so much younger yesterday

Pat looks so cute like this – sitting on the floor past the foot of their bed, curled up with his knees to his chest, wearing Pran’s soft cotton blue striped boxers and Pran’s ice cream cone t-shirt. Pat’s always cute, Pran supposes, but especially now, eyes big and wide, lower lip stuck out into a pout, asking Pran in a small voice, “Daddy’s busy?”

Pran’s heart tugs. His dick jerks, too.

“Daddy has work,” he tells Pat, finishing doing the buttons up his shirt. He goes over to Pat and pets his hair like a dog. Pat leans into his touch, putting his cheek into Pran’s palm instead. Pran wants to ruin him. “Daddy will come back for you later.”

“But what is nong Pat supposed to do?” Pat’s voice is weak and whiny and there’s no way he doesn’t know what he’s doing to Pran. Pran has to get out of here right away.

He grabs Nong Nao from the bed and hands it to Pat. Pat clings to it immediately. “You can play with your friend,” he says. “I’ll be back later.”

Pat beams at him over the plush of Nong Nao’s stuffed body. “Thank you daddy,” he sing songs, and Pran escapes before he can give into temptation.

Pran doesn’t really have work – just classes, and only in the morning. Pat’s already graduated but he lives in Pran’s apartment anyway, sometimes going home to work for his dad’s shop when he feels like it. Most of the time, he stays at home and is a menace to Pran’s attention span during the day, even when Pran’s not even home. At least today they’re doing a scene where Pat’s not allowed to use his phone and send pictures. But Pran doesn’t always trust that – Pat likes to be bad, sometimes, and breaks the rules.

Pran likes that too.

Pat doesn’t break the rules today, though, even though Pran checks his phone every so often for a buddy of notification. Maybe his baby breaking into daddy’s coloring set and drawing a little doodle of them holding hands. Or of them sleeping together. Maybe his baby’s pouting face with a caption saying how much he misses daddy. Maybe his baby naked, fingers behind him, an audio file of him whining for daddy’s cock. Maybe his baby’s big cock, hard and aching and –

“Pran, are you alright?” asks Wai.

Pran snaps himself out of his thoughts and ignores the tightness in his pants. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he says with a smile.

He’s glad he only has morning classes today, he can’t get home soon enough. But even when he’s in the entrance of their apartment, eager at the thought of – whatever Pat’s been doing to keep himself occupied, Pran takes a deep breath, back against the front door, and tells himself to calm down. He’s the one in control right now. He can’t just – give in, like he does when they’re not in a scene, when the hunger and want is so desperate it’s almost mindless, animal when he and Pat are all over each other. But that’s not how they are right now.

Breathing in, he gathers himself up before hanging his bag and then making his way into the bedroom.

Pat’s still there, like he was when he left. But – something’s different. Pran can tell, even though he doesn’t know what it is. Not yet.

Pat’s still hugging Nong Nao, curled up on the floor in fetal position, like he’s asleep. His eyes open when Pran enters, though, and he jolts up immediately, ears perking.

“Daddy!” he says, but Pran doesn’t come down next to him like he does sometimes. He stays standing, looking Pat over, trying to figure out what’s different before Pat can tell him. Pat doesn’t get up, either, beaming up at Pran with stars in his eyes.

Pran reaches down, cards his fingers through Pat’s hair. “Hi baby,” he murmurs. “I’m back.”

“I know,” Pat says happily, and nuzzles Pran’s knee. “How was your day at work?”

It’s hard to forget that they’re still in scene when Pran leaves for classes sometimes, that Pran spends it in a daze like he did today. He usually makes something up; it’s hard to be honest when his mind is full of Pat tied up, Pat cooking and cleaning for him, Pat curled up on the floor waiting for daddy at home.

“It was good,” Pran says, because he can’t think of anything else right now. “How was baby’s day?”

“It was – ” Pat shifts from where he’s sitting, and it’s minuscule but Pran catches it – Pat gasps.

“Good,” Pat finishes with a cheeky smile.

Pran knows it was deliberate. There’s no way Pat would let himself slip by accident. Pat probably expects Pran to command him to strip, so Pran can see which of his pretty plugs Pat has inside of him right now.

But Pran doesn’t do that. Instead, he keeps his hand in Pat’s long hair, making Pat’s face tilt upward. “Was it now,” Pran wonders. He’s been sporting a semi all day, but his cock is fully hard now, at how guilelessly and filled with love Pat’s looking at him. Pran pulls at his hair again, the strands thick and full in his fingers, and this time when Pat gasps it’s not on purpose.

Pran smiles down. He knows it’s not a kind smile. “Do you wanna make daddy’s day better?” he asks.

