Hello Daddy... (CHARMIE)

Ch8

Armie carried Timmy bridle style up the stairs, just so Timmy could open this presents and then they can eat and finally go the fuck to sleep after this long day.

When they finally reached the top of the stairs Armie could already read Timmy's mind. "I know you're still overwhelmed about moving in and-"

"-we talked about this. I do want to move in with you. I mean, who wouldn't want to live with the most handsome man in the world-" and Armie laughed pulling Timmy closer under his shoulder, "-who stupidly decided to pick me; the awkward-ugly-scrawny boy who can pack up his whole life in a duffel bag. Yep, it's still a bit overwhelming Armie." Just as Timmy finished his sentence, he gasped when Armie smacked his ass hard.

"And that's for calling yourself ugly," Armie said in a serious tone that made Timmy's knees weak, as he looked down at his feet and blushed.

"Never talk about yourself that way again. Do you understand?" Armie said firmly, pulling Timmy's chin up, making sure he heard him. "Yes," he whispered, getting lost in Armie's open eyes that suddenly turned a shade darker when he grinned.

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir, I understand" and Armie pulled him in for a small kiss before they continued to walk down the hall, giving him the choice of his own bedroom or Armie's room, when Timmy had hesitated asked if he could have his own space just for when he needing to do composition stuff and be loud and out of the way, Armie had immediately said yes, he could have the bedroom next to Armie's and sleep with him whenever he wanted. When Timmy had leered at him, Armie rolled his eyes.

He stuffed his things in one dresser drawer, taking it to the huge bed with the comforter practically screaming to be jumped on. Armie laughed as he watched Timmy's hair bounce.

"Presents?" He asked, catching the corner of his lower lip between his teeth and smiling brightly, and Armie deposited two slim boxes in Timmy's hands.

Timmy dropped them on the bed, wiggling the lid off the first one, blinking down at a fucking phone when it feel into his hand. He just stared at it, and then looked up at Armie.

"You got me a phone," he said, confused, and a little taken back.

"Well, yes. I need to be able to get in touch with you, and it'll be easier for you to talk to me and your friends. It's not a big deal, but I can take it back if you want." He reached for it, and Timmy pressed it against his chest, shaking his head. "Nope, you gave it to me, it's mine now," he stroked his fingers over it, marvelling at the shine of it, how thin it was in his hand, and he smiled up at Armie a moment later. "Thank you Armie," Armie moved to him, tipping his chin up and kissing him firmly. "You're welcome, baby. You going to open the other one?" Timmy nodded, setting the phone carefully on the bedside table before tearing the either box open, feeling himself harden instantly as he stared at the items that fell into his hands, sucking his lower lip between his teeth and looking over at Armie. Although he didn't know what all of them did, he already wanted to try them.

"When can we use them?" He asked, brushing his fingers over the slim black plug, the matching cock ring and the silicone cock cage that was making him a little nervous but a lot more turned on. Armie fisted one hand in his hair and tipped his head back, making Timmy's mouth fall open, and he felt his breathing go ragged.

"Patience, baby. Let's have dinner first"

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