Here I am imagining a future beyond this tryst, and I don’t even know this young man’s name or anything about him. Well, that’s not entirely true. I know how he tastes and what he looks like when he comes his brains out. That’s not insignificant.
Names might be off limits, which is why I haven’t asked him for his. I’ll have to check with Tallis. Sometimes we stick with monikers to keep up the fantasy and also maintain a little anonymity.
I think I’ll be sad if that’s the case. My birthday wish would be to get to know everything I possibly can about our tasty little treat.
For now, I content myself with sponging and caressing and lathering every inch of his body, stealing kisses whenever I can. He giggles sleepily whenever I do, and that makes my heart sing.
He really is perfect. But I can’t help the worry creeping in again that he does seem a little skinny. Some people are like that naturally. However, I can’t shake the feeling that he’s maybe not eating enough.
Well, that’s certainly something Tallis and I can address while he’s our guest.
We spend the next several minutes in easy silence as I dry us both off and dress us in the warm robes. Tallis has also left out a new pair of guest slippers that I put on our little treat’s feet. He almost seems to have regressed age wise with how he happily allows me to baby him, which is only an unexpected but delightful bonus as far as I’m concerned. He further encourages my theory when he lets me take his hand and lead him downstairs for dinner.
“Thank you, Daddy,” he says softly with a warm smile as I pull out a chair for him at the dining table and get him seated.
I brush my fingers against his damp hair and beam down at him. “You’re very welcome, little treat.”
Tallis is also dressed in his robe, and it’s a delightfully cozy scene as the three of us dig into the delicious casserole he’s made us. Tallis and I drink Champagne and talk about our week apart, while our boy quietly wolfs down his food. I wonder if he ate before we played. Even if he did, he’d have used up a lot of energy, especially if he’s not used to the drop that comes after kink. I’m happy to dish him out another helping. Tallis poured him some Champagne, and he’s taken a few sips, but I’m actually not mad that he’s favoring gulping down water that I keep refilling from the pitcher. If he’s well hydrated with a full belly, he’s going to sleep like an angel.
As I suspected, his eyelids are drooping before he’s even cleared his second plate.
“It looks like our little one is ready for bed, Master,” I say, raising an eyebrow at Tallis.
He nods, looking at our boy fondly as he rises from the table. “I agree, Augie Pie. Shall we get him tucked in?”
“I’m okay,” the boy protests as I reach for his hand. “It’s still early.”
Tallis laughs and shakes his head. “What did we say about honesty, little treat? Do you want another punishment tomorrow or are you going to be a good boy?”
He looks up at us both. “I don’t mean to be bad,” he says quietly. “But don’t you want to do more stuff? I’m supposed to do whatever you want, Daddy. It’s your birthday. I want to be a good present for you.”
I pause and feel Tallis also still beside me as we both regard the young man sitting before us. It’s not entirely ethical that he’dbe willing to continue when he’s obviously in no state to. If I can find a moment to talk to him about that tomorrow, I will.
But the fact that his only priority is my happiness makes my heart ache. He truly is a wonder. I can’t remember the last time I was so enamored by someone so fast.
Well, that’s not entirely accurate. I do remember.
Because I married him.
“You’ve been an excellent present so far, little treat,” Tallis says with a frown. He’s adorable when subs contradict him, intentionally or not. I’m sure he’s feeling ruffled in this moment that either myself or the boy would think he had anything less than impeccable taste in perfect gifts, even when they’re the human variety.
“Darling, you’re clearly exhausted,” I say patiently. “What Daddy wants is for you to rest so we can have lots of fun tomorrow. You’re not letting anybody down by listening to your body’s needs.”
Tallis narrows his eyes at him and slips his hands in the pockets of his robe, looking every bit the Master of the house. “It’s fun to talk dirty, little one, and tell you we’re going to fuck you whenever we like. But you need to remember that we’re not going to want to fuck you if you’re not going to enjoy it. Are you really telling us you feel able to play again right now?”
The boy opens his mouth…then closes it once more as he appears to give further consideration to his words. “No, Master,” he says, looking away and slumping in his chair.
Tallis puffs out his cheeks. “Good boy for being honest. If I teach you only one damn thing this weekend about kink it’s that you should never do anything you don’t want to just because you think the other person expects it.”
“That should be true for all sex,” I add with a frown, my protective instincts rearing up. “And relationships in general.”
It’s even better if we can bring this issue up with him now, then we can maybe reiterate it again tomorrow to make sure he properly understands. The thought of a Dom with questionable morals taking advantage of him or hurting him makes me seethe with a quiet rage.
Actually, the thought of him having sex with anyone else under any circumstances gives me the urge to break something. But that’s ridiculous. I’m clearly just riding the high still from an incredible scene. This boy is only ours for the weekend.
And we’re going to make it incredible for him.
The young man nibbles his lower lip then nods, meeting our gazes again. “Yes, Daddy. Sorry, Master.”