La Maison 2: Differences (Complete: BDSM mxm)

Some time later: Dexter

A/N: so, we know Dae is a size queen. So, there's that. 

Dunno, this is probably the kinkiest thing in here, maybe, depending on your kink expectations, but I gotta build up to Xander's story, which is coming soon, as he is far kinkier than any of the Doms I've written about so far.

Darn it, edit, I forgot the pic

"I want to ask you something."

Dae looks up at me with his pretty, dark eyes and bites his lip with a small smile.

"Oh," I say to him, "you think you already know, huh?"

"Maybe, Daddy," he whispers, sliding his small hand onto my knee under the table, glancing over at the waitress who's coming our way. I put my hand over his so he can't move it as he tries to tug away.

"No. You're mine."

His plump lips drop open and his little tongue flicks out, moistening the flesh.

It's all a game. He likes to put on a show for me, I like to react to his adorable affectations. But I do want to ask him something. He's been with Perry and Levi in their apartment since he got out of hospital the second time, barring the nights he's spent at mine. And I want to make that a permanent thing.

"Do you like your new apartment?"

"Yes, Daddy. It's very nice. Thank you for paying Perry and Levi so I can live with them."

"Such good manners, Beautiful," I chuckle.

"They're very nice to me, though I don't know them very well. They've been giving me some advice."

"I'll bet they have," I laugh.

Dae's already been coming to me with some new moves and reactions that I have a feeling he picked up from those two. With Perry being a size queen and Levi being a grade-A brat, they're the perfect combination for him, though I'm sure he's taught them a thing or two as well.

"Do you want to stay there?"

"It's only a two-bedroom apartment. They've been sharing so I can have Perry's room, but I can't stay forever. I'm going to ask Master François if I can have more hours dancing in the club, because I'll need to move out soon."

"Do you want your own place?" I ask, suddenly conscious that maybe he'll be wanting freedom, not to be crowded by someone who wants to control him, and I can't pretend I don't.

"No, Daddy. I think I'll try share somewhere."

I bite the bullet; "How about sharing with me?"

"For real? Properly?"

"For real."

"Oh! Yes, Daddy, please!" He leaps from his chair, straddling me and kissing all over my face, definitely showing he isn't at all worried about anyone seeing. "Can we go home and celebrate?"

That isn't a suggestion I'm going to turn down, not with what I have in mind for the evening, and I fling notes on the table, gathering him up and hugging him tightly to my side. It's a nice evening, so we walk the few blocks, and I embrace the feeling of happiness that comes from having his small body pressed against me.

We pause when my phone buzzes, and I take a call from one of my staff about a case we're currently working. When I turn around, Dae is crouched close to a wall.

"Baby, what's the matter?"

"Daddy," he whines, standing to show me a tiny black kitten snuggled in his arms, it's fur matted and poking this way and that.