, I wanna give you prezzies.”

Jakob’s lip was stuck out so far that it was a wonder it didn’t pop out.

“Did you play, or did you wash?”

Silence.

“Jakob, did you wash yourself, or did you play?”

“Papa, I’ve been home, so not dirty.”

“Well, that tells me you definitely didn’t wash, dirty boy. We gotta scrub you because Santa doesn’t bring presents to naughty boys who don’t get clean.”

“Papa, he didn’t come. I checked this morning.”

“Silly goose! Santa couldn’t come until he knew I was on my way home. C’mon, let’s get you done so we can double-check.”

With that, Jakob let me wash his hair and scrub the rest of them. We sang off-key versions of Christmas carols, mostly involving kissing Santa and Santa Baby, which made Jakob giggle when he did the sexy parts. Once finished, I dressed Jakob in training pants and the same reindeer onesie he wore the day we met. I booped his nose, and when he protested, I smacked his ass.

“Papa! You gotta be nice!”

“Was I not nice?”

Because it had been too long since I touched him, I grabbed him by the hips and dragged him close. We were face to face, body to body, cock to cock. His cheeky grin faltered when I thrust against him, and he felt my hard cock. “This is kinda nice, love.”

“Papa, I love you more than anything in the whole world. Even more than I love Christmas, but I’ve been such a good boy and really, really, really want to open prezzies now.”

He danced from foot to foot in anticipation. “I’ve been waiting and waiting. No peeking…not once. Imma good boy.”

“Yeah, you’re the best boy.”

My voice turned soft as I pushed his blond curls out of his eyes.

“Then let’s gooooooooo.”

Jakob howled the last bit before he clutched my hand and dragged me downstairs. At the foot of the stairs, he came to an abrupt stop. From the steps, he just stood and stared at the tree. I hoped it was shocked happiness but his expression was indecipherable.

“Papa,”

he gasped. “Oh, Papa. He came! Santa came for me.”

When he choked out the last part, I realized Jakob was trying to hold back tears. His wide eyes shimmered with them and both hands were clasped in front of his chest. His eyes roamed from one package to another, trying to take in the sight in front of him. I knew he didn’t give a damn what was in the packages. Someone took time for him, and not a damn thing else mattered. His eyes stopped roaming when he saw the stuffed octopus sitting in front of the tree.

“Love, why are you crying?”

“Because it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Santa”—Jakob gave me a knowing look, and I gave him an indulgent one in return—“cared enough to give me what I’ve never had. How could I not cry?”

“Oh, Jakob, I love you.”

I pulled him into my arms and kissed his crown of curls. “I’m so glad you crashed into my truck that day, and I’m extra glad you’re the cutest octopus in the ocean.”

“You sure, Papa?”

“I’m sure, love.”

“I love you too, Papa.”

“Not more than I love you.”

Epilogue

Reed

“Papa, you sure you want to hard launch us like this?”

Jakob asked as he fussed with his outfit.

He’d agonized over what to wear until I picked out slacks and a button-down shirt for him. One thing he’d discovered over the last few months was a love of silly socks. Today was cartoon sloths holding hands on a branch covered by a rainbow. Adorable.

“Yes, you’ve already survived Sunday dinner. Is this that different?”

I ducked the towel Jakob threw at my head, grabbed him, and jerked him close to me. “How bad can it be?”

He was too tempting, and I nuzzled the spot behind his earlobe, which always made him shiver.

“Pretty bad, Papa! Sunday dinner is just your parents and Cap. Your mom fusses over me, and your dad wants to yell about politics. And Cap…well, actually, I don’t know about him. I think he likes me okay enough. Maybe? Maybe not.”

“Cap likes you fine. He’s my twin…he’s predisposed to like you, which he legit does anyway. And it’s exactly like Sunday dinner except with more people and food. Mandatory fun days are command performances. We get summoned, eat, annoy each other, and go home. I promise I’ll stay by your side.”

“Do you really promise, Papa?”

Jakob eyed me suspiciously.

“I promise, love.”

“Pinky promise?”

Jakob offered me his pinky to twine with my own.

“Pinky promise.”

With that settled, we found our jackets and headed over to catch the ferry. We should have been able to get on without delay this early in the day, but there were worse things than having extra wait time in the truck with Jakob while we waited our turn. As luck would have it, we made the first loading and took our twenty-minute ride to the island.

Jakob entertained himself by quizzing me about the cousins for the boat ride and the brief drive to my parents’ house. Their house was only ten minutes, give or take, from the ferry terminal. We’d been here several times since Christmas, but this was the first Family Fun Day he’d been subjected to, and I was hoping it would go well.

