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"Daddy's Boy" (Ivan/Xander, Explicit: age play, straitjacket.) 2/?

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Wiry curls tickled Xander’s chin and then his cheek as Daddy brought the zip all the way up to his throat before fastening it down with a snap. He gasped and then giggled as those familiar lips brushed across his and lingered there for a long moment, further stirring the pot of butterflies in his gut. “Daddy...” He whimpered. “Tickles!”

“I know.” Ivan grinned against Xander’s lips before taking a half step back only to watch him sink to the bed as soon as he did. “Come on now, sweetie. I need you up just a little longer...”

“Don’ wanna!” Xander whined, lips curling into a pout that was genuine. All he wanted in the moment was to curl up in the big bed with his Daddy and his cuppy. “Wanna nap.”

Ivan rolled his eyes, but with affection. The brat was peeking out early. “Xander...” He dropped his voice to the all-too-familiar warning signal for anyone under the age of twelve. “Do you want a spanking?”

Xander’s lower lip wibbled, an honest stripe of youthful fear cutting through him. “No! Daddy! Thas’ mean!”

“Bad behavior earns punishments...” Ivan glared down at him, steely eyed and ready to turn him over a knee if need be. He watched Xander crumble, a light shine to his eyes as he stood up, head hung low. “There we go. Now we’re just gonna try on the special jacket.” He’d learned Xander’s tells well over the years, the way the left corner of his lips tweaked upward when he had an idea he didn’t want to share, the way he shuffled his feet just to look a little more innocent than he actually was, and especially the way his shoulders slumped forward and knees bowed slightly when he had hit the sweet spot and taken on the little persona. He was ready to listen, to not pretend but to actually be small.

Well, as small as a man his size could be.

Shifting on the balls of his feet, Xander pliantly allowed Daddy to lift his arms - holding them up only a little reluctantly. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw the straitjacket lifted almost effortlessly into Daddy’s strong arms, held against his chest and then turned until it was opened to him. His gut suddenly felt very heavy, each jingle of buckles drawing out a strand of dread that made his anxiety ratchet up all the higher. “Daddy...” He whimpered, biting down on his lower lip to hold back further sound.

“It’s okay.” Ivan said calmly, stepping sidelong to stand in front of him again. “Daddy’s right here and after I make sure it fits just right, you’re gonna get special tickles.”

“Special tickles?” Xander gasped, eyes lighting up, that dread vanishing immediately. “I wan’ special tickles!”

“I know you do...” Ivan grinned, his cheeks warming slightly. Special tickles had been an accident at first, something he hadn’t intended to be a thing when at first their intimacy and roleplay had been innocent with sexual overtones at most. A slip of the hand while little Xander played in a warm bubble bath had informed him that he wasn’t the only one aware of those overtones. And really, it had been far too adorable to see Xander red-faced and crafting bubble spikes on his soft wet skin not to touch just a little. A little became... well, quite a lot, and like most of their somewhat strange situation they just never said it wasn’t a thing. “You can even have a bubble bath later.”

The gasp slipped out even higher than before, then lit with a full giggle. “Oh! The watermelon kind or blueberry or pink? Please say the pink!”

Ivan shook the jacket slightly, letting the heavy canvas drag the buckles for a loud clatter. “You’ll just have to see, won’t you?”

Xander pouted deeply. “Not fair.”

“I never said life was fair.” Ivan thumbed out the tabs that would wrap around Xander’s collarbone and then quickly slid both arms into place, tugging it up over Xander’s wide shoulders before he could protest too much.

“It’s heavy!” The anxiety returned with a vengeance, rolling in the pit of his belly. “I don’ wanna do this...”

“Shhh...” Ivan stepped carefully behind him, brushing kisses across Xander’s cheek as he took hold of the back straps. “It’s okay baby boy, just a little more... you’re doing so good right now.”

