omg i'm so happy you're opening requests again! your work and writing keeps this community going <3 i was wondering if you'd be open to posting a part 2 or something of "a daddy's love" ? lol i really enjoyed that fic so much and the dynamic between michael and oc...much to think about. anyway, i'm happy we're mutuals :))
i'm happy to be moots with you too!! you asked and i shall deliver ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
TAGS: １８＋﹙𝓶𝓭𝓷𝓲 .ᐟ﹚, '84!michael, smut, teasing, kissing, daddy kink, frottage, clothed sex, Unknown Male OC, implied age gap, established relationship, etc etc. . .
author's note - i wasn't planning on a follow up, but i couldn't resist the idea of mike acting like he's in heat over wanting his reward!! he wants to be good so badd, but daddy's teasin' him too much (｡ᵕ ◞ _◟)
y'all will be edged too, short and sweet like part 1!
Daddy pulls both his index and middle finger free from the hot confines of Michael's eager mouth. Both his and the noiret's eyes are locked on the spit-slick digits for a moment, before slowly rising to meet each other's. It's like something passed between them in that moment, a dizzying crackle of shared lust clouding their lungs until they could barely breathe.
Michael starts nosing at his cheeks, eyes squeezed shut and hands gripping onto his shirt like it was the only thing keeping him anchored. "Daddy," Michael mutters. "Daddy, please, I want it, want it so bad─"
The older man can't resist an open-mouthed chuckle when he turns his head just out of reach, allowing Michael's desperate, seeking lips to latch onto his neck. "Yeah? You want it? Poor thing." He uses one arm to hook the younger man's body close. "So pent up, when's the last time you touched yourself?"
Michael looks up from where he'd dipped his head, squinting up slightly at him for a moment to remember. His lips open to release a shaky breath before he can speak again. "Uhm, I don't..." then his lips give way to a pout, "Daddy..." he pulls back to sit up straighter, appearing a mix between confused and impatient.
"Don't start, Michael. Answer me."
"I... don't remember," the noiret splays his hands over Daddy's chest, before he shakes his head to himself, biting his lip.
"You don't remember?" Daddy asks, raising a brow at the other's puzzlement. "Think harder." He taps the young man's forehead twice with his free hand.
"It's been...," Michael pauses, realizing how ridiculous he probably looks, all confused like some clueless fawn. He cracks up, "I'm sorry, I'm havin' a hard time..."
"Yeah, cause all you're thinkin' bout is gettin' dick."
Daddy's unexpected retort makes him burst into even more giggles. The older man watches him laugh with a satisfied smile, before the noiret leans in to lay his head on his chest, exhaling into it. He hugs Daddy around his back. "That's your fault..." He hums to himself, still buzzing with arousal. "It was two weeks ago."
"Ahh," Daddy smiles, satisfied. "See? See how much clearer you can think when you're not cocknotized?"
"Daddy─!" Michael protests his vulgarity, pulling back again. Now it's his turn to laugh, it vibrates from his chest to Michael's, husky and deeply, deeply sensual.
"Did I tell a lie?" Daddy asks, using his hand to cup the back of Michael's neck possessively. Michael swallows again, shifting his hips so that his chest is pressing even further into the older man's sturdy one. "No," the noiret concedes, but his mind has clearly drifted again.
Daddy reaches to grip his hips with both hands again, steadying the younger man in place. "Tell me how much you want me, angel."
"I want you so, so much, Daddy...," Michael's hands can't help but feel the muscles of the other man's arms with wonder in his eyes as he spoke. "It's like I can't do anything but want you."
Daddy combs through his hair, slowly but deliberately, noting the way Michael instinctively relaxes into the touch. "Now tell me how much you missed me."
"I...," Michael has to take a moment, trying to keep his heavy breathing at bay. It doesn't help much, making his words breathless when he spoke. "I missed you a whole lot, Daddy," his wide doe-eyes, full of wanting, locked with Daddy's appearantly calm ones. Though his own want is clearly simmering underneath all that composure. "Missed you so much that I almost touched myself... way too many times, but I know you told me to wait for you. I tried to be good, but I'm not sure if I can take it anymore..." Michael almost kisses him, but he stops himself, adding quietly. "Please daddy... don't be cruel."
"Oh no, baby." Daddy murmurs. "I ain't bein' cruel... you know I just like rilin' you up." He brushes Michael's lips with his thumb, dragging down his bottom lip in particular.
"Then take my belt off, angel."
Michael appears stunned for a moment, but quickly, his hands get to work, his fingers deft as they undo the older man's belt buckle. Clink.
"And take me out yourself," Daddy continues. "It's yours, ain't it?"
Michael pauses, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. "Pardon?"
The other man snickers in amusement. "Don't 'pardon' me, you know what I said."
"You're so bad...," Michael resumes, shaking his head to himself with a barely suppressed smile.
"Mm, I know," Daddy's eyes were focused on the way Michael undid his pants without a hint of clumsiness. He's always been good with his hands, this boy. "Ah─!" The older man hisses under his breath, then he smiled again. "...You found it."
Michael's hand gently tugs his thick cock out of his boxers, its already hardened and throbbing in his hold. He looks relieved, undoing his own pants. "... I did."
The older man lets out a shuddering sigh when Michael holds the two of them together, the heat of each other's skin travelled between them with each rub or their slick cock heads against each other. The noiret leans his head back slightly to moan softly into the air.
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