My cousins gave each other a ration of shit at every opportunity, but I’d already warned them in the group text that Jakob was off-limits. He wouldn’t see the humor in their jackass ways. The only cousin not in the chain was Beckett, who’d gotten sick of our jokes a while back and left the chat. He might be the biggest dick among us, but he rarely talked, so I wasn’t too worried about him.

Jakob’s nervous chatter fell to the wayside when we pulled into their driveway. The road was already lined with vehicles. A quick glance at Jakob had me pulling into the closest open place I could squeeze my truck in.

“Love, look at me,”

I softly ordered. Jakob swung his gaze to me while he gnawed on his lower lip. “You are fucking amazing, and I’m so lucky you’re slumming it with me.”

His snort of laughter was exactly what I’d hoped for.

“I’m proud to be your Papa. The thing to remember about my cousins is that it’s always appropriate to tell them to go fuck themselves. My aunts and uncles are mostly fine, except for Uncle Lindsey and Aunt Marjorie. Just ignore them because they are assholes. They’ll bitch about everything, but remember, whatever it is, they are both full of shit and wrong.”

“Okay, Papa. I just want to make a good impression on the rest of your family.”

Jakob’s voice was small and serious. I liked when he boomed and giggled.

“You couldn’t do anything but that.”

Jakob rewarded me with the prettiest blush.

“Let’s get this done.”

With those words, I jumped out of the truck and went around the other side to fetch him. After I helped him out, my mouth dropped to his for a slow, sweet kiss. Jakob’s pillowy lips parted with a sigh and my tongue dipped inside. His taste was always a heady potion that went straight to my dick. Before I lost myself, I pulled away. Jakob’s nervous smile was shaky but present. Hand in hand, we walked down the gravel driveway and toward the front porch stairs.

“Papa, who is that?”

Jakob’s furtive motion was in the direction of a tattooed, broad-shouldered man in ancient boat shoes, raggedy board shorts, and a worn T-shirt with Almstead Island Police Department emblazoned across the front.

Beckett, my cousin, sat on the steps, glowering when we walked up. Jakob shrunk behind me and tightened his hold on my hand. Scruffy or in uniform, he was always an intimidating man. Between the plethora of tattoos, a heavily muscled body, and a permanent scowl, there was nothing warm or welcoming about him. Beckett was quiet but no stranger to being a dick. He and Cameron, another cousin, were partners on the local police force and fought about everything.

“Hey, Beckett, how’s it going?”

I didn’t expect much of a response and called that one right when I was met with silence. “This is Jakob. Jakob, this is my cousin.”

Again, no response. “Jesus, the least you could do is pretend to have some manners.”

A look I didn’t understand passed over his face but was gone in an instant. If it were anyone but him, I might have thought it was regret.

“Sorry,”

Beckett mumbled but didn’t make eye contact. He opened his mouth to say something more, but Marjorie, his mom, came out the front door before he could speak.

“I figured I’d find you out here not doing anything to help.”

She gave Beckett the side eye before her eyes narrowed at Jakob and me. “Reed, are you not going to introduce me to your…friend?”

My hackles rose at her tone. Beckett flinched at it, and Jakob’s grip on my hand tightened.

“This is Jakob, and he’s my boyfriend, not my friend.”

“I don’t understand why you people have to flaunt your business.”

“Probably for the same reason you changed your name when you got married and now sign everything under the sun as Mrs. Lindsey Hagen.”

I heard a sound from the tattooed oak tree that sounded suspiciously like a laugh, but when I looked over, his perpetually angry expression was firmly in place.

“Did you not bring a contribution? Rather rude, wouldn’t you say? You’d think your boyfriend would know not to show up at someone’s home for a get-together without a contribution.”

This time, the sound from Beckett was unmistakably a derisive scoff.

“Mom, you know damn well we were all told not to bring anything this time because the aunts had a plan,”

Beckett snapped as he got to his feet. “Dad said he wanted to talk to me about something. He’ll want you there, so we might as well go find him.”

With a curt nod in our direction, Beckett ushered her inside. Her complaints about the rudeness of making his dad wait rained down without even a break to catch her breath.

We stood silently as they disappeared inside the house.

“She’s…uhhh…something,”

Jakob offered hesitantly.

“Yeah, a bitch. Sorry about that. I promise she and Lindsey are the worst. Everyone else is fine.”

“Is he okay?”

“Is who okay?”

“Your cousin? Beckett? Who else would I mean?”

I gave Jakob a smart smack to his ass that elicited a sharp gasp from him and a chuckle from me.

“He’s perpetually pissed off. You get used to him.”

“Hmm, if you say so, Papa. He seemed more sad than angry to me.”

