The sunlight was the first to greet the day.
Shining into the horizon with its soft light as it stretches over the land, thus waking up the humankind who had spent their idyllic days in a dreamless state. Alarms began ringing and reluctantly, they started their day. Soft, yellow sunlight shines into the bedroom of one Sebastian Drake who's dick is securely fixed inside a dreamy-looking Michael Quentin.
Michael opens his eyes as he feels the warmth of the sun on his face. He blinked a few times, trying to remember where he was as the room he was in looked unfamiliar. His sleepy mind was telling him that it was not his room. Confused, he looked around, and then he was greeted with a beautiful sight.
His.
Sebastian Drake.
Sleeping soundly behind him, with an arm wrapped around his waist as he keeps him to his chest. Michael tried not to coo at the serene sight and he took the peaceful moments to stare shamelessly at the man who fucked him all night, and whose dick Michael realized he was warming for.
He tried to move, to make himself comfortable so he could watch how the sunlight illuminated against his soft, supple skin. The way the golden rays cast intricate shadows that fanned against his cheeks but he couldn't see all the beauty up close because he didn't want to feel empty yet.
Sebastian moved suddenly, tightening his hold around his waist and he let out a little gasp as he felt his dick hardening. Michael was even fuller now. He tried his hardest not to whimper as he grew excited, are they about to indulge in one of his fantasies today?
"Stop moving, baby."
His deep morning voice made the hairs on his neck rise in salute and he stiffened suddenly as he felt a hot breath against his ear. Sebastian was beginning to wake up. His voice has gotten even deeper and raspier in the morning. Michael could feel his dick hardening at that swoon of a voice.
Sebastian stretched his aching body, making a sound as he felt resistance and then he remembered that his dick is inside Michael. He turned back around and gave a peck on his shoulder, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck. Michael shifted, and Sebastian began kissing down his throat, innocently at first.
His breath hitched at the sweet spot, Sebastian knew it was right underneath his ear and his smile grew as he started licking in soft circles hearing Michael's breath hitch involuntarily. "Daddy," he whined under his breath as he pushed his head back even further, to give him better access to his throat.
Sebastian pulled Michael closer, pressing his chest against his back as his hand wandered down his torso - hearing the sharp intake of breath as his hand ghosted down his navel, down to the raging hard-on in between his opened legs. He pressed a kiss on his shoulder, nipping on the skin before he brought his mouth to his ear.
Smirking like the sexy devil he was, he asked "Fancy some morning sex, babe?"
"Mmm, I won't say no to that, daddy."
Chuckling at his statement, Sebastian kissed his ear as he squeezed his dick, rubbing his thumb across the slit - a moan rippled out of his lips as he melted against his hold. Michael was panting hard in anticipation and he was eager to know what his daddy was about to do. Sebastian hummed and bit his ear, nibbling his soft earlobe while Michael squirmed in his grip.
"Daddy."
"Hmm?" he asked. "Does it feel good?"
"Yes. Yes. Daddy, I want to try something."
He let Michael take over, and released his hold on his dick as Michael moved in such a way that they were seated on the bed. Sebastian holds Michael's hips as he righted himself comfortably - rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. In this position, Sebastian's dick was deeper in him and he could feel it growing against his stomach.
Michael was unsure of the current position he was in but he was eager to try out even though he felt at a loss because he wasn't facing him. His thighs were trembling as he shifted his legs, the sensation was overwhelming and he loved feeling full. Sebastian's dick was growing steadily and his head spun as he lifted himself and lowered down again, this angle was going to drive him crazy he knew.
Sebastian pressed a kiss on his shoulder blade and began dragging his tongue down his smooth back, which earned a shiver from the younger. He caressed his hands over his chest, feeling his smooth skin underneath his hands, and ran his fingers over his nipples which made him stiffen in surprise.
"Daddy," he whined.
"Sorry, baby."
He kissed his shoulder as an apology and let Michael move. He adjusted his legs, folding them onto the bed so he could propel himself in an upward movement. He let out a shiver of delight as he moved, sighing in bliss as he controlled the thrusting now - adjusting each movement ever slightly so he hits his prostate every time.
Sebastian watches his baby work, a little smile playing at the edge of his lips as he encourages him softly - reminding him that he was beautiful and that he wanted to hear him moan prettily. Soon, Michael was desperate to release but his thighs were too exhausted to support his weight so he sank there, whining.
"Daddy," he whined again.
"Yes?"
"I can't - can't move," he whined. "I wanna ... I wanna cum."
"Do you want me to help you?"