Xander swallowed the lump in his throat, already feeling the burning behind his eyes as tears threatened to fall. “Daddy...” He whispered, barely audible over the loud thunder of canvas on metal as Daddy pulled the first buckle at his shoulders tight. “Please...”

It was physically difficult for Ivan to continue, his instinct to care for the little one - as big as he was - momentarily overriding the scene. There were indications, always, Xander could stop it at any time with only an alteration of his voice to show him the moment was broken and things were going wrong. For the first time, he couldn’t help but feel a little like that might need adjusting. He didn’t understand the little headspace as well as he’d like to, didn’t know how deep that pliable mind went. Leaning in close, he let his voice shift to the natural pacing and tone. “I’m right here, Xander. I don’t want to hurt you.”

The corners of Xander’s mouth twitched, his cheek shifting enough that Ivan could tell he was almost smiling. “Love you, Daddy.” Xander whispered, and then drew a deep breath. “I’mma be a good boy. Promise.”

The words warmed him as much as they confirmed that things were still okay and Ivan continued, making quick work of the second buckle and then the third. He’d cinched it down tighter on Liam, leaving no room to feel anything but canvas weighing him down, for Xander he tried to assuage the rapid heart rate he could feel when he pressed his cheek to Xander’s neck. Just a little loose, some breathing room that wouldn’t alter the utility of the device. “Almost there.” He murmured, tugging on the bottom to let it strain against the thickness of Xander’s chest. The next strap rasped across the body of a green t-rex, an amusing contrast tickling his brain as he looped it through the steel buckle and cinched it down. “Daddy’s so proud of you right now.”

His feet shifted again, the weight of the jacket feeling almost too much to support on his shoulders as it pushed down snugly against his belly. “I’mma good boy...” He whispered, swallowing back a sob with a gulping breath. He was trying, he wanted to do good and be good and make Daddy’ proud more than anything. Against the tension, he struggled to lift an arm and wipe away the first tears rolling down his hot cheeks with the canvas sleeve only to smear it across his skin.

“You are such a good boy.” Ivan verified, starting on the final buckle. The fear was audible in Xander’s voice, he could practically feel it wafting off of him. “Almost done with the buckles.”

A small whimper escaped Xander’s throat and he closed his eyes against the welling fear. It was tight, confining, scary, but he trusted his Daddy. Daddy wouldn’t hurt him, not more than a few swats if he was naughty - which he tried so hard not to be - but that thought couldn’t make the panic fully go away. He tried again not to cry, but it was all quickly becoming too much and the tears began to roll freely down the sides of his nose as he lowered his head. When Daddy held him close a long moment only to fold his arms across his chest and then pulled the straps at his wrist toward the buckles, Xander cried out. “Daddy! No! I can’t! I can’t!”

Once again, Ivan stopped and let the guilt wash over him. He didn’t break, he simply gave Xander a moment to breathe. “Just a little more, Xander. You’re gonna be okay. Daddy’s almost done. Is that okay?”

Xander didn’t move his arms, only hugged himself tighter and let out a meekly sobbed sigh. “Iss ok, Daddy.” He sniffled, and the snorted back another sob. He was really barely holding it together, but he didn’t want to stop. This was something he was going to have to face one way or another and even in the little mind he knew that. Daddy knows what he’s doing. Daddy will keep you safe.

Taking his time, reading every twitch of Xander’s muscles as he slouched into the gentle tug of the straps, Ivan secured his arms a little looser than he would have to for the shoot to look right. “Okay. Nice and tight. Let’s get a good look at my special boy.” Xander shivered under his touch as Daddy traced a heavy hand down his shoulder mid-step, keeping him aware at all times of his presence. “Look at me, sweetie. See? Daddy’s here.”

It took all the power in him to stay upright, but Xander tilted his head back up to catch Daddy’s soft eyes watching him. Sniffling, shaking, Xander shifted his shoulders and let it sink in that he really was restrained. “Daddy... ‘m scared.” He gulped, fresh tears streaking his red cheeks.

