NOW I'M GROWN

cant wait for the 29th

   as much as he wants to argue with elton and tell him that they should talk about him because he is in fact the most important, he’s tired and just wants to lay down. “okay.” he climbs onto the bed, moving under the covers before sliding off his shirt. “thank you for staying.”

     he climbs in shortly, watching the boy take off his top before repeating the action. he climbed into bed like a lion –– crawling slowly to his target, leaning in, and letting his lips press to his chest with a groan, hovering over him. “of course,” he mumbled, “anything for you.”

        leon feels a little overwhelmed, the hands touching him and lips kissing his neck and chest are making him feel that way. elton is making him feel that way and he can’t really fathom the fact that this was truly happening. ❛ y-y-yeah.. want y-yous t-t’ ma-ma-make me f-feel g-g-good, ❜ he stutters out as his back is still arched from the mattress. he’s not sure if he’s just imagining it or not, but he feels like his stuttering is worse now but he tries to ignore it. ❛ p-please, elton. t-t-touch me, ❜ leaves his lips as a whine.

          now the boy was getting selfish. that’s what elton wanted. to take a completely, selfless boy and give him exactly what he didn’t know he wanted, making him beg to be touched. and that’s what he was going to do. elton sat up and motioned the boy to flip over. of course he offered assistant, hungrily grabbing him by the hips and putting him into position - on his hands and knees. “sit just like that,” he gives, kissing his back and running his hands over tender skin, “try not to move to much.”

    he looks up at elton through his eyelashes, purposely trying to make himself smaller so he would break. “can i please suck you off, daddy? pretty please?”

     he knows that look. he knows that game. he’s seen it more time than he could count on his two hands. “i’ll think about it.”

   “i don’t know anything that is more important than you.” he lets out a small noise when they both stop walking, his eyes focused on the bed in front of them before looking back at the other male. “i like your… i like your accent it’s cute.” he moves a hand down to grab his wrist gently, “want to lay down with you.”

     elton gives a laugh. he could normally say the same – that he was the most important. but he couldn’t deny that right now, zeke was the most important. “we’re not going to talk about me,” though, he loved the compliments and it showed in his smile, “let’s lay down.” 

he was whimpering, breathless little gasps drawn through his teeth at the contrasting. “can’t help it when you’re not around, daddy. get too needy.” oliver gasps at the intrusion and the bites, back dipping as low as possible and head flung back so the pretty curls make a little curtain next to elton’s face. “daddy. i’m sorry. but i need you. you’re so much better than the toy. please.” part of him was really, truly begging, from the bottom of his heart (or, in this case, his ass), but another, smaller part knew that this was exactly what elton wanted, and that egged him on.

     the begging simply wasn’t enough. he kisses the boy through his curls, teeth biting on his ear and neck and down his back and stopping at his ass, biting and leaving little marks. if anyone were to see, he’d assume he’d tell them his daddy gave those little bruises to him. the toy sank deeper into the boy as well as eltons teeth did. “come on,” he gave hungrily, bringing his face back and pumping the boy in direction. “show daddy how well yous can fuck. maybe i’ll let yous have a reward if you’re good enouhg.”

  he hates being needy and as much as he wants to be able to just send elton off, he can’t. his fingers squeeze the other male’s slightly, pulling him along to his room. “- i think you look adorable all the time.”

     elton almost rolls his eyes with a laugh as he gets pulled to the boys room. he bites on his lower lip, shaking his head towards the reply. he wasn’t making this about him. “i think we should focus on something more important,” his accent gleams, pulling the boy closer to him and letting their bodies touch – but not yet their lips, “yous.. are absolutely beautiful.”

      “hmm, i could suck daddy off..” his tongue darts out to lick his lips, as he tries to break him, “please, daddy? you can even fuck my face if you wanted..” 

     the thought alone makes him want to touch himself. thank god for stabilization. “ask politely, and i’ll put it into consideration.”

     leon’s lower lip is caught between his teeth as he nods and allows his shirt to be taken off. he’s not the most insecure boy in the world but he tries not to shy away or hide his little stomach. instead, he focuses on the teeth digging into his neck and the younger boy moans out, back arching once more and hands flying out to tug at the waistband of elton’s pants. he’s eager, sue him. ❛ y-yeah.. l-l-love it s-so mu-much. ❜

     he can tell how eager and demanding he’s being. it endearing, really. because this was his first time and elton brought it upon himself to make it the most memorable. he begins by kissing down his neck and chest, applying wet kisses to the most sensitive areas. the lower HE goes, the more he’s tugging at the boys pants. he’s eager, too. he’s just much better at showing it. “i’m gonna make you feel real good, okay?” his most important promise, “you’re so beautiful, kitten.” he groans hungrily as he kisses and leaves marks at the center of his chest.