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Valentines day had come and gone, by the time John had finally worked up the courage to give Bob his last gift. Last gift, because John Walker was not a man to do things in half measures. So John had woken Bob up with breakfast, they’d spent the day in bed having amazing sex, and John had made Bob’s favorites for dinner and dessert. They’d ended the night in John’s room. It was perfect, but John had been planning a surprise. One that had not come to fruition. It hadn’t helped that the package had arrived the day in question, leaving John no time to try on what he’d ordered, and feeling under prepared.
Now though, as John looked in the mirror he felt panicked, and worst of all, foolish. Bob and John had talked, once, or twice, about lingerie. During these conversations, Bob had gently drawn lines across John’s skin, tracing out his softness, alongside his definitions. It made John feel tender and safe, made him want to be vulnerable, to splay himself open and let Bob handle all of his delicate pieces. Yet looking at himself now, John felt vulnerable, but he didn’t feel delicate. John stood there so long staring, scrutinizing, worrying his fingers over the sleek and smooth, red satin, that he had failed to register the knock on his door.
“John?” Bob’s voice echoed from the hall through his door, “Is it- Can I come in?”
Hearing the other mans voice John starts to panic, he’s not ready, he hadn’t even been fully convinced after putting it on. What if Bob didn’t like it? Or worse. What if Bob laughed? John wasn’t sure he could handle the answer to that question. It spurs John into motion, sweeping a pair of west point sweats, and a tattered, but comfortable, hoodie that he’d pilfered from Bob off his floor.
“One sec Bobby!” John calls out as he scrambles to dress, and pads over to the door, pulling the sweats over his hips, and the hoodie down his chest. John quickly pulls it open to the sight of Bob, he’s smiling, and it only grows wider at the sight of John in his hoodie. This alone is enough to soothe some of the pounding in John’s chest, and he sighs with a smile. “Hey you.”
“Hey,” Bob’s grin slants sideways, playful and happy, “What’ch’ya got going on in here?” Leaning in Bob snags the edge of his own hoodie snug against John’s abdomen, using it to tug himself into John’s room. “I like the way this looks on you.”
John flushes at the overt compliment and attempts to bat Bob’s hand away, only for it to be quickly caught by Bob. It’s easy to forget how powerful Bob is, hiding it well under a soft affect, and terrible cargo shorts, paired with a goofy grin that made John want to take care of him. The man at time’s reminded John of a rescue pitbull, for this very reason. Shouldering the door closed Bob walks them further into the room, pupils growing wider already.
The sight makes John’s cock twitch against the satin, feeling the throb of his cock beginning to harden, a whimper attempts to crawl from his throat. Bob continues his exploration of the edge between hoodie and sweatpants, while holding John’s hand out of the way, when suddenly his fingers graze the edge of something. John abruptly jolts under Bob’s touch. This combined with the sensation of what Bob was sure could only be lace, causes the man’s pupils to blow wider as his tongue peeks out to run across his bottom lip.
“John,” Bob begins quietly, not wanting to spook him, “John is this- Do you, have something to show me baby?”
John’s flush runs deeper at this, at the way Bob sounds breathless as he asks, the heat in his voice at simply the hint of the fabric against the pads of his finger tips. Maybe this could work. Yet the fear lingers, what if Bob gets John out of his clothes, and then doesn’t like what he finds?
“Can I see what’s under here?” Bob asks, as he tugs at the hem of the hoodie, not moving it up, just toying with it. The action causes John’s breath to hitch, as his cock continues to fill out. They stand there for a moment watching Bob’s hands together, until Bob looks back up at John, “Please?”
This breaks through the last of John’s resolve, he nods, trusting Bob to take care of him. Slowly Bob nods back, his hand embarking on a creeping journey under the hoodie, traveling up, and pulling the worn fabric along with it. Inching up from the vee of John’s hips, Bob’s hand runs over a strap of satin and lace that has him gasping. Yet Bob’s pace stays the same, slowly lifting the hoodie to expose the deep red of the fabric underneath. Up, up, up, the hoodie moves past John’s waist and over his chest, now revealing the heart shaped cups of the top that cling to his pecs.