“Shh.” Ivan leaned into him, peppering kisses across his tear stained cheeks and then his puffy lips before wrapping both arms around him. “Don’t be scared,” Ivan cooed, “Daddy’s here. It’s gonna be okay.” He reached up, stroking the back of Xander’s head. “Let’s sit down okay?”

Pulling again at his restraints, harder this time, Xander strained to return the hug he couldn’t give. A choked cough ripped through his chest and in a moment of desperation, he buried his face in Daddy’s shoulder let the sobs just come.

It had occurred to him that it might work out this way, that Xander might break under the strain, and while he’d tried to prepare emotionally as much as he could, he knew that there were things he couldn’t have accounted for. Things like Xander’s weight falling onto him, pushing him no matter how he dug his heels into the high pile carpet. “Come on, lay down with Daddy right here...” Ivan pressed right back, shifting his weight into Xander’s chest much more forceful than he’d anticipated. Xander bucked, and then folded, bending just enough for Ivan to get the upper hand and maneuver him onto the duvet. “You’re getting big, sweetie...” He grimaced, and then grinned once he was certain Xander was safe and wouldn’t fall off.

Xander’s sobs hitched and the second the bed dipped beside him, he rolled to find Daddy’s chest with his face and the curled on himself. It was awful, bearable but awful. He could feel Daddy’s strong, sure hands stroking his hair, hear the low rumble in his chest when he spoke, but it didn’t make the fear go away.

“I love you so much.” Ivan murmured, letting Xander work through it, letting him stew just a little longer in his bondage. “You’re such a good boy. Xander, listen to my voice okay? Can you hear my voice?” He wailed softly into Ivan’s chest in response, it was close enough. “Hey, Daddy’s proud of you. Do you know that? I’m so proud.”

He sniffed and nodded against the familiar solidness of Daddy’s chest, drinking in the tender care. There was a gentle tug at the strap on his chest, and then a much harder yank as Daddy rolled him onto his chest. Opening his eyes, he caught a glance of bulging strong forearms that flexed and then let go. “Daddy-”

“Shhh.” Ivan murmured, stroking a firm hand over the back of Xander’s head as he straddled him across the thighs. “Daddy’s got you. Just relax. Breathe nice and slow. In through your nose, out through your mouth.”

It was harder than it sounded. Xander forced himself to draw a deep breath in through his nose, letting it out as a wobbly sigh. “Ok...”

"Daddy's Boy" (Ivan/Xander, Explicit: age play, straitjacket.) 3/4

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Spreading his weight, Ivan pressed his hands against the small of Xander’s back, letting him feel that reassuring weight on top of him as found his perfect spot at the thickest part of Xander’s thighs. “I’m gonna help you relax, sweetie. Just a little tickle...”

“Tickle?” Xander sighed another shaking breath, mind dimmed in the moment. “Special tickles?”

“Mmmhmm.” Ivan’s hands slid slowly downward, tugging purposefully at the buckles to get Xander just a little more acclimated to the jacket. “And I need you to breathe for me.”

“Breathe.” Xander’s small voice echoed and he turned his head back to the blanket, covering his face. He felt Daddy’s hands on his hips, groping and squeezing, stroking his soft jammies in soothing circles. He was trying to be calm, trying not to let the fear and excitement overwhelm him, but something about the very real inability to reach out to Daddy and ask to be held made it soo much harder.

“I’m going to give you your cuppy and I want you to take little sips, okay? Just a little bit.” Xander whimpered in reply and Ivan took that as a positive. Leaning into him, barely resting his chest on Xander’s back, he snagged the discarded mostly-full sippy cup from where it had rolled and then guided it to Xander’s lips. Watching, he smiled when Xander’s head turned just enough to take the nub between his lips and draw gently at the soft plastic until he could hear the liquid burble over Xander’s frantic breaths. “Good, very good Xander. Nice and slow. Just like your ba.”

