“Hey baby,” I said softly.
He brushed the side of his face against mine, letting both our stubbly cheeks scratch against each other. “Hey Daddy,” he said, smacking his lips together like a fish and planting the slight wetness of them against me. “I’m a bear. Look. Rawr.” He raised an arm and the hand of it was covered with a large fabric plush paw.
“You are a bear, but you know what they call me, right?”
“Daddy?” he asked.
“The bear tamer!” I slipped out from underneath and joined him on the bed, sitting on my knees as I pulled the shirt off to reveal a black tank top beneath.
Jace tried his best to grab at me with the big paw hands he wore. They were very impractical, but it didn’t stop him from trying and failing at grabbing my tank top or stretching it out from the bottom in his attempts at pushing his hands under to get to my fur.
“You wanna take them off?” I asked, placing hands on them and trying to interlock my fingers with the paws. Again, no luck. “I don’t think I want them going anywhere down south.” I gave him a wink. There were some small plastic claws at the ends of the paws, and I was not about to get clawed up around my junk from them.
He giggled. “Only because I wanna feel it myself.”
“Good boy.”Like sunlight to growing crops, he bloomed at the phrase. I loved saying it. “Good boy, good boy.” I offered up in a sing song voice, swaying my head from side-to-side as he pulled the bear paws off his hands. “You’re such a good boy, Jace.”
We rolled around on the bed like we were two bears inside of the puffy marshmallow duvet and blankets. My legs latched around his hips, clinging to him, I pulled him in, squeezing and rolling around while slightly humping at the onesie.
He grabbed my cock inside my underwear. “Found it.”
“I wasn’t trying to hide it.”
“I found it anyway, even if you weren’t trying to hide it.”
Clamping my thighs around his hand. “Now what are you going to do?”
He pushed me lightly onto my back with his hand still full fist grabbing at my cock. I’d brought this on myself, all those good boys had to come out somehow, and it looked like they were coming out in the form of this sexual expression.
On my back, Jace finally had me where he wanted, he was able to fully push his hands up my tank top to the point he wasable to get it off me. He’d left my cock alone just long enough for it to begin leaving a trail of precum from the tip to the inside of my boxers. It was like a treat, waiting for him to return and accept on his tongue, or wet his lips like gloss.
“This is the type of vacation I need,” I told him, resting my hands behind my head. “You can just take care of the rest of this, can’t you baby?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he said. “Now close your eyes.”
While I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be the one being given orders by my little, I was more than willing to follow them, especially in the position I laid where he had easy access to all the most tender parts of my body.
Jace worked his magic with kisses and his sweet touch across my torso, touching my nipples, down my ribs, finding the vague outline of my muscles and paying close attention to them. He went up and down, all the while rubbing his cock against mine. At least, with my eyes closed, that’s what it felt like.
“No peeking,” he said just as he paused and pulled back the band of my underwear. “Mhm, you’ve made a mess.” His warm mouth took my cock inside, immediately deepthroating and moaning on it. The vibrations had my toes curling and my thighs nearly ready to embrace his face between them.
This was the level of togetherness I hadn’t craved too much since being with him, and I hadn’t craved it quite like this since the books I’d been reading where they made love for what felt like hours. I didn’t know if I had that type of stamina. Put me on a horse, I could ride all day, but put me in front of a cute guy who could give me both tough rancher and soft boy, and I might’ve just exploded with cum the moment he was on my cock.
“Ok, you’ve had your turn,” I told him as I opened my eyes to see him licking my cock like it was a lollipop. Up and down the sides, focusing on the head, dipping his tongue against my tip, tasting Daddy’s syrup right from the source.
Jace nodded. “Want me to get naked first?”
“No way, that’s my job. On your back. It’s my turn to take control. It’s my turn to have you.”
I was desperate to pound the impression of his body into the mattress. I didn’t make him close his eyes or anything, all he had to do was take it, every touch he’d given me in equal measure, the softness, the biting, and with the right amount of knee buckling teasing that tried its best to hold me.
Undressing the lower half of his body, I pretended to go down on him and instead lifted his legs with his knees to his chest and gave his ass a bite. It was all his, bit he belonged to Daddy, so I gave his other cheek a bite and watched his expression. Biting his lip, almost like he wanted to signal the type of bite he wanted from me. I went in again, this time holding just long enough until my teeth left a pink impression on his peach skin.
“I think you might’ve actually bitten into me,” he said.
I looked back at it. “Just enough for it to leave a mark,” I said, dipping my head to kiss it. “Maybe I should also leave it with a love bite too.”
He flexed his ass; his cheeks tightening almost. “I’m not gonna be able to sit down,” he giggled.
