“Ah! ‘S naughty!” Xander whispered weak protest, squirming and letting go of Daddy’s cock as he grabbed around his chest instead to hold on tight.
Ivan leaned his chin on Xander’s shoulder, drinking in his full-bodied response as he blindly filled his palm with lube, letting it drip down his fingers to be smeared first, and then pushed into him - penetrating slowly at first. “Daddy can be a very naughty man...” He whispered. “When he’s so proud of his big boy.”
Xander shuddered and squeezed tighter, this time closing his eyes tight against the pleasure he let wash over him in place of the waves of deep fear. “Daddy...” He whispered, a soft throaty cry that held sound far longer than intended. Long fingers pushed readily into him, one at first and then two hooking slightly to massage that wonderful tingly place that made him go just a little swimmy in the head.
“Better?” Ivan murmured, nuzzling against Xander’s cheek just to hear his soft giggles as he thrust faster into the heat of his hole.
Sighing, blissfully unaware of the lewd wet spot of arousal spreading on the front of his jammies as he rubbed against Daddy’s belly, Xander pushed back against the deep touch. “More?” He whined plaintively, “Wan’ Daddy’s thing.”
“Oh?” Ivan chuckled under his breath, always just a little surprised at Xander’s turn of phrase when the mood struck him. “Is that what you want?” He shifted his knees, jostling Xander’s heavy form in his lap to drive home a hard thrust of fingers that elicited a keening cry. “Are you asking for Daddy’s cock?”
Biting back the urge to just demand that very thing, Xander let out a frantic whimper. “Daddy...”
“You know how to use your words.” Ivan withdrew his fingers, tracing around the stretched opening before thrusting into him as deep as the awkward angle would allow. He could feel the puddle of what used to be Xander shaped grinding against him, needy and unashamed despite the innocent ploy. “Tell Daddy what you want.”
Pink heat rose in Xander’s cheeks, conflicted between worlds. He swallowed a throaty moan as Daddy's third finger began to tease and stretch him wider still, making the whole thinking thing difficult at best. “Is’ naughty, Daddy...” He shuddered, punctuating the thought with a groan. “Not ‘posed to swear.”
Thrusting his fingers harder in a suddenly punishing pace, Ivan dropped his voice to a menacing growl against Xander’s ear. “You're not supposed to go against Daddy’s wishes either, are you?”
Xander stammered a simpering “No” that ended in a loud and lusty cry. He couldn’t break the rules but... but Daddy said-
Ivan interrupted before the long pause could culminate. “Tell Daddy what you want, Xander. I don't want to have to put you over my knee... but don't think I won't.”
Xander yelped and tried his best to focus himself. A spanking he could bear, but making Daddy mad or disappointed was just too much. Barely whispering, he did as he was told. “I-I-I... wanna... you know...” He whined in the back of his throat as Daddy's deep fingers slowed. “Wan’ Daddy’s thing in... in there. My naughty place.”
It was so endearing, a little distractingly immature but nothing he hadn’t heard tumble from those lips before. Ivan stilled his fingers then, letting Xander feel the thickness of them as he stretched him wider still. “Big boy words, Xander. Last warning.”
It was all he could do not to whimper and beg, but Xander forced himself to focus and let the humiliation set in. “Wan’ Daddy’s cock.”
“Good.” Ivan nodded against his cheek. “And where does Daddy's cock belong?”
Closing his eyes tight, Xander let out a shaking half-sobbed breath. In any other context it would be a joke, it'd be absurd, but in the depths of fragile put on innocence it was shameful to think it let alone say what Daddy wanted to hear. He whispered, “In my butthole.” His cheeks burned red, genuine shame washing over him, as Daddy's fingers slowly pulled out. In a fluid shift, the world came out from underneath him as Daddy's body rolled him down on his back in the big bed. His legs were pushed up, exposing him through the open flap with full access.
“Open your eyes, sweetness,” Ivan cooed, already looming between Xander’s bent legs.
Obedient and needy, Xander looked up into Daddy’s eyes to see them full of adoration and lustful intent. “I did ok?”