“Oh, sweetheart, look at- look at you.” Bob’s throat clicks as he swallows, eyes trained on John’s chest in a way that screams hunger, and has John flooding with relief. This relief is only solidified, as Bob backs John slowly towards the bed, shucking his own hoodie up over John’s arms and finally off. “What did you have in mind, puttin’ all this on?”
“Well…” John hesitates, but Bob’s hands traveling up his waist, to cup his pecs through soft fabric spur him on. “We had talked about,” John’s voice drops to a whisper, almost embarrassed from how much he wants it. The amount of times John had thought about this since those quiet conversations tucked into John’s bed deep in the night. “About you fuckin’ me.”
“F- fuck,” It’s like all the air has been forced from Bob’s lungs, his palming of John’s tits through the fabric growing firmer in response. John let’s out a moan that sound just as breathless as Bob feels, and it spurs the younger man forward, one hand now toying with the band of John’s sweatpants. “How baby? How should I fuck you?”
A keen licks at the back of John’s throat as Bob huffs above him, groping John’s chest hard and filthy. It makes John feel lightheaded, Bob is so powerful, his strength alone surpassing John’s by miles. Yet Bob’s touch never causes pain, it stays strong, but tender, a sense of care and devotion pressed against John’s skin like a promise. It has John’s hand like a vice around Bob’s bicep, the other moving down to help draw the pants down his hips. The hitch in Bob’s breathing spurs John on, until the soft red fabric is revealed, drawing a punched out moan from Bob at the sight.
“However you want, Daddy, please.” John whines as Bob shifts them back on the bed, letting the momentum bring his face forward into John’s neck. A wet gasp escapes John as Bob proceeds to kiss, and lick, and bite at the skin joining his shoulder and throat. The skin is tender where John knows a bruise will have already formed, and while it will not last as long as either of them would like, they stay far longer than any other. John can feel the length of Bob’s cock, hot and heavy, through the rough denim of his jean shorts, a new moan bubbling from his mouth at the thought of where it will soon end up.
“Don’t worry pretty boy, Daddy’s gonna make you feel so good.” Bob whispers after he’s left a purpling mark on the hinge of John’s jaw, and then he’s leaning back to kiss John with a hungry open mouth, devouring his answering gasp and moan. It’s a ravenous sort of kiss, claiming and hungry, and it leaves John breathless. Pulling away is a herculean task for both parties involved, but once they part Bob’s attention is quickly brought elsewhere. Specifically to the where the wet head of John’s cock is steadily leaking through his panties. “Look at you baby, already so wet for me.”
This makes John moan once again as his cock twitches against the satin, the dampness growing. Bob can’t seem to help the dazed grin on his face, as he then takes a hold of John through the fabric it has been so sweetly displayed in. It jumps at the contact, but Bob keeps his grip playful, teasing John through shocks of pleasure. A deep pleased noise rips from John as Bob continues to toy with him, but as soon as the touch begins, it stops.
“Can’t have you getting too excited yet baby,” Bob explains as John whines at the loss, the shorter man leans forward to place a gentle kiss against the corner of John’s mouth. John makes to follow Bob’s mouth, find purchase and deepen the kiss, but Bob pulls away from this as well. “Uh-uh, Daddy need to know something first.”
John can feel the shiver down his spine, whenever Bob gets like this John melts, because he knows Bob will take care of him. John just has to let him. So John settles let’s Bob take his chin in hand, and adjust his head so their looking eye to eye. For as naked as John already is Bob’s gaze makes him feel stripped down, like the man sees John down to his core.
“There we go, thank you baby.” Bob says pleasantly, a smile gracing his features that would be seem coy if not for the look in his eye. The hand on John’s jaw shifts until Bob is pressing a thumb against his slack mouth, and John accepts it with no hesitation. Bob’s smile grows lecherous as John laves over the digit now caressing his tongue, and he huffs through his nose in something that sounds akin to gratification. “That’s my pretty thing, always so open for your Daddy, huh sweetheart? Now Daddy needs to know if you’re feeling sweet or naughty? Either way, I’ll take real good care of you baby.”
John keens around Bob’s thumb at the plainness with which the questions are asked, how easily Bob states that he’ll take care of him. The wet noise of Bob pulling from John’s mouth has them both breathing heavily, and John’s eyes match his mouth, glossy and wet. It stokes the fire in Bob tenfold as John swallows a mouthful of spit built up from him sucking, only to gasp wetly around words.