Jakob’s words hung in the air, but Marjorie must have announced us because the horde of relatives now bore down on us in an attempt to get a better look at Jakob. As I expected, he stayed glued to my side, and for the most part, my relatives behaved themselves.

Jakob was quiet, as I’d expected, but my aunts fussed over his curls and offered him food non-stop. Beckett’s parents and a few random relatives were standoffish. I knew it was the gay thing, but it didn’t matter. I’d been out since before I left the island for college, and I sure as fuck wasn’t going back in the closet.

After we’d made the rounds through the house, saying hello and kissing great-aunts’ cheeks, we headed out to the backyard, where the cousins were sitting in lawn chairs around an unlit fire pit, drinking beer. Jonas and Elliott were playing a game of horseshoes with non-stop shit-talking. Cameron alternated between yelling over his shoulder at Beckett, who had ended up on the edge of the property just staring at the rest of us, and heckling the horseshoe game.

Jakob and I found our way to the enclosures. His favorite thing when we visited was to play with my mom’s pet goats. Since he wasn’t dressed to get in the pen, he resigned himself to feeding them carrots through the fence panels and scratching their noses. If there was a better sound in the world than his giggles, I wasn’t aware of it.

“Papa, I have a goat?”

“Where would you keep one, silly boy?”

“In the house? I’d name her Goat-trude, and we’d be best friends.”

“As much as I’d love that for you, there isn’t enough room in our house for a goat.”

“Papa, why you gotta be a meanie?”

“Ahem.”

Jakob and I whipped around to see Beckett behind us.

“Jesus, how do you never make any sound?”

“That’s so cool you’re quiet like that. I bet you’d make an awesome ninja,”

Jakob whispered.

“Yeah, sorry to interrupt. Your mom wanted you to come look at a rash.”

Jakob’s look of revulsion made me burst out laughing.

“Jakob, you coming?”

“Ew, that sounds gross. Do I have to, Pa-Reed?”

The distinct whine in Jakob’s voice was unmistakable.

“I’ll keep an eye on your boy.”

Beckett’s tone was flat, so I chalked up his words to a figure of speech. Besides Jakob’s almost slip just now, there was no way he would know anything about the nature of our relationship.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll be right back.”

“Wanna meet the goats?”

Jakob asked shyly. Beckett nodded silently.

I watched Jakob introduce the goats, one by one, to him. It was hard to hide my laugh when a startled Jakob shouted fuck at a wayward goat nibble.

#

After our day on the island, we returned to our house covered in grass stains and dirt. Jakob’s plan to stay out of the goat pen because he was dressed nicer than usual had fallen to the wayside by the end of the afternoon. When we were back in our house on the mainland, I hustled him into the shower to thoroughly scrub him from head to toe. The scrubbing gave him the giggles, but I washed all the nooks and crannies. For my turn, I made quick work of it.

“C’mon, love, let’s get you dry.”

I tousled his hair before swiping the water from his body. When finished, I snagged his hand and pulled him out of the bathroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and left Jakob standing in front of me.

“Papa, I trouble?”

“Do you remember our rules about language, love?”

“No cussing.”

Jakob sighed.

“Little boys don’t use naughty words. And you said fuck with Beckett. That’s a word for big people.”

Jakob looked as chagrined as anyone could, what with acres of dewy skin and only a rubber ducky towel wrapped around him. “What happens to naughty boys?”

“They get spankings, Papa.”

“That’s exactly right.”

Jakob was never so beautiful as he was when he was in little space and depending on his Papa—a role he’d inexplicably chosen me for—to make things right. And I loved every minute of the job. “C’mere, love, lay across my lap.”

Jakob dropped his towel and stepped forward. I took his hand to guide him across my thighs. With his legs dangling on one side and his torso on the other, it left his semi-hard cock wedged between my bare thighs.

Fuck, he was beautiful.

I traced over the smooth peach of his ass. My fingers ghosted over his puckered hole, which sent him squirming.

“Love, you have to be still. You gonna take your punishment like a good boy for Papa, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Papa, I want to be your good boy.”

“Oh, you are, love. You are my good boy. I’m so proud of how you take your punishment. You look so pretty with your ass on fire.”

As I spoke, I continued to rub his ass to warm up his skin.

“Make me good again, Papa.”

“You already are.”

And then I landed my first blow against his skin. Jakob’s gasp came with a jerk of his body at the surprise contact. I rubbed the sting away until he squirmed and lifted his ass to meet my hand. His cock had gone from half-chubbed to hard as steel, trapped between my thighs. His curls fell across his eyes and I smoothed them back to see his face. His eyes met mine. They weren’t nearly debauched enough.

