One shot smut BxB

Babysitter

Top: Daniel

Age:22

Bottom: Ezra

It's a Tuesday morning, and I'm currently heading to my job. I babysit for this rich guy, he has a 4 year old daughter. Though sometimes I fucking hate children, the pay is really good. $25 an hour, five days a week. I finally make it to the driveway of the house and park my car. I walk up to the house and knock. A couple of seconds go by before the door is opened by Mr.Ezra. Mr. Ezra is a 27 year old millionaire, divorced at 24 because he found out that he was gay. Though him and his ex-wife are still friends.

"Good morning Daniel." He says, stepping aside to let me in.

"Esmeralda, Daniel's here." Soon after, I hear foot steps running my way. In comes Esme. She was the cutest baby I've ever seen. I bend down to pick her up as she runs up to me.

"Dandy!!" She says with the biggest smile on her face.

"Hi Esme!"

"Thank you so much for coming last minute."

"It's no problem, really. I'm always available when you need me." I say, giving him a little smile. He blushes before looking away.

"Well I should be going now. Bye Esme, see you later." He gives her a kiss before leaving.

"Bye papa!" She yells. I flinch as she was basically screaming in my ear. I put her down and goes to the living room and starts to play with her toys.

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Esme was finally asleep after running around for what seemed like hours and hours. I guess I ended up falling asleep cause next thing I know I'm being shaken.

I open my eyes slowly and see Ezra in front of me.

"Your home already, what time is it?" I rub my eyes.

"It's currently 10:30. Have you eaten anything?"

"I ate a couple of hours ago."

"Well I brought food, so come and join me, and we can have a glass of wine." I watch as he walks to the kitchen, swaying his hips a little. He has a nice body, had a bit of muscle, he was only a couple of inches shorter than me. I follow him and I sit at the table while he gets the wine ready. He sits down, and we start talking about everything and anything.

When we finished eating, we moved to the living room. We sat, facing each other. We both have had one and a half cup already, so we both were some what drunk. We both are just staring at each other, not saying anything. There was tension building up.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked as he rests his chin on his hand.

"Like what?"

"Like you want to do something to me?"

"And what if I do?" I say, raising my eyes brows, leaning a bit closer to him.

"Well then that to bad cause your not my type." He says.

"Mm, really? So, what is your type?" I say, putting my finger under his chin, tilting it upwards, so he's looking at me.

"Well, they have to have blue eyes, have to be shorter than me, and they would have to be accepting of my daughter."

"Well, I pass one of those so." I say before leaning in completely, so our lips were touching. He responds back in a matter of seconds. I move my hand to the back of his hair, and griping it, pulling it back. He moans. His neck was now exposed, and I start to kiss it. He has his hands in my hair and pulls it when he moans. I suck on his neck, starting to leave hickeys.