Pat nods, though he winces a little against Pran’s grip on his hair, like it hurts his scalp. But he doesn’t pull away. A rush of power surges through Pran’s veins, at how much Pat’s enjoying this. At how much he’s enjoying this.

Pran keeps one hand in Pat’s hair, using the other to undo his jeans, shoving his pants and boxers down until his hard and leaking cock is freed. Pat’s gaze goes to it immediately and his mouth opens, like out of instinct. Fuck, his baby is so big and hungry and perfect.

“Open up,” Pran says, as needless as it is.

Still, Pat is a good puppy and obeys, mouth opening with more deliberation now, wide like he wants to eat all of Pran up. Without hesitating, Pran slides his cock into Pat’s mouth, the first few centimeters at first – and then the rest, stomach twisting with heat when he hears Pat gag.

“You can take it, I know,” he says to Pat condescendingly. Fists Pat’s hair in his hand to make him look up, sees the water in Pat’s eyes as he adjusts to the sudden pressure of Pran’s cock down his throat, the desperation there for it anyway. Pran takes his other hand to stroke it down Pat’s full and flushed cheek, before slapping it lightly.

“Come on, you’ll be good for daddy, won’t you, nong Pat?” Pran says.

Pat lets out a strangled sound around Pran’s cock and nods.

Pran clutches Pat’s hair with one hand, cupping his cheek with the other as he fucks Pat’s face, the delicious and tight heat of his mouth and throat around Pran’s cock. Pran can hear how Pat struggles against it sometimes, vibrations as he adjusts to Pran’s fast rhythm, the size, as more often than not Pran’s the one blowing Pat that Pran’s gag reflex is near nonexistent. Pat’s not as practiced, wincing every so often, moaning like his throat is about to close up. But he takes it, anyway, lets Pran use him, and it’s all of this, and the eager to please, not wanting to miss a thing look in Pat’s eyes that has Pran cresting over the edge, coming down Pat’s throat.

He doesn’t realize how hard his orgasm hits him until it does, Pat immediately gagging on his cum as Pran shoots into his mouth, both hands now twisted in Pat’s hair as he shakes, practically strangling Pat with the amount of thick cum he spurts out while Pat seems to be fighting over wanting to take it and his body not able to. Pran tries to fill Pat up from the inside as best he can, even though eventually Pran’s grip loosens as he continues to come, Pat pulling away and getting Pran’s load on his face. He takes it, anyway, coughing but letting his eyes flutter shut as Pran’s cum paints his forehead and eyelashes and cheeks and face. A little bit gets into his bangs. Pat takes it all.

Pran’s catching his breath when he finally comes down, but he knows they’re not done yet. “Baby was so good,” he coos, as out of breath as he is. He swipes at some cum on Pat’s face with a thumb, cleaning it up.

Despite what Pran did to his throat, Pat’s tongue darts out and he licks the drop off Pran’s thumb anyway. “Daddy didn’t even get to see his present,” he says, pouting at Pran.

Pran laughs. “Yeah? Want to show me it now?”

Pat nods, like an excited child.

“Let’s go to the bed,” Pran says, and reaches out for Pat to grab his hand. They hold hands as they get onto the bed; as expected, Pat starts taking off his shirt when they sit on the mattress.

“I prepared the present for daddy while he was gone,” Pat says shyly, and then he’s naked and climbing over Pran while Pran’s still has his shirt on. Pat takes one of Pran’s hands and drags it behind himself, where he can feel the end of one of Pat’s plugs – the shape feels hexagonal, so it must be the pretty pink sparkly one. Pat had gotten that one a few months ago, but Pran had thought it was a joke. Most of their toys are usually dark and sleek, and the ones they use for scenes like these are definitely more pastel colored, but not sparkly.

It’s not like Pran can see it right now. He desperately wants to. But instead of asking Pat to get off him and turn around – Pat probably expects it, anyway – Pran says, “You should’ve sent me a picture.”

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” Pat says, but Pran’s already reaching for his phone on the bedside. Pat watches him with curiosity and trepidation. “Daddy?”

Pran smiles and gives him a kiss on the cheek. “Just taking a picture for us later,” he says, and stretches his arm out so he can see his own face, the length of Pat’s muscled back, his own hand at the base of Pat’s sparkly plug, touching it, pushing it a little deeper inside him. Pat gasps and tucks his face into Pran’s neck as Pran takes a picture of them like this.

Pran puts his phone down, then kisses Pat’s neck. “You’ve been so good, baby,” he says. Pat’s dick is leaking cum all over his thighs, dripping down enough that Pran’s pretty sure they won’t need lube. “You wanna fuck daddy?” he asks in Pat’s ear.