“Ba...” Xander sighed around the wet tip, letting just a little drink dribble from the corners of his mouth. He didn’t often crave the bottle, but as stressed as he was the allure of crushing a soft silicone nipple against his tongue was sounding very nice. His mind flitted to wondering if Ivan had kept one around just for him, maybe tucked away on a high unused shelf - he didn’t keep any himself, but there was an emergency pacifier tucked away in his overnight bag. He took another small sip, the carbonation already fading but the warm fuzzy sensation of alcohol calming to his belly just a little. Shyly, he asked; “Daddy? Paci?”

The small coo was not what Ivan had expected to hear and it took a moment to register just what Xander was asking. “Oh. Baby boy, you want your paci?” Xander nodded against the mattress and Ivan shifted up to his feet without missing a beat. “Okay, I’m just going to go get it, I’ll be right back. Daddy wants you to lay very still, okay?”

Whispering, Xander managed an answer. “Ok Daddy.” He didn’t have it in him to turn and watch, so he closed his eyes and tried to focus on breathing nice and slow just like Daddy said.

It was an unexpected request, he’d only seen glimpses of the baby blue plastic ring that peeked out from the front zipper pouch where Xander stored snacks on the rare weekend they got a chance to play and he’d never actually asked for it. That said, he was very well aware of a certain oral fixation and stress was very present at the moment. Sure enough it was there, sitting between an expired apple juice box and a mostly empty baggie of Froot Loops.

His logical brain knew that it was only a few seconds, but logic had gone out the window along with concepts like modesty and appropriate the moment pjs came into the picture, so Xander fretted silently until he felt the press of Daddy’s weight on top of him and then leaning over him like a calming wave of warm love. “Paci?”

“Right here...” Ivan whispered, purposefully nuzzling his scratchy facial hair against Xander’s cheek before turning his head to catch the barest hint of a sweet smile showing. He offered it with an awkward push of the clear silicone against Xander’s pink lips, opening them before slowly pushing it in. In any other context, specifically one where Xander wasn’t a few degrees from a panic attack, it would have actually been kind of hot. In the moment, it was more calming for both of them. Xander bit down and then gave several hard draws with his lips before the shift of tight straining muscles underneath Ivan was obvious. “There you go... that’s much better, isn’t it?”

Xander grunted, biting down again and letting the feedback take the brunt of his tension. Better. Better. Safe. Calm. Everything is fine. This is all fine.

“Such a good boy.” Ivan sighed, feeling his own strain and worry ratchet down. He let out another soft murmur of approval before pressing a line of kisses along the collar of the jacket and the back of Xander’s hair. “We’re just gonna rest for a few minutes and then we’ll get you in the bath.”

“Baf...” The word was muffled, Xander’s lips holding tight to the binkie. Bath sounded very good, nice warm water and bubbles and Daddy’s kind hands.

“Mmmhmm, a nice bath for my precious boy.” Ivan whispered, kissing the tip of his ear. “Just a few minutes.”

Xander let himself drift, initially drawing careful breaths between long draws but soon letting his mind be blank and not think about anything but Daddy’s weight holding him down and his scratchy hairs tickling along his neck and his cheek. It wasn’t so bad, not with Daddy there.

Ivan counted the ticks of the mantle clock on his nightstand, not wanting to glance away from him for even a second as Xander’s breaths began to slow to a comfortable ease. If it had been more than a couple minutes, he might have assumed Xander had drifted off, as it was, the lull was the best he could have expected once Xander had started to panic. Three minutes. He rubbed the length of his nose over the smoothness of Xander’s throat, letting him feel the gentle tickle before the press of fingers to carefully take his pulse. Five minutes and the click of plastic drew his attention to where the pacifier had dropped from Xander’s slack lips, he checked his pulse again. Eight minutes and a small snore heralded full and total relaxation.

