#daddy!baz

Simon has been…weird all day.

He’s not really spoken to Baz, and the only time he did was to ask what time it was. It’s not like Baz and Simon are always talking all the time, but it is strange for Simon not to talk at all.

Baz walks into the lounge and sees Simon staring blankly ahead at some cooking program on the tv. His eyes are glazed over, his mouth is hanging open, and he doesn’t seem to notice Baz’s entrance. Baz quietly sits down beside his boyfriend, looking over at him and studying his blank expression. The last time he saw Simon like this was when he went through one of his episodes, and when those happen, Simon doesn’t speak for days to anyone about anything. The last one was pretty bad, and Baz is hoping and praying this this is not an episode.

“Simon,” he softly mumbles, raising his hand to brush his fingertips against Simon’s cheek. “Is everything alright, love?” Simon turns to stare at him, his blank eyes now filled with a sadness that makes Baz’s heart ache. Simon harshly blinks to get rid of the tears, and Baz reaches for the remote to turn of the tv. He brings his hands back to Simon’s cheek, looking at him worriedly. “Talk to me,” he pleads, moving one of his hands to Simon’s waist.

Simon opens his mouth, and a little choked sound escapes his mouth. Baz scoots closer to him on the couch and presses his forehead against Simon’s. Simon makes another little noise in his throat, and he moves his nose against Baz’s.

“Daddy.”

It’s a small sound, and if Baz wasn’t listening for anything Simon mumbled, he would’ve missed it. But it makes him look up at Simon through his lashes. Simon’s got his bottom lip pulled between his teeth and a scared and vulnerable expression on his face.

“You need Daddy?” Baz asks quietly, and Simon nods hurriedly. He nuzzles his face into Baz’s neck and lets out a small whimper. “You need Daddy to make it go away?” Baz asks, clarifying what he meant before.

“Yeah,” Simon mutters, his lips brushing over Baz’s pulse point. Baz runs his hands down Simon’s back and sighs pleasantly as Simon begins to press tiny kisses against Baz’s neck. “I need it,” he whispers, his hands bunching up in Baz’s t-shirt.

“Okay,” Baz whispers. He leans back and says, “You need to stand so I can pick you up, baby.” Simon nods and hesitantly stands. Baz presses a long kiss to Simon’s forehead before he leans down, bringing his hands against the back of Simon’s thighs and picking him up. Simon legs wrap themselves around Baz’s middle, and his hands go up to hold onto Baz’s shoulders.

“Daddy,” he whimpers, letting his head fall onto Baz’s shoulders.

“I know,” Baz replies, slowly carrying Simon to their bedroom. “I know, baby boy. I’m gonna make it go away.” Simon huffs into his shoulder and nods, and Baz brings a hand up to brush some of Simon’s curls back from his forehead.

When they reach the bedroom, Baz gently lays Simon down against the sheets, hovering above him and looking down at the boy beneath him. When Simon goes into this headspace, Baz does all he can do to make him feel better. He does anything Simon asks for, but he doesn’t do anything unless Simon specifically asks for it.

“What do you want me to do?” Baz asks gently, running his hand over Simon’s cheek and smiling. Simon whines a little and leans into the fleeting touch.

“Please, Daddy,” he whines, taking Baz’s hand and placing it over his throbbing member that Baz hadn’t even noticed, “take care of it.”

Baz nods even though Simon’s eyes are closed, and he whispers, “Okay.” He feels himself growing hard as he runs his hand along the length of Simon’s cock through his sweatpants. Simon makes small whimpers and gasps as Baz does this, and Baz smiles again.

When he removes his hand from Simon’s body completely, Simon whines loudly. Baz shushes him, telling him that he’s gonna take care of him, and Simon falls back against the mattress. Baz leans down and pushes Simon’s shirt up, wrapping his lips around one of Simon’s nipples and listening to his boy’s whimpers. He gently bites down on the hard nub, and Simon pushes up against the mattress. Baz gently presses him back down into the mattress and moves away from Simon’s nipple, instead starting to press hot, open-mouthed kisses over the expanse of Simon’s chest and stomach. He sucks bruising marks into the pale skin just above his hips, and Simon lets out a gasp at that.

Baz smiles before hooking his hands under the waistband of Simon’s sweatpants, and when he pulls the materiel down, he also brings Simon’s boxers. Simon’s flushed cock springs up from his confines, and when Baz looks up at his baby, Simon’s face is scrunched up in what Baz can only assume is pleasure.

Baz wraps a loose fist around Simon’s cock and mumbles, “Tell me what you want me to do, baby boy.” Simon’s mouth opens in a wordless moan, and Baz watches as he reaches over blindly into the bedside table before throwing down a half-used bottle of lube.

“Please fuck me, Daddy,” he whispers, his head moving from side-to-side as Baz continues to slowly stroke his cock. “Please.”

Baz leans up from between Simon’s legs and smiles, taking away his hand from Simon’s cock and beginning to undress himself. When he’s completely naked, he takes ahold of Simon’s sweatpants and pulls them completely off before removing Simon’s shirt as well. Baz strokes his half-hard member as he watches Simon writhing under him, trying to gain friction against Baz’s thigh.

“Daddy, please,” he whimpers, still grinding against Baz. “Touch me,” he begs. Baz looks around for the bottle of lube and squeezes some onto his fingers, warming it up as he scoots down back between Simon’s leg. He spreads Simon’s cheeks and presses his fingers to Simon’s entrance, and Simon moves down against Baz’s fingers. Baz runs his free hand against Simon’s hipbone to soothe him, and Simon just whines in protest.

When Baz thinks Simon is ready, he presses his finger into Simon and moves it around, listening for any sounds of protest. When Simon presses down against Baz’s finger, he adds another, and soon his third is in there as well. Baz hooks his fingers inside of Simon in search for his prostate, and he knows he’s found it when Simon practically sobs in relief. Baz smirks and removes his fingers before rummaging in the bedside table for a condom. When he finds it, he smooths it onto his now leaking cock, and he rubs lube over himself as well.

Baz leans over Simon, one hand holding him up and the other lining himself up with Simon’s entrance. Baz looks at Simon as he presses in slowly, watching as Simon squeezes his eyes shut. Baz slows against Simon, and when he finally presses in completely, he stops and gasps in air over Simon. He can never get used to the feeling of being inside Simon, being completely flush against his hips and together in a way he’s never had the pleasure of being with anyone else.

Simon’s hand comes up to Baz’s bicep, squeezing hard. Baz opens his eyes and looks down at Simon before he begins to slowly move. His thrusts begin off slow only because he doesn’t want to hurt Simon, but when Simon begins to chant, “Daddy, more!” over and over and over again, Baz begins to thrust quicker and harder into his baby boy. He grips onto Simon’s hips and positions them so he can search for his prostate, and when Simon cries out and brings his own hand down to his cock, Baz knows he’s found it. He’s getting close himself as he watches Simon quickly stroke himself in search of completion, and when Simon releases with a cry of, “Daddy!”, Baz lets go as well.

Baz barely has the energy to pull out of Simon, and when he does, he collapses beside him and gasps in breaths of air. Simon curls into his side and holds onto Baz’s arm, nudging his nose against Baz’s arm.

“You were such a good boy,” Baz praises, running his hand weakly through Simon’s curls. “You’re such a good boy for Daddy.” Simon sighs at the praise, smiling and looking up at Baz.

“Thank you, Daddy,” he whispers, pressing a kiss against Baz’s cheek.