Snowflake (bxb)

Green (mature)

Dontrell wanted nothing more than to bend his Snowflake over and fuck him into the thin prison mattress, but he couldn't, at least not until after he'd talked with Inaco.

Their... agreement... needed updating, evidently, and Dontrell wanted more than just a safe word, he wanted to know how Inaco was feeling before it came too much and he said the one word that would put a stop to anything they were doing; ice.

Dontrell sighed heavily and ignored the pulsing length in his boxers, his hand giving one more tug to his Snowflake's dripping erection before he settled both of his hands on Inaco's bare waist, squeezing gently and gaining Inaco's attention.

Inaco looked up and met Dontrell's dark eyes, his mouth parting at the intense lust that showed on his Daddy's features, only making his own need grow knowing Dontrell wanted him again, the guilt and sadness were gone from his eyes giving Inaco hope that they could go back to how it was before.

Dontrell's thumbs smoothed over Inaco's skin, back and forth, not saying anything for a few moments, letting himself calm down a little and allowing Inaco to fully focus on him.

"Do you know what the traffic light system is Snowflake?" Dontrell asked him in a soft and low voice.

Inaco thought for a few moments, before frowning and shaking his head.

"Words Snowflake." Dontrell rasped, his hands creeping up Inaco's sides before going back down and Inaco shivered a little.

"No Daddy," Inaco whispered.

Dontrell looked down at his Snowflake, wide blue eyes staring up at him, waiting patiently for an explanation. It suddenly struck Dontrell how old Inaco was. His Snowflake didn't act immature and was very adult for most things, except his need for comfort and his want for an authority figure. Inaco was only nineteen, and seeing his trusting and eager expression, wanting to learn and putting his faith in Dontrell left him momentarily breathless.

Dontrell couldn't help himself and leaned down, gently kissing Inaco's parted lips and sighing at how soft and pliant they were and how Inaco seemed to fall into the kiss, leaning forward with his slightly cold hands splayed on Dontrell's chest as he craned his head up and kissed him back.

It confused Dontrell, he was never one for kissing his bitches but with Inaco he couldn't help but want to. He'd never kissed Baby, even on his cheeks, or his neck, anywhere, but here he was slipping his tongue into Inaco's mouth and loving every minute of it.

A sighed moan came from Inaco as Dontrell deepened the gentle kiss, a little unused to the act, those he'd dated before hadn't kissed him much and the intimate act seemed too much for any one-night stands he'd had. He liked the way his Daddy kissed him.

Hot.

That was the first word that came to mind, the heat of Dontrell's tongue as it explored his mouth, his slightly elevated breaths that tickled his lips whenever their mouths parted briefly.

The kiss stayed slow and light despite how heavy Inaco was feeling it, his Daddy's stubble scratching against his smooth cheeks and making his reddened and slightly swollen lips tingle pleasantly.

Inaco whimpered as Dontrell's tongue flicked up and rubbed against his hard palate, the feel of it intense and almost ticklish from Dontrell's light touch.

"Daddy." Inaco panted, his arms stretching up and wrapping around the back of Dontrell's neck, wanting more, needing more after not having his Daddy's touch for what felt like forever.

He started to squirm on Dontrell's lap, gasping softly when Dontrell's large and warm palms ran up his sides and around to his back. It felt so good to feel Dontrell's incredibly warm and calloused hands on his skin and he arched at the touch, crying out softly when Dontrell's hands went lower again and gently squeezed his red and heated cheeks, the warmth of Dontrell's hands almost burning his skin and the grip was slightly painful but Inaco found it nice, the stimulation reminding Inaco who he belonged to and he sank against Dontrell's chest, letting go, knowing he was safe.