“Xander...”

Daddy’s sing-song voice roused Xander easily, his blurry eyes opening to the warm browns of the blanket under his face. “Daddy?” He answered in a sleepy breath.

“You need to move your arms slowly, they’re gonna be a little buzzy in your elbows.” Ivan didn’t wait to let Xander try himself as he pushed up and quickly freed the left hasp. His hands carefully held Xander’s arm at the elbow and guided it out first and then up, stretching it out. “Okay there, baby boy?”

He couldn’t feel his fingers until his arm was fully extended and prickles of blood rushed back enhanced by the stiff canvas underneath them. “Uh huh.” The right side was easier, Daddy’s comforting touch showing him just how to stretch and bring back the feeling fully. “Buckles?”

“Mmmhmm. Lots of buckles, but Daddy’s real fast.” Ivan was already tugging open the first as he spoke. He had the third open by the time Xander stretched his long legs and flexed underneath him, the heavy jacket falling open. “Do you want to sit in Daddy’s lap for a little bit before bathtime?”

“Nu-uh.” Xander groaned, his limbs moving freely and the weight of the canvas shifting away as another buckle came free. “Bath first. Want bubbles.”

“Of course. Silly me. Bubbles and then special tickles.”

“Huh?” The word came out a dulled, exhausted slip of sounds as Xander’s brain caught it just a little slow. “Tickles?”

“Well, maybe. Daddy likes lap time too.” He liked it a lot. Far too much. And it sounded really, really good given his own body’s response to tension is the exact opposite of panic exhaustion. His cock was straining at the zipper of his jeans, and rocking against Xander’s ass as he frantically popped buckles wasn’t exactly helping.

It wasn’t a fair choice... bubbles or lap time, who could choose? The last strap pulled free of its buckle and like a weight off his chest, Xander could breathe deep again. He took the freedom to roll onto his back and wiggle out from Daddy’s knees to grab him and pull him down close. Daddy’s whiskers scraped against his skin, feeding him kisses punctuated with soft little groans of pleasure and relief. That sensation sealed it for him. “Up?”

Ivan’s lips curled in a reflexive smile, he was just a little relieved to have that answer. Xander needed the closeness just as much as he did. “Of course.” He answered tenderly, wrapping his arms under Xander’s shoulders to heft him up as he slid cross legged underneath him to provide support. “Daddy loves you so much...” He groaned, his arms wrapping their way around the thickness of Xander’s barrel chest as strong legs pressed tight against his back, locking them together. “You were so brave.”

“Scary...” Xander murmured into the crook of Daddy’s neck, nuzzling and seeking out skin with his mouth. He burrowed his face in harder, taking a deep inhale of Daddy’s woody cologne, prickles of shadow burning on his face like familiar light. Daddy jostled him, bouncing him slightly in his lap to fit in together somehow even closer as lips and tongue tasted his own sweaty skin.

The frantic search for stimulation calmed gradually until Ivan found himself contentedly rocking Xander’s heavy body in his arms, drinking in each one of his eager touches. “You don’t have to be scared anymore.” He murmured, one hand gently lifting Xander’s face until they pressed forehead to forehead. “I’ll protect you, always.”

The deep lines of sincerity were writ on Daddy’s face, the creases at the corners of his tender eyes leading into the wrinkles where his smile shone. Xander nodded as best he could, accepting a gentle whiskery kiss that lingered on his lips and then split them, the taste of something smokey on Daddy’s tongue reminding him just how good this part of play time felt. Xander sighed, melting around the edges while a firm hand traced circles on his back, and just like that the fear was gone. Daddy would protect him and hold him in strong arms that were never really mean and always knew just what he needed. “Thank you.” He whispered as the kiss broke, his voice cracking with it. “I love you, Daddy.”