Pat nods against his neck. Pran says, “Okay, baby,” and gathers the cum from his dick, and where it’s already on Pran’s thighs, sliding his fingers beneath himself to slick himself up.

After doing this several times it’s certainly not the optimal position to open himself up – but his baby is so big and naked and clingy and Pran doesn’t want him to get up, either. Plus, he’s still a bit loose from the night before, so it’s not much work until he’s open but not too open for his baby’s big cock.

Pat’s not in a hurry, though, nosing into Pran and saying, “You smell so good, daddy.” He rubs his nose against Pran’s neck, his shirt, sliding his head underneath as Pran’s fingers slip out of himself.

Pran laughs as Pat’s hair tickles his chest, as Pat rubs his face into his belly and ribs and nipples. “Baby, come on,” he says. “Daddy’s ready for you.”

“Hold on,” Pat whines, his head a big lump under Pran’s white shirt.

Pran hits the side of the lump. “Daddy doesn’t have all day, you know,” he says sternly.

Pat’s head slips back out and he frowns at Pran. “Fine,” he says, grabbing the base of his dick and prepping the head at Pran’s entrance. Pran winces at the girth – it’s the best part about getting fucked by Pat. Well, one of them, anyway. “Daddy’s so mean,” Pat says, and thrusts inside.

Pran winces, and pretends he doesn’t see Pat smirk. “Yeah?” Pran says. “I think I’m being pretty nice.” He spreads his legs wider so Pat can slide in deeper, tightening his hole around Pat’s cock on the back slide. Pat moans.

“Fuck, daddy,” he says. Pran grips onto his thighs, slides his hands up to Pat’s ass, touches where the pink plug is still inside of Pat. Pushes it in, and Pat thrashes, cock jerking uncontrollably inside Pran.

“Daddy, daddy please,” Pat whines, hips thrusting erratically, like he can’t control his body, torn between Pran’s hole and the plug lodged deep inside of him. “Daddy, fuck, you feel so good.”

“You’re being so good, baby,” Pran coos. His fingers stroke Pat’s rim as Pat continues fucking him – or rather, uselessly humps inside of him as Pran holds him, takes it, takes him.

His own cock is hard again, but he doesn’t really care, focused on his baby’s pleasure as he kisses Pat’s shoulder, Pat’s neck, then Pat’s mouth as Pat keeps rutting into him. Pat doesn’t kiss back so much as he just opens his mouth, tongue hanging out and filling Pran’s mouth, Pran sucking on it as he clenches greedily down on Pat’s cock.

Pat comes with a whimper and a cry, with Pran still shifting the plug inside of him, filling Pran up with his thick, hot cum that Pran can practically feel it in his stomach. He comes so hard and so much that it leaks around his cock, that Pran can feel it slipping out while Pat’s still coming, that if Pat keeps going at this rate it’ll come out of Pran’s ears. He sucks harder on Pat’s tongue like he wants more, because he wants more, and Pat keeps whimpering and whimpering even when his orgasm is over.

“Good puppy,” Pran says, petting Pat’s cheek, and Pat whines against his hand, nuzzling it anyway. “You wanna get up?”

Pat sits back on his knees, then on his back as Pran gets up and pushes him down. Pat looks so good like this, cheeks dark and flushed, long hair flyaway and sticky and stained with Pran’s cum, eyes big and innocent and pleading. There are maybe a few tear tracks and dried spots of Pran’s cum on his lips and cheeks and it doesn’t really take much for Pran to grab his dick and watch Pat and jerk off on top of him, the way Pat’s pecs jiggle and the crease of his full belly and how he just looks utterly, entirely, wholly wrecked.

Pran comes on his stomach with a moan. Pat moans too, as even more of Pran’s come paints him up, his nipples and bellybutton and the hair below it, his armpits and a little bit on his collarbone too. It’s surreal, sometimes, when Pran remembers this is all his.

But scenes like this are as good a reminder as any that, yeah, this is all real, and Pat is all his.

Pran’s still shuddering a little after he comes for the second time, dick soft and over sensitive as he collapses onto Pat’s chest. “Fuck,” he says into Pat’s skin.

Pat’s laugh makes his body rumble beneath him. “Yeah,” Pat says; his voice is hoarse, and lacking the baby intonation now. “God, we’re so good at this.”

Pran pulls away to look at him. “What, being freaks?”

“Well, I was going to say, being in love.” Pat grins and kisses the corner of Pran’s mouth. Pran can taste his own dried cum on Pat’s lips, but he doesn’t mind. “But that too.”