Arse

The morning light streaming onto his face did nothing to quell the intense feeling that something wasn’t quite right.

He woke up face down, head shoved into a pillow with his hips lifted into the air forcibly. A small whine slipping from his lips as he turned his gaze toward the rough patches of skin he could feel working sliding up and down the backs of his thighs torturously.

“Mornin’ baby~” Sir droned, leering at the boy as he watched those gorgeous lashes flutter open. He could feel the rising heat rolling off of the pup in waves, could almost praise how sweetly the boy tried to rock back into his touch even after having just woken.

“You forgot your T yesterday.”

Puppy groaned internally, chiding himself at missing his dose once again.

“How do you plan on growing big and strong if you don’t take your meds, love?” The older man cooed, peeling a hand away from the boy’s thigh to tangle his fingers into the pup’s hair, gently stroking.

“‘m sorry” Pup whined again, letting his head fall further into the pillow in front of him as the older’s hand slipped into his hair, pushing him down until he was biting at the fabric with his teeth.

“Don’t be sorry baby, be a good boy.” The man soothed once more, reaching out to grab a bottle of T-gel he had been holding onto for this specific occasion. He settled himself onto the edge of the bed, prompting the pup’s thighs to open wider and accommodate for his size filling the space.

He gazed down at the lean frame of the younger man, one that had been starting to take its shape quite nicely as the boy stayed cozied up in his ams. He hadn’t met him like this, but watching him become the man he was meant to become started a fire that craved more from the pup as he grew.

So when puppy was a bit too forgetful for a day and didn’t take any of his big boy juice, Sir knew when to step in.

“Relax for me, boy. Show me you know you can take it.”

The pup tried to sink further down, stretching even wider for his Daddy before he felt that, gentle, cool sting of clear gel lather across the back of his thigh. His eyes squeezed tightly at the contact, his whole body shivering as the older gentleman began to rub his hand against the inner seam of his thigh tauntingly.

He couldn’t even find the words to use, caught on his tongue between the now wet fabric gripped in his teeth and the increasing sense of tingling that entranced his mind puppy bucked himself back into his owner’s hands.

The man stopped above him, watching the young pup squirm for contact with a sly smile before leaning forward, pressing his chest against the smaller man’s back completely until he was caged underneath him.

“Ah-ah-ah pup, I’m taking care of it now.” Sir warned. His hands were back on the boy’s thighs in an instant. Spreading the gel across the smooth expanse of skin that lay beneath him like a cate.