A reflexive smile stretched Ivan’s mouth fully, warmth radiating between them. “You did such a good job, Xander.” He murmured as he stroked the swollen head of his cock along the slick lube streaks he'd made. “I like it when you use your big boy words.” He let out a low, rumbling moan as he barely had to push along his cleft to begin sinking into the delicious heat that pulled at his manhood.
The first nudge of pressure elicited a gasp, and then a heady cry as Daddy's cock split him slowly, his hips barely moving to push deeper. “Daddy...” He whined, grabbing for his t-shirt and tugging at the hem.
“Shh...” Ivan groaned softly, ripples of pleasure engulfing him. “Nice and slow, baby boy. I want you to feel just how much Daddy loves you.”
Each shift of hips felt like a new inch inside him, despite the fact that Xander knew full and well Daddy’s cock wasn’t some disturbing monster appendage, and sent new keening whimpers to squeeze at his throat. “Da...” He panted harder, eyes half-lidded and body throbbing with the prolonged sensation. Focusing himself, he watched Daddy’s eyes and tugged his shirt again. “Shirt?”
Allowing it, Ivan lowered his head and let Xander struggle to peel off tight tee, giving him all the more time to withdraw and then push his cock deeper as though struggling to fit what he already knew intimately. “Such a needy little one...” He leaned in closer, bracing his hands under Xander’s arms. “Have you missed your Daddy?”
“So much...” Xander’s voice cracked as his arms wrapped around Daddy’s chest, stroking his newly bare skin and drinking it in.
Moaning low and loud, Ivan closed the short distance between them and claimed Xander’s mouth in a slow and loving kiss, tasting him deep until his cock rooted firmly and fully inside him. Breaking away, dragging a deep breath, he answered the unspoken question. “I missed you too baby boy.” His hips shifted in slow, deliberate thrusts. “Missed this. Missed your sweet stupid face... your... you.” He chuckled, no longer able to let the line between his little Xander and the man he’d had the blessing of knowing some time. “I’m sorry we don’t get more time to play.”
Xander kissed desperately at the prickly facial hair under his mouth, nuzzling up into Daddy’s beard, feeling full of love and lust and so much cock. “More?” He whined, not quite a question but a request.
Laughing softly, Ivan pulled up to flash him a gentle grin before kissing him again, taking his time with the delicate pace of his body merging into Xander’s large form with each gentle push of his hips. Supersoft cotton rubbed at his chest, doing little to dull the very present heat off Xander’s body, nor the dampness spreading across his belly as Xander’s cock prodded him ardently. “You feel so good, sweetheart.” He sighed, picking up his pace as Xander clenched tighter around him. “Want to make sure you don’t forget how good Daddy feels inside you.”
He wouldn’t forget, not ever, especially not when he would smell Daddy’s aftershave days after and be unable to look at certain things the same way for months. No, Daddy wouldn’t be forgotten. Not his lap, not his steady hands, not the way he could make him feel so scared and so loved in the same fucking breath. Xander’s arms squeezed tighter, forcefully pulling Daddy to his chest and holding him as tight as he can. “Won’t forget.”
Ivan’s breath hitched and the hard crest of his orgasm snuck up on him from behind, a shuddering keening cacophony of noises distilled to a single husky gasp as he smacked harder against the thickness of Xander’s ass. Rooting hard there, grinding against the solidness of him, he let the instinct he’d been holding back since he cinched that last buckle take hold and gave in to his desire. His body moved in eager strides, offering what little he had left to feel the hot spread of wetness through cotton plastered against his belly.
Xander gasped when it hit him, the surge of - yeah, oh god that’s a thing - Daddy’s come inside him intoxicating and exhilarating in all the right ways. He’d earned his gift, he’d been a good boy and made Daddy so proud. His hips lifted, grinding him up against the curve of Daddy’s soft and yielding belly. “Ahh....” He flushed hotter still and turned away only to have Daddy’s hand on his cheek forcing him to pay attention whether he could focus fully or not. “Daddy!”
Holding himself up on shaking arms, Ivan leaned into him and found his mouth, closing off the cries with a firm kiss - letting up only when he felt Xander’s body uncoil and relax beneath him. Breaking away, he let out a relieved sigh, smiling when Xander giggled at the tickle of his whiskers like they hadn’t just been rutting like animals and there wasn’t a mess on the bed and spreading between them. “Good boy.” He murmured, brushing a kiss first across the bridge of Xander’s nose and then several more across his chubby cheeks. “You wore Daddy out.”
