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Abby's text reads, Left you a present 💝, and Tommy kicks the door closed behind him as he looks up from his phone. "Evan?" he calls out as he walks down the hall, and a noise comes from Tommy's bedroom. The door swings open under Tommy's hand to a gift indeed. Evan lies in the middle of the bed, face tear-streaked, chest blotchy red, had cock lying in a puddle of precome on his stomach. "Thank god, I thought you'd never get home," Evan whines. "Abby said I couldn't come until you let me, but she told me I had to keep touching myself, and she left ages ago" — The text was sent less than twenty minutes ago, and Abby probably sent it from Tommy's driveway — "and now I'm so hard it hurts." Tommy hums as he stalks to the end of the bed, watching as Evan worries his bottom lip between his teeth. He slowly trails his fingers up Evan's thigh. "Oh? And what am I supposed to do about that?" Thumb rubbing over Evan's hip bone, Tommy teasingly leaves his fingertips a fraction of an inch away from Evan's cock. "Daddy, please let me come." Evan's eyes are wild, desperate, as he writhes on Tommy's bed, hands clenching in the bedsheets. "Please, please, ple—"