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“Okay daddy, are you ready?”

Pete chuckles raising his eyebrows in anticipation. Patrick promised him a special surprise when he got home from a deal in the city.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” He shouts back, making himself heard to the boy who’s waiting in his walk-in closet. The door swings open and there’s his baby.

Patrick’s in an intricate blood-red lingerie set, straps and lace and whatnot. He’s supporting a pretty predominant bulge from the anticipation. Sheer black-thigh-highs cover most of his long legs, tiny bows on the top of them and a garter belt attaching them to his waist. Peter wolf-whistles as the boy spins around,

“How did I get so lucky?” Pete asks as Patrick daintily lowers himself onto the older man’s lap

“Because I tolerate you,” He sniffs, glossy lips pursed like the little brat he is. Pete’s hands encase Patrick’s tiny waist that’s wrapped in black lace.

“That’s high praise, angel,” Pete mumbles, licking a stripe up the bruised column of Patrick’s neck. He squirms, hips gently grinding against Petes’s crotch.

“Daddy, no touching.” Patrick hisses, taking the man’s hands and setting them on the arms of the leather chair.  Pete stifles a laugh and obeys. Patrick likes to play the brat card, but Pete knows with a couple of touches to his body he can have Patrick like putty in his hands. The boy starts to roll his hips against Pete’s half-hard cock, dainty hands coming up to caress his own body. Pete lets him do what he wants, for now.

“Work a little harder, sweetheart.” Pete drawls, taking the last sip of his scotch. Patrick huffs, slipping off of the older man’s lap and onto the plush carpeted floor. He gently undoes the button of Pete’s tailored slacks, pulling down his boxers enough to slip his growing cock out. He smears the tip over his painted lips, sparkly lip gloss mixing with his pre-cum.

“That’s it,” Pete growls as Patrick sucks leisurely on the head, letting the older man cup the back of his head. “Good boy.”

Patrick whimpers at the praise, taking more of Pete’s stiff cock in his mouth. He takes him all the way down to the hilt, button nose pressed against the trimmed hair above the base of his cock.

“Daddy’s perfect princess,” Pete coos, tugging on Patrick’s hair. The boy pulls off his cock with an obscenely slick pop. “Do you want to ride daddy’s cock?”

“Can I, daddy? Please?” He begs, baby blue eyes wide with adoration.

“On the bed, sweetheart.”

Patrick scrambles off of the floor and jumps onto the California King. Pete takes off his pants and boxers before unbuttoning his dress shirt. Patrick moves out of the way so Pete can lie down on the bed.

“You’re so handsome, daddy.” He purrs, running his soft hands up Petes’s chest. He leans down to press a few wet kisses down his pecs. Patrick then straddles him backward, pulling down his panties to reveal a purple jeweled plug.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” Pete grunts, calloused hand caressing Patrick’s baby-soft cheeks. The younger shakes his ass and rocks backward.

“Take it out,” He demands without a touch of true impatience. Pete obeys, slipping the plug out with a squelch, cum and lube from their earlier session dripping down the inside of his thighs. His raw hole flutters, missing the stretch.

“Greedy boy,” Pete growls, slipping one thick finger into the wet heat. Patrick moans and tries to push back on his finger. “Always need something in you, a cock or a plug. What a slut. Turn around. I want to see your face as you fuck yourself on my cock.”

“Daddy,” Patrick whines as he turns back around, thick thighs straddling Pete’s. He’s an absolute vision, flushed a pretty pink and covered in lace.

Pete groans loudly as Patrick sinks down on his cock, all the way to the base.

“So full, daddy.” He moans, nails scratching at his chest. Pete can’t help but buck his hips up.

“Shit baby, you’re still so tight.” He hisses, rocking Patrick’s hips to encourage him to start moving. Patrick obeys, nearly coming off of Pete’s cock before slamming back down. His own tiny cock is hard and red against his toned stomach, the tip leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. Pete strokes Patrick’s dick twice, moaning loudly at the way his walls clench around his length. Pete doesn’t want to admit it, but his heart clenches with love at the sight of his boy, blissful and pleasured.

“Fuck, daddy, I’m gonna-“

Patrick cums hard when Pete pinches his hard nipples. The older man is close, so with a swift maneuver, he flips Patrick onto his back, fucking into him hard and fast. Patrick moans and writhes in overstimulation under him, causing Pete to groan and shoot his load into the boy. They’re both breathing heavily and Pete rolls onto his side, flaccid cock slipping out of Patrick’s cum filled hole.

“Daddy?” Patrick asks softly, nuzzling up into the older man’s side. “Can we take a bath?”

Pete laughs softly and presses a gentle kiss to Patrick’s sweaty forehead.

“Of course. You did such a good job for me today, sweetheart.” Pete coos, pulling Patrick close to him. He blushes, bashfully looking up at Pete.

“I love you so much, daddy.”

“I love you too, baby boy.”