cake oneshots || book two

Presents (E)

Credit: irwin8hemmings

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Luke loved presents, especially when they were from daddy. So when Calum arrived home from work with a surprise, Luke was all over him.

Daddy had bought Luke gifts in the past, and they tended to lean more towards the extravagant side. Sometimes they were sets of expensive lingerie, designer makeup, or shoes. On one occasion, Daddy bought Luke a pair of Yves Saint Laurent panties that he only wore on very special days.

Calum hadn't bought Luke anything recently though, because he had smashed one of daddy's prized vases and tried to hide the evidence (which he had been thoroughly spanked for).  But now Calum had child proofed the house (including his prided ornaments) and Luke was more or less off the hook.

So, Luke was practically bouncing when he got a phone call from daddy saying that he bought his boy a very special present and would give it to him when he got back from work.

"But daddy I want it now!" Luke whined into the line.

"Baby, daddy is at work right now. You can have it when I get home, OK?  Stop being fussy and make yourself busy." Calum chided Luke for whining.

"There's nothing to do! You won't let me do anything!" Luke had been particularly... cranky, for the past few days because Calum cut off his porn searches, claiming, "It's for you're own good Lukey, baby's shouldn't be watching adult things like that." Luke knew it was just to rile him up, have him begging for daddy to touch him sooner, but he didn't dare watch any more of the adult videos because he would be spanked raw if Calum found out. And Calum would find out.

"There are plenty of things to do, sweetheart. You could color, draw, play your guitar, watch some TV." Calum listed off things his baby was permitted to do, but none satisfied Luke. He hadn't gotten off in 4 days and was bursting at the seams to cum.

"But daddy..." Luke started, trailing off, "I need you." The last part was almost a whisper.

"Hm? Sorry, sweetheart I didn't catch that." They both knew that Calum did hear what Luke said, he just wanted his boy to say it again.

"I-I need you, daddy. I'm all hard and you won't let me do anything about it." Luke grumbled through the phone line dejectedly.

Calum hummed.  There was a short pause before he began again, sounding a tad more invested than before, "Is that so? Don't worry Lukey, daddy will be home in about 3 hours, I'm sure you can wait that long.  Remember that only good boys get presents.  I Love you, sweetheart."

"I know, daddy.  'Love you too."

And then the line when dead.

Now he had to wait another 3 hours, with a hard on, until Calum came home to (hopefully) suck him off. Or if he was lucky, fuck him.

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When Luke heard Calum's keys in the lock, his ears perked up as well as his neglected dick. There was a noticeable wet mark on the front of Luke's sweat pants, which were considerably tented by this point.   He had been fighting the urge to palm himself because he knew daddy was the only one who got to touch his cock.  The few hours after the call ended had been extra hard for Lukey to keep his hands occupied.  Whenever he was horny he would slip further and further into little space until, sometimes, Calum would find him mindlessly humping things like pillows or the couch armrests because his poor boy was too little to know to ask daddy for help.