It took a moment to collect himself, a moment full of beardy butterfly kisses and Daddy’s weight pushing down on him. They came back to the real world in mirrored breaths. He laughed, a startlingly small sound, and nuzzled up against his lover’s cheek. “Such a good Daddy.” He whispered, wrapping his arms around Daddy’s waist to hold him close. “Bath?”
“Bath.” Ivan groaned just a little, not quite ready to find his feet again. “I made a promise, I always keep my promises.”
“No tickling.” Xander smiled against the prickly skin that scrubbed against his face as another barrage of Daddy kisses teased him. “Bath. Sticky.”
It took all the effort he could muster just to roll off his lover and manage steady feet to the master bathroom. But, it was worth it for the soft squeals of excitement he could hear as he started the tap and added a capful of bubblegum colored soap. “Come on now, Xander... let’s get you cleaned up before naptime.” He watched the open door, the way Xander slid off the bed and awkwardly padded toward him with a sheepish grin somewhere between feeling dirty and utter innocence. As strange as their particular play could feel sometimes, that was a moment he always thought about later. The duality of debauchery and sweetness in Xander’s smile as he struggled with the tight shoulders of his sullied pajamas, twisting and biting his lower lip until Ivan’s Daddy hands took care of the hard work that was undressing.
“Pink!” Xander grinned, leaning to snatch bubbles from where they piled and wafted on the hot water. “My favorite.” Well, tied with blue and also the shimmery glittery ones that he wasn’t allowed to use anymore because apparently even soap glitter doesn’t come off anything. Daddy struggled to tug off his footies before he could submerge them as he slid into the tub on his belly, letting wonderful pink bubbles and hot water envelop him. The fear he’d had before was long gone, replaced fully by Daddy’s love and the soft work of his hands rubbing away tension and lingering remnants of their naughtiness. It was gonna be okay, Daddy would keep him safe.
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"Daddy's Boy" (Ivan/Xander, Explicit: age play, straitjacket.) 4/4
Date: 2018-04-18 01:02 am (UTC)Ivan leaned his chin on Xander’s shoulder, drinking in his full-bodied response as he blindly filled his palm with lube, letting it drip down his fingers to be smeared first, and then pushed into him - penetrating slowly at first. “Daddy can be a very naughty man...” He whispered. “When he’s so proud of his big boy.”
Xander shuddered and squeezed tighter, this time closing his eyes tight against the pleasure he let wash over him in place of the waves of deep fear. “Daddy...” He whispered, a soft throaty cry that held sound far longer than intended. Long fingers pushed readily into him, one at first and then two hooking slightly to massage that wonderful tingly place that made him go just a little swimmy in the head.
“Better?” Ivan murmured, nuzzling against Xander’s cheek just to hear his soft giggles as he thrust faster into the heat of his hole.
Sighing, blissfully unaware of the lewd wet spot of arousal spreading on the front of his jammies as he rubbed against Daddy’s belly, Xander pushed back against the deep touch. “More?” He whined plaintively, “Wan’ Daddy’s thing.”
“Oh?” Ivan chuckled under his breath, always just a little surprised at Xander’s turn of phrase when the mood struck him. “Is that what you want?” He shifted his knees, jostling Xander’s heavy form in his lap to drive home a hard thrust of fingers that elicited a keening cry. “Are you asking for Daddy’s cock?”
Biting back the urge to just demand that very thing, Xander let out a frantic whimper. “Daddy...”
“You know how to use your words.” Ivan withdrew his fingers, tracing around the stretched opening before thrusting into him as deep as the awkward angle would allow. He could feel the puddle of what used to be Xander shaped grinding against him, needy and unashamed despite the innocent ploy. “Tell Daddy what you want.”
Pink heat rose in Xander’s cheeks, conflicted between worlds. He swallowed a throaty moan as Daddy's third finger began to tease and stretch him wider still, making the whole thinking thing difficult at best. “Is’ naughty, Daddy...” He shuddered, punctuating the thought with a groan. “Not ‘posed to swear.”
