Show Me Your Love//DISCONTINUED

Submissive

~~Dallon's Pov~~

Brendon and I were sitting on the couch watching a show that I wasn't really paying attention to, Brendon sitting in my lap. Ryan had gone down to a friends place for a party so he was away for the day. Brendon had been suspiciously quiet today and I wondered why, I didn't know I was about to get my answer. Brendon started wiggling in my lap a little bit. I grabbed his hips firmly to stop him.

"Brendon, baby, please don't." I told him firmly.

"Ok daddy." He said quietly. I let my hands fall back to my sides as we continued watching the show. 15 minutes later he started doing it again, a bit faster now. I grabbed his hips again, more firmly this time.

"Brendon stop that, what did I tell you before?" I scolded.

"Not to do it. But it feels like you're enjoying it, daddy." Brendon said. I was confused until I felt the fabric around my crotch area tighten.

"You know Brendon, I think you might need to be punished." I smirked as Brendon looked at me with wide eyes before realising what I meant. He smirked too and looked down at his crotch, which I noticed was also erect.

"How are you gonna punish me, daddy?" I bit my lip and thought about it.

"Follow me." Brendon immediately got up and followed me to the bedroom.

"Kneel down," I told him. He did so and licked his lips. I slowly unzipped my jeans and slid my boxers off. Brendon began with my tip, slowly moving his mouth up and down my length. I moaned and bucked my hips, thrusting into Brendon's mouth. He moaned around my cock but kept going, gradually getting faster. At this stage I was close, and I could tell Brendon was as well. "Brendon, I'm close baby." I moaned. He nodded and pulled away from my cock for a moment.

"I am too, you want me to keep going?"

"Please do." He complied and slid back on. Soon after I came in Brendon's mouth, both of us moaning, Brendon must've come too. I slid my boxers back on as well as my jeans. Brendon went into his room to change his pants before coming back out to the lounge room. He straddled in my lap and I began gently kissing his neck.

"Not done yet?" Brendon asked.

"Done with the heavy stuff, just wanted to kiss you," I said between kisses. I began leaving purple marks all over Brendon's neck and down his chest. He giggled and sighed, clearly enjoying the attention. We did that for a bit longer before deciding to make some dinner and watch some TV. We'd had dinner and Brendon was slipping into little space when there was a loud knock on the door. I got up to open it and what greeted me was a very drunk Ryan. Ryan had always been a lightweight drinker and could only handle three, maybe four beers before getting drunk. He fell forwards in my arms, collapsing in a fit of giggles.

"Hey, Dall-Hic-Dallon." He said sloppily. I shook my head and carried Ryan into the bedroom, him mumbling nonsense as I did so. I put him on the bed and took out some pyjamas for him. I began sliding his shirt off when he perked up.

"What're you doin' -hic- Dal?" He asked, attempting to be seductive

"Just getting you into some more comfortable clothes, babe." I chuckled.

"oh." His face fell. I knew that wasn't what he was expecting. I just laughed and shook my head. I put him in a loose shirt and some long pyjama pants. I put him into bed and turned the light off, giving Ryan a quick kiss before leaving. I walked into the lounge room and sat down next to Brendon.

"Is daddy ok?" He asked. I ruffled his hair and put my arm around him.

"Yeah B, Ryan's just had a few too many drinks. Is it ok if we sleep in the spare room together, Ryan needs to get his rest."

"Yea, that's fine, daddy!"

-Brendon's Pov-

Ryan had come home drunk. I wasn't surprised since he had always been a lightweight drinker. It was about 9:30 when I began to feel a bit sleepy. Dallon and I were sitting on the couch watching a movie. I yawned and rested my head in Dallon's lap.

"Tired baby?" He asked as he put his arm around me.

"Kind of," I said sleepily. Dallon rubbed my arm and got up. I watched him from the couch. He got up and walked into the spare room, which was also used as a playroom, and brought me out my favourite pastel yellow onesie. Dallon helped me put it on and clip it up at the feet. He then proceeded to pick me up and carry me to the spare bedroom. The bed was freshly made, and my favourite stuffie was sitting in the middle of the bed, waiting for my arrival. Dallon set me down on the bed and pulled back the blankets. I got underneath them and grabbed my stuffie. Dallon kissed me goodnight and went to turn the light out and leave when I whined a bit.

"What's wrong, Bren?"

"Paci?" I said sleepily. Dallon walked over to the bedside table and opened one of the drawers, taking out a pastel yellow paci that matched my onesie. He handed it to me and I happily took it, putting it in my mouth. Dallon kissed me once more and left the room, this time without having to stop. I was really tired and I could already feel myself slipping away...