Touch me like you Mean it

{Kitten has claws}

The live session ended, leaving the room in complete silence.

Mean stared at the screen, the endgame result was still on. He clicked the snap, uploading it on his story with a tag.

A smirk curled his lips. The result was so satisfying that he had to save the image. Plan had tried very hard to distract Mean with those pouty lips or by those intense stares. Mean had not missed the way the boy had called him daddy, a definite way for Plan to try to distract Mean.

Despite all that, Mean had won.

A ping brought him back to reality. He looked down at his phone to see the reply of his story in his IG inbox. With a content smile Mean double-tapped the notification.

"Satisfied with the result, I see," the message read.

Mean typed out his reply, thinking for a moment and adding the last word before hitting it off.

"I earned it, kitten."

The reply came within a second, "What do you want as a reward, daddy?"

Mean sucked in a breath, reading the message with fixed eyes. Plan had called him 'daddy' now and then in front of their friends or close circle to tease him, laughing at Mean's flustered face.

Today he did the same for the fans but privately, like this... it was a first.

Mean held his breath as he typed his reply, "what are you offering, kitten?"

The dots came up, making Mean sit down on the chair, the phone gripped in his hand.

"I can offer you whatever you want, daddy."

Mean could feel the tickling in his guts, "are you sure?"

The reply was instant, "yes, daddy."

Mean stole a glance at the door, debating with himself before he rushed to close it and bolt it tightly.

He came to sit on the chair, opening his LINE instead.

"Where are you?" Mean typed, staring at the screen with fixed eyes.

"In my bedroom, daddy," came the reply.

Mean's fingers hovered over the keyboard. Was Plan just joking with him? Just to start teasing him after a few messages? That would be humiliating.

"Show me," Mean typed.

The moment passed after that in anticipation. The sudden ring of his phone made Mean jump, he hissed, accepting the video call on his laptop.

The first thing he saw was Plan's face, flushed and apprehensive.

Mean could not look away, the glitches on the screen were making his vision unclear. Mean cursed loudly, willing the network to be steady for once.

"Why are you doing this?" Mean asked desperately, feeling his pulse quicken.

"You wanted to see me, daddy," came Plan's breathy reply.

Mean chocked on air, "Plan!"

Plan placed his laptop somewhere, going on the bed to sit on his knees, "yes, daddy?"

Mean felt his shaft thickening, he pressed down on it with the base of his hand, "are you sure?"

Plan understood what Mean was asking, the blush looked so breathtaking on his cheeks, "yes, daddy."

The urge to touch the boy, to drag his lips down the path of that throat, was undeniable but Mean knew he wouldn't be able to leave the house before letting go for once.