Thrusting his fingers harder in a suddenly punishing pace, Ivan dropped his voice to a menacing growl against Xander’s ear. “You're not supposed to go against Daddy’s wishes either, are you?”
Xander stammered a simpering “No” that ended in a loud and lusty cry. He couldn’t break the rules but... but Daddy said-
Ivan interrupted before the long pause could culminate. “Tell Daddy what you want, Xander. I don't want to have to put you over my knee... but don't think I won't.”
Xander yelped and tried his best to focus himself. A spanking he could bear, but making Daddy mad or disappointed was just too much. Barely whispering, he did as he was told. “I-I-I... wanna... you know...” He whined in the back of his throat as Daddy's deep fingers slowed. “Wan’ Daddy’s thing in... in there. My naughty place.”
It was so endearing, a little distractingly immature but nothing he hadn’t heard tumble from those lips before. Ivan stilled his fingers then, letting Xander feel the thickness of them as he stretched him wider still. “Big boy words, Xander. Last warning.”
It was all he could do not to whimper and beg, but Xander forced himself to focus and let the humiliation set in. “Wan’ Daddy’s cock.”
“Good.” Ivan nodded against his cheek. “And where does Daddy's cock belong?”
Closing his eyes tight, Xander let out a shaking half-sobbed breath. In any other context it would be a joke, it'd be absurd, but in the depths of fragile put on innocence it was shameful to think it let alone say what Daddy wanted to hear. He whispered, “In my butthole.” His cheeks burned red, genuine shame washing over him, as Daddy's fingers slowly pulled out. In a fluid shift, the world came out from underneath him as Daddy's body rolled him down on his back in the big bed. His legs were pushed up, exposing him through the open flap with full access.
“Open your eyes, sweetness,” Ivan cooed, already looming between Xander’s bent legs.
Obedient and needy, Xander looked up into Daddy’s eyes to see them full of adoration and lustful intent. “I did ok?”
A reflexive smile stretched Ivan’s mouth fully, warmth radiating between them. “You did such a good job, Xander.” He murmured as he stroked the swollen head of his cock along the slick lube streaks he'd made. “I like it when you use your big boy words.” He let out a low, rumbling moan as he barely had to push along his cleft to begin sinking into the delicious heat that pulled at his manhood.
The first nudge of pressure elicited a gasp, and then a heady cry as Daddy's cock split him slowly, his hips barely moving to push deeper. “Daddy...” He whined, grabbing for his t-shirt and tugging at the hem.
“Shh...” Ivan groaned softly, ripples of pleasure engulfing him. “Nice and slow, baby boy. I want you to feel just how much Daddy loves you.”
Each shift of hips felt like a new inch inside him, despite the fact that Xander knew full and well Daddy’s cock wasn’t some disturbing monster appendage, and sent new keening whimpers to squeeze at his throat. “Da...” He panted harder, eyes half-lidded and body throbbing with the prolonged sensation. Focusing himself, he watched Daddy’s eyes and tugged his shirt again. “Shirt?”
Allowing it, Ivan lowered his head and let Xander struggle to peel off tight tee, giving him all the more time to withdraw and then push his cock deeper as though struggling to fit what he already knew intimately. “Such a needy little one...” He leaned in closer, bracing his hands under Xander’s arms. “Have you missed your Daddy?”
“So much...” Xander’s voice cracked as his arms wrapped around Daddy’s chest, stroking his newly bare skin and drinking it in.
Moaning low and loud, Ivan closed the short distance between them and claimed Xander’s mouth in a slow and loving kiss, tasting him deep until his cock rooted firmly and fully inside him. Breaking away, dragging a deep breath, he answered the unspoken question. “I missed you too baby boy.” His hips shifted in slow, deliberate thrusts. “Missed this. Missed your sweet stupid face... your... you.” He chuckled, no longer able to let the line between his little Xander and the man he’d had the blessing of knowing some time. “I’m sorry we don’t get more time to play.”
Xander kissed desperately at the prickly facial hair under his mouth, nuzzling up into Daddy’s beard, feeling full of love and lust and so much cock. “More?” He whined, not quite a question but a request.