Ivan’s body throbbed, a voice in the back of his head kindly reminding him that hoo boy this is wrong as fuck only to immediately squashed with his much louder id grabbing for Xander’s hand and guiding it to where he felt the last half hour most. “I’m so proud of you.” He whispered, lips finding their way to the curve of his ear. “Can you feel how much I love you?”

Xander’s fingers traced the thick denim under his palm, very easily feeling the hardness underneath. “Nuh-uh.” He shook his head, offering up an innocent doe-eyed look.

“You need a closer feel.” Ivan answered, knowing full and well it was a lie. No less, he thumbed open the button and tugged his fly down, inviting Xander’s hand to fumble at the waistband of his shorts and tug until his awkward fingers wrapped around the thick shaft of his cock through thin cotton. “I’m in a bit of a state.”

Xander cooed, genuinely pleased with the fullness in his palm, but fully aware that he could get even more. “Wanna feel it.” He pooched out his lower lip, batting his lashes for an extra touch of near-innocence. “Please Daddy?”

A groan bubbled up from Ivan’s chest, with that look he couldn’t have refused if he wanted to. In the moment of absolute clarity between feeling Xander tug at his boxers and shoving down the waistband, he tucked away a tiny reminder to tell Xander just how persuasive his innocent face could be when he really wanted to be naughty. Also, that he was a total brat. Those thoughts were pushed away when thick fingers grasped at the head of his cock and then carefully teased at his skin.

Biting down into his lower lip, Xander slid his fingers down around the base of Daddy’s cock and give a firm appreciative squeeze.. “Big Daddy...” He giggled, cheeky delight tucked behind his mask of innocence.

A gasp escaped, but was then colored with a rumbling moan. “All because of you.” Ivan rocked a little harder then, pitching himself to trap Xander’s hand between them and force just a little more pressure as those smooth fingers began to idly stroke him. “Because you trusted Daddy so much and were such a good boy.”

The whimper that came out was a drastic change from the terrified whine of before, it was needy and eager and just the right amount of embarrassed as Daddy doted on him. His pink cheeks stretched with a wild grin and Xander let himself go just a little limp to rock with Daddy, squeezing and stroking at the length in his hand supported only by Daddy’s strong embrace.

He could come from just that tender touch alone if given the time and inclination to not push even further, but in for a penny in for a pound and if things were going to be naughty he was going to truly spoil his sweet little Xander. “I’m gonna let go and get the slippery stuff, don’t move.”

Xander fussed when Daddy laid out on his back, that warm touch lost for the seconds it took to blindly grope for his nightstand for the bottle, but focused his attention on the exposed length still throbbing against his fingers. He stroked there, faster than before, catching wet beads on his fingertips to draw them back down until Daddy was groaning and bucked back against him. It wasn’t until Ivan’s attention turned back to him that he lifted his moist fingertips to his mouth and idly sucked the sweetness from them.

“Gosh you’re cute...” Ivan sighed, glancing up at the strange tableau of Xander idly suckling his fingers with a nearly vacant look of innocent bliss, all the while rubbing practiced strokes over his cock and teasing out what was very clearly near. “I just wanna eat you all up!” He growled playfully, once more rolling his torso to wrap around him, attacking Xander’s throat with wet sloppy lips and tongue and nibbles of teeth.

Xander squealed and leaned into Daddy’s arms, distracted by the tickle of whiskers and heat rising up all over his body until he felt a strong grasp squeezing his butt ardently and the kindling became a blaze. “Daddy!” He gasped, pushing back as Daddy pulled him forward.

The loud rip of infrequently used velcro cut through their heavy breaths when Ivan tore free the bottom flap under his hand, giving himself full access to his prize. “Cute boys get all the best presents...” He murmured against the crook of Xander’s neck, fingers already tracing the welcoming curve of Xander’s ass, opening his cleft to find his own gift with the pad of his index finger.

"Daddy's Boy" (Ivan/Xander, Explicit: age play, straitjacket.) 4/4

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“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.