“Please be sweet to me, Daddy.” John manages through panting breaths. Smiling proudly at John Bob shifts his hand to cradle the side of Johns face, his smile only growing as the man nuzzles deeper into it.
“Of course baby, Daddy’s gonna have a real nice time, taking real good care of you.” Even with the inch that Bob lacks on John, it matters little here and now. With Bob looming over John on the bed his other hand beginning to roam, it move from the bed beside them, to linger over John’s waist. Though it doesn’t linger long before it takes hold, long lean fingers digging gently into John’s soft muscled side. They begin their ascent up to John’s chest, thumbing over his nipple through the satin. Bob’s strong soft hand then takes hold of John’s chest squeezing until it’s plump under his hand.
“Look at your pretty tits baby.” Bob whispers, forehead meeting John’s as he angles the man’s head down to look. It makes John whine, and the noise has Bob dropping his head down to mouth at the soft peak to draw out more of those addicting sounds. The fabric is soaked through by the time Bob pulls back up, and John is mewling under him, forced to watch as he’s pulled apart at the seams. “You make such cute noises baby, let’s your Daddy know he’s treating his good girl right.”
John can feel himself flush down his chest, but the moan it rips from his throat is far more telling. Cause John knows that Bob is right. John’ll be a good girl for his Daddy. And in return John’s Daddy will treat him right. Even as Bob’s hand moves from where it’s guided John to watch, the latter stays in place, doesn’t move an inch. If Bob moved John, it’s because that’s where he wants him. So that’s where John will stay. Bob’s other hand joins it’s twin in the kneading of John’s tits, fingers now skating under the bra. There is no move made to remove it though as Bob finds the hard bud of John’s nipples under the cups.
“Getting all dressed up, just for me,” Bob tugs gently at one side of Johns chest before setting his mouth to the other, guiding a rosy pink nipple into his mouth. It makes John cry out, and Bob can feel where John’s cock is weeping between them. Pulling off Bob sighs, “I want you to come in your panties, sweetheart. Once you do that, Daddy can fuck you.”
The promise has John fisting the sheets as he watches Bob’s hands travel lower back down his waist to grip his hips, before Bob’s head follows. John’s body jack-knifes at the pleasure of Bob suddenly lapping at the head of John’s cock through the soaked satin garment still containing it. It sends John into a full body shudder, watching as Bob takes the tip of John’s cock into his mouth sucking as if he could taste the skin through the damp fabric. Too much and not enough John whines, a subdued thrust forward following. This causes a throaty laugh from Bob that vibrates against John, that has the pinned mans whine transforming into a wail.
“Daddy, please, please.” John cries out as Bob sucks harder in response. A hand slides from John’s hip to trail across the crease where it meets his thigh, down against his inner thigh. Until it cups under John’s knee, and pulls it over Bob’s shoulder, the hand moves again, until it’s found where Bob has bared John to his searching fingers. Slowly, teasingly, Bob ghosts what is barely a touch over John’s exposed hole, but the reaction is immediate and electric. John’s hips thrust up off the bed chasing Bob’s mouth, as he moans and shudders through his release. The pearly beads of cum bleeding through the satin fabric, are a vision and Bob leans in to taste and take his fill.
“That’s my good girl,” Bob speaks through languid laps against the fabric, enjoying how John jolts and starts underneath him. Climbing back up until they’re face to face has lead to John being folded open for Bob, who smiles as he kisses John deeply. The distraction let’s Bob easily reach for the lube on their side table, bringing it to meet his hand that is still teasing at John’s entrance. “Relax baby, Daddy’s got you.”
John’s orgasm has left him soft and pliant, breathing deep and thrusting slowly at where Bob now has to slick fingers braced against John’s hole. John exhales as Bob breaches him to the second knuckle, with slow sure strokes against his insides that leave John feeling hot all over. It takes little time for Bob to sink them all the way in, groaning with John as he feels the hot pulse of the flesh around his fingers. Scissoring and spreading John open, Bob takes his time, listening to the hitches in John’s breathing, and the mewling whines that pull from his chest.