Laughing softly, Ivan pulled up to flash him a gentle grin before kissing him again, taking his time with the delicate pace of his body merging into Xander’s large form with each gentle push of his hips. Supersoft cotton rubbed at his chest, doing little to dull the very present heat off Xander’s body, nor the dampness spreading across his belly as Xander’s cock prodded him ardently. “You feel so good, sweetheart.” He sighed, picking up his pace as Xander clenched tighter around him. “Want to make sure you don’t forget how good Daddy feels inside you.”
He wouldn’t forget, not ever, especially not when he would smell Daddy’s aftershave days after and be unable to look at certain things the same way for months. No, Daddy wouldn’t be forgotten. Not his lap, not his steady hands, not the way he could make him feel so scared and so loved in the same fucking breath. Xander’s arms squeezed tighter, forcefully pulling Daddy to his chest and holding him as tight as he can. “Won’t forget.”
Ivan’s breath hitched and the hard crest of his orgasm snuck up on him from behind, a shuddering keening cacophony of noises distilled to a single husky gasp as he smacked harder against the thickness of Xander’s ass. Rooting hard there, grinding against the solidness of him, he let the instinct he’d been holding back since he cinched that last buckle take hold and gave in to his desire. His body moved in eager strides, offering what little he had left to feel the hot spread of wetness through cotton plastered against his belly.
Xander gasped when it hit him, the surge of - yeah, oh god that’s a thing - Daddy’s come inside him intoxicating and exhilarating in all the right ways. He’d earned his gift, he’d been a good boy and made Daddy so proud. His hips lifted, grinding him up against the curve of Daddy’s soft and yielding belly. “Ahh....” He flushed hotter still and turned away only to have Daddy’s hand on his cheek forcing him to pay attention whether he could focus fully or not. “Daddy!”
Holding himself up on shaking arms, Ivan leaned into him and found his mouth, closing off the cries with a firm kiss - letting up only when he felt Xander’s body uncoil and relax beneath him. Breaking away, he let out a relieved sigh, smiling when Xander giggled at the tickle of his whiskers like they hadn’t just been rutting like animals and there wasn’t a mess on the bed and spreading between them. “Good boy.” He murmured, brushing a kiss first across the bridge of Xander’s nose and then several more across his chubby cheeks. “You wore Daddy out.”
It took a moment to collect himself, a moment full of beardy butterfly kisses and Daddy’s weight pushing down on him. They came back to the real world in mirrored breaths. He laughed, a startlingly small sound, and nuzzled up against his lover’s cheek. “Such a good Daddy.” He whispered, wrapping his arms around Daddy’s waist to hold him close. “Bath?”
“Bath.” Ivan groaned just a little, not quite ready to find his feet again. “I made a promise, I always keep my promises.”
“No tickling.” Xander smiled against the prickly skin that scrubbed against his face as another barrage of Daddy kisses teased him. “Bath. Sticky.”
It took all the effort he could muster just to roll off his lover and manage steady feet to the master bathroom. But, it was worth it for the soft squeals of excitement he could hear as he started the tap and added a capful of bubblegum colored soap. “Come on now, Xander... let’s get you cleaned up before naptime.” He watched the open door, the way Xander slid off the bed and awkwardly padded toward him with a sheepish grin somewhere between feeling dirty and utter innocence. As strange as their particular play could feel sometimes, that was a moment he always thought about later. The duality of debauchery and sweetness in Xander’s smile as he struggled with the tight shoulders of his sullied pajamas, twisting and biting his lower lip until Ivan’s Daddy hands took care of the hard work that was undressing.
“Pink!” Xander grinned, leaning to snatch bubbles from where they piled and wafted on the hot water. “My favorite.” Well, tied with blue and also the shimmery glittery ones that he wasn’t allowed to use anymore because apparently even soap glitter doesn’t come off anything. Daddy struggled to tug off his footies before he could submerge them as he slid into the tub on his belly, letting wonderful pink bubbles and hot water envelop him. The fear he’d had before was long gone, replaced fully by Daddy’s love and the soft work of his hands rubbing away tension and lingering remnants of their naughtiness. It was gonna be okay, Daddy would keep him safe.