‘Ilya,’ Shane said sternly, ‘we do not need to bring three bags of candy with us. The kids will have already had dinner when we get there, and we don’t want to get them high on sugar before bedtime.’
Ilya pushed his lips forward in a way that Shane would never admit he found adorable. Shane wanted to put his mouth over those lips and nip them for good measure.
‘But I am the fun uncle! I will not lose my good standing with children,’ Ilya whined.
‘We can be the fun uncles without loading the children up on sugar.’
‘There is no “we”,’ Ilya responded quickly.
‘Huh?’
‘I am the fun uncle. You are serious fun-ending uncle who manages vegetables and bedtimes.’
‘Fuck off! I’m fun. The kids get all excited when they see me.’
‘They hope if they flatter you enough, you will not insist on more green food.’
‘Oh shut up!’
‘If I am quiet, will you insist on less green food for me?’
‘Maybe,’ Shane said softly, leaning towards Ilya’s ear. ‘Or maybe I will give you a reward for eating your vegetables.’ Shane kissed the hinge of Ilya’s jaw and then took his earlobe into his mouth and sucked. He received a deep moan in return.
‘Will you be a good boy?’ Shane whispered.
Ilya shuddered. ‘I will eat whatever you give me, daddy.’
Shane slapped Ilya’s ass, then pulled him in for a quick but deep kiss.
‘Good. But, we’re still leaving the candy behind.’
Shane turned to walk to the front door. Ilya followed. Shane ignored the fact that Ilya made a crinkling sound as he walked.
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