"Yes, daddy," he whined as he shimmied, trying to feel some friction. His body was trembling. He desperately wanted release. He wanted to feel ecstasy. He wanted to feel paradise. "Please help me cum, daddy."
"Don't mind if I do, darling."
Eager to please, Sebastian made himself comfortable and thrust upwards while Michael rose a foot in the air due to how light he was. Trying to keep his giggles down and soothing Michael's whines, he changed their position - with Michael on all fours now before he resumed their morning lovemaking.
They were both sensitive from yesterday night's long escapades and Michael climaxed pretty quickly but the brat wanted more. He let out the lewdest moan he could manage and begged his daddy to fill his hole full of his cum - just for him. Sebastian - not one to disappoint his baby - set off in doing so, continuing until he orgasmed - he could feel his dick shooting out loads of cum, filling little Michael steadily and surely.
"You're so good, Daddy," he panted. "So good. I love your dick, daddy. It's perfect for me."
"I'm glad it is," Sebastian replied. "Now, let's get washed up."
...
Michael Quentin is in a dilemma right now.
It has been two weeks since he has last seen his daddy. He is currently away for work and he won't be back any time soon. He missed him and he wanted to get fucked. He was feeling frisky and hot. He wanted to feel full of his daddy's dick but he wasn't there right now and he's getting frustrated and desperate.
He was fucking horny and he knew it won't be the same without Sebastian's dick deep inside him.
But he doesn't want to feel empty anymore so he made himself pretty. He pulled on a black lace lingerie set he had gotten which accentuates his curves and showed off his pretty snow-white skin which he knew would drive his daddy insane. Michael stared at himself in the full-length mirror, admiring how the lace looked on him and took many provocative photos of himself posing in front of the mirror.
Giggling to himself, he went to grab his toy and lube from a hidden corner of his cabinet before traipsing towards his daddy's room. He didn't keep the door locked and he went to switch the air-conditioning on before he padded his way towards his bed, throwing the covers aside as he crawled his way in the middle.
He sat down on the enormous bed and laid down, simply staring up at the ceiling before he laid on his belly - taking in a deep breath of his daddy's scent. It was heady, woody and it reminded him of the sex they had on this very bed. He closed his eyes as he imagined Daddy's hands roaming all over him, his deep yet assuring voice telling him that he was doing good and the way he fills him up with his dick and cum.
Michael let out a groan and a whine, feeling horny again. He wanted to get fucked, he wanted to get obliterated on this very bed but his daddy is not around. He was desperate so he grabbed the lube and turned around, lathering his fingers with it. Panting, he spread his legs wide and let his hand travel down.
Past his navel, dick, and down to his asshole where it was waiting eagerly to be filled. This time without Daddy's dick. His fingers and the toy would have to do for now.
Sticking his tongue out, he rubbed a middle finger along the puckered hole. He felt the skin against his fingertip and let out a shaky breath as he tentatively pushed his fingertip into the hole - feeling a hot cavern enveloping his finger. It feels hot and wet, he surmised and he wiggled the finger around, gasping at the feeling it invoked.
Mimicking what his daddy did before, he pushed in up till the third knuckle and pulled out. He repeated the same movement a few times, he sucked in a sharp breath and remembered to breathe - letting it out shakily. He inserted a second finger, slowly pushing both digits in and letting out a cry as he felt his hole stretching to allow them in.
It was mind-blowing how his hole managed to accommodate his daddy's girth and he began to move his fingers - recalling what daddy did before. To prepare him. To make him fit. Scissoring his fingers and curling them up to find where he thinks his prostate was. He combined three movements simultaneously, his breathing was harsh and pretty sounds left his lips.
He had his eyes shut as he focused, slightly changing angles as he tested waters - learning his body best. He wanted to know what his body wanted. He wanted to know which position, which spot would make him unravel. His dick was hard by the time he pulled his fingers out and grabbed the toy, eager to be used.
Lathering the toy with a generous amount of lube, he pressed the tip onto his hole and he relaxed before pushing it in him. He threw his head back as he let out a cry. It was cold, he cursed and tried to relax as he pushed it in until he could feel the tip pressing against his prostate.
It wasn't as full as he felt with daddy's dick in him but it would have to do for now. Panting, he grabbed the remote and pressed a button. He jolted in shock at the first buzz and the vibration spread across his body as the toy in him started vibrating. He let out a confused sound, it was his first time using it and it felt strange.
It was definitely different than the real thing but the toy was hitting his prostate so he was feeling it. But he wanted his Daddy's dick in him. He let out a whine and began to test out the different speed settings it has, from the first speed to a higher speed and then to a different buzzing speed until he settled on one that he feels the best.
But it's not near enough, damn it.