My open hand fell to his ass again and again and again. I alternated the sides and spots until the entire area was a lovely bright pink. The more blows he received, the more damp my thighs became with his precum. He began to hump against my thighs.

“Papa, I can’t take it,”

Jakob cried.

If he could talk, he wasn’t far enough gone.

“Do you want to come, sweetheart?”

My question came with another series of blows.

“Yes, yes, fuck.”

“Tsk, tsk. You know better. Now you get an extra punishment.”

“Nooooo. Please, Papa. I sorry.”

“I know, I know. I’m gonna let you come, baby. All you have to do is fuck my lap for it.”

“I need to come, Papa. Please.”

Jakob’s voice was choked with tears now. Oh, this was better.

“Love, I meant it. You can come anytime you want as long as it happens by you rubbing your cock on me.”

I kept a steady rhythm of blows that turned his gorgeous globes from a pretty pink to a deep red. All the while, Jakob writhed against me. I did my best to ignore my hard dick that rubbed against him with every squirm and thrust. Hopefully, I wouldn’t come first. I bit back a groan of my own when his body ground against me.

Jakob’s face was streaked with tears that fell into his open mouth when he moaned deeply. His sobs were mixed with babbled begging to come. With each blow I gave, his movements became more disjointed and jerky. When he turned his head to beg for relief, I saw that he’d been biting his bottom lip, leaving it swollen and raw. His pupils were blown, and he looked wonderfully, filthily defiled.

Jakob’s entire body arched and stilled a moment before I felt hot liquid against my thighs. He threw his head back to shout his release before collapsing across me again. I felt the pulsing of his cock against me, spurts of liquid with each one. My cock was hard to the point of pain, and I was desperate to come myself.

Jakob looked back at me with a soft smile before he slid, boneless, off my lap and onto his knees in front of me. He looked up at me through hooded eyes. Jakob’s spent cock was still half hard even after coming, but his face was splotchy and streaked with tears and sweat. He looked wrecked.

“Papa, wanna suck you. Please, please…need you.”

Jakob begged so prettily.

“Go ahead, love. Make Papa feel good.”

Jakob fell on me like a starving man. He swallowed my dick and then choked on the length. I tried to pull out, but Jakob’s sound of protest stilled my retreat. I held myself still while he adjusted to the intrusion. When his fingers eased their pressure on my outer thighs, I slowly thrust forward. His grunts and whines spurred me on to thrust deeper and faster. His protest turned to moans of satisfaction.

“Sweetheart, you earned your choice,”

I rasped out. “Tell me where you want me to come. If you want to swallow me, squeeze my leg. If you want me to come on you, take your hands off.”

Jakob immediately withdrew his hands while another groan came from the depths of his core. “Put your hands on your dick. Play with my toy.”

I threaded my fingers through his curls and held his head still while I fucked his face. In just a few strokes, I felt my release surging through my body. My balls pulled up tight and the nerves at the base of my spine snapped and sizzled. It took every ounce of my willpower to pull myself out of Jakob’s mouth so my release could splash over his cheeks and chest. He valiantly tried to catch the cum as it jetted from my dick, but most of it splashed across his face.

When the first few streams hit him, his cock managed a second smaller orgasm that spilled over his fist. I grabbed his hand and licked it clean before he could wipe it off. Jakob’s expression was absolute pure bliss. Sitting on his knees, covered with cum, with a splotchy face and swollen lips, he was absolute perfection.

Perfectly, thoroughly debauched.

It was a few more minutes before either of us could speak or move. When we finally made our muscles work, we headed back into the shower for a quick rinse before bed. After a quick towel dry, balm for Jakob’s ass, and brushing our teeth, I dressed Jakob in his current favorite teddy bear pajamas and tight training pants.

Lately, he’d been asking about the diapers we’d bought before Christmas, but he wasn’t ready to make the leap. I assured him it was always his choice, but I also knew it was only a matter of time before he’d go from dipping his toes in the water to jumping off the deep end.

We snuggled into bed with Jakob’s paci firmly clamped in his mouth. His gentle sucking was better than any white noise machine I’d ever had. Jakob plastered himself to my side, and I wrapped my arm around his shoulders.

“I love you, Jakob.”

“Love you too,”

he whispered around the rubber nipple. “Papa, you gonna marry me?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna marry you.”

“Do it ’morrow?”

“I need a little more time to make it happen than that, but soon, okay?”

“Okay, Papa, I just checking.”

“I know. Go to sleep so we can start figuring out our plan in the morning.”

Jakob didn’t answer. A brief look at him revealed the pure smugness on his face, which made me burst into laughter. This boy knew exactly what he was doing.

“Did you cuss on purpose today?”

I didn’t get a confirmation, but his giggle said it all.

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