“You’re doing so well sweetheart, your ready for another?” Bob asks lining up a third finger, John nods frantically, and so with little more fanfare Bob obliges. Sinking in deep Bob begins careful ministrations until John cries out, his spent cock twitching back to life as Bob finds that needy bundle of nerves and presses lightly. The reaction overjoys Bob who coos at John, “There we go, isn’t that nice princess?”
John can do nothing but sob and nod as Bob continues pushing against his prostate, slowly willing his cock back to full mast, before pulling off completely. Shuddering John whimpers at the loss, but is soon contented by the feeling of the blunt head of Bob’s cock pressing against his entrance.
“Now baby, you’ve got to listen to Daddy, you can’t come again unless it’s on my cock. Do you understand?” Bob has taken John by the chin again guiding their eyes to meet. John’s lashes are wet and his cheeks are flushed pink, the blue of his eyes almost hidden by his pupils blown wide with desire. John nods, once again desperate, but Bob shakes his head. “Nuh-uh baby, you gotta use your words.”
“Y-yes Daddy, I’ll come on your cock.” John feels lightheaded, the waves of want crashing against him like a hurricane. Bob nods a smile on his face that fills John with heat, a promise of what’s to come.
“That’s my good girl.” And with that Bob begins to push in in one slow deep thrust, not stopping until he’s bottomed out. The press of Bob’s hips against John’s ass is intoxicating, and it has Bob leaning into kiss John, a groan on his lips. The pace is set slowly, Bob not yet pulling back, simply grinding into John, keeping buried in his tight heat. “Oh baby, your pussy is so tight.”
The words spoken against John’s mouth have him keening, hips desperately attempting to push Bob into moving further. And who is Bob to deny an invitation so enticingly given. Pulling out until just the tip of his cock is left buried in John’s hole, Bob sets an excruciating pace. It’s measured, not fast, but hard and deep, every thrust an anticipated shock of pleasure. Eventually Bob gets John’s other leg over his shoulder, leveraging the mans legs to bend him in half and change the angle. A cry of pleasure that sounds almost anguished leaves John’s throat, as Bob now proceeds to ram home against john’s prostate with every thrust.
“There it is. Found my good girls g-spot didn’t I?” Bob smirks against the side of John’s face before he plants a tender kiss to his temple. Their noises pick up, groans and whines pitching up from John with every thrust, Bob can tell John’s reaching his end, and finds himself at the same precipice. “Are you ready to come on Daddy’s cock sweetheart?”
“Ye- yes, oh fuck, yes, please Daddy!” With that Bob’s paced picks up until John is writhing on his cock, once again spilling through the satin panties. Bob moves to pull out, means to finish across John’s thighs, when John whines. “No Daddy please, inside me.”
It steals the air from Bob’s lungs and pushes him over into a blinding orgasm, a deep chest rattling moan following. John pants, keening as he feels the hot weight of Bob’s cum filling him. Filling him so much he can feel it start to leak out around Bob’s cock, his own giving a valiant twitch at the sensation.
Bob pulls out, admiring his handiwork, and stuffing the excess cum back into John’s hole with two fingers. It’s a sight to behold, John Walker sex drunk, in rumpled lingerie wrung out and panting. After Bob is content with toying with John, he let’s his legs down slowly. After some arranging of limbs, Bob has him and John on their sides his chest pressed to John’s back, and a hand running through the man’s blond hair.
“That was incredible John, you were so good for me baby.” Bob says between sweet kisses pressed to the back of John’s neck. It slowly rouses the man from his soft sex haze, and John turns in Bob’s arms, placing a deep kiss against his mouth. Bob’s sighs into it content as he keeps his fingers running through John’s hair, letting the man kiss his fill. When he finally pulls away John mimics Bob’s own sigh, closed eyes drifting into half open lids.
“I’m glad you liked it Bobby.” John smiles, pulling the other man to his chest. They both know that soon they’ll have to clean up, but for now they rest in each others arms. John shifts once more against Bob’s chest to look at him, a small goofy smile in place as he asks, “You like it enough to get me another pair?”
Bob laughs brightly and pinches John’s ass, it settles suddenly in Bob’s chest how much he loves John. Something Bob has no doubt John feels in return, proven many times over. Bob pulls him into another tender kiss, before pulling back to meet John smile for smile.
“As many as you want, baby.”