How about Daddy!Jim rewarding Freddie because he was a good boy, not a little whiny brat who goes on his daddy's nerves 💞
Freddie leans into the embrance, head falling backwards hitting Jim's shoulder, offering him to kiss down the way from his temple to his neck. Jim feels the urge to come closer, to tell him he is alright.
Open-mouthed kisses are placed upon his shoulder, the bit of skin that is showing up, thanks to his shirt, while hot palms are diving into the heat of his tummy.
«Jim»
Jim flattens his palms, traveling up Freddie's body tenderly. He lets his teeth graze the way up by the vein on his lover's neck, softly biting into the earlobe and back down again.
«Just relax, baby» he muffles into the skin, marking his territory with a lovebite contrasting the junction of the latter's neck and shoulder, «You deserve this, my good boy»
Freddie moans after hearing this, gripping the boy's thighs that are lying next to his, anything to keep himself grounded.
Jim's hands find his nipples, playing with them for a bit, while he repeats whispered words of love to Freddie's ear. He is sensitive, always, in this state of mind.
«So good for me» the tongue pushed through his lips is not uninvited, sucking and biting all along. Jim works his way down Freddie's pants, palming his semi-hard erection to fullness, loving the way it gets harder and harder in his hold.
«Daddy rewards you when you’re a good boy» he says inbetween those hot kisses when he feels the other one tremble in his arms.
Freddie whimpers. It's too much to take in, in one go. His body feels hot, his head is dizzy, mind goes blank.
«Just take what you deserve, don't give back, you don't have to» Jim returns to leaving his own purple stars shining on the other’s neck and shoulder «This is all for you, only for you. You are doing great»
He presses his palm more and more, keeping the pace at minimum just with a little bit of pressure this time. Freddie soon enough starts rooting against his hands, ready to take everything his daddy has to offer.
Tears are streaming down his face when Jim's hand comes in direct contact with his dick, fingers wrapping around the middle while thumb slightly massages the tip spreading pre-come everywhere.
«P-please» he stutters breathlessly, trying to thrust up into the tightness without success. «P-please, daddy."
«Why are you begging, love?» Jim say tugging him closer to Freddie's neck and a cry that escapes his lips upon hearing the petname. «Hmm? Tell me, use your words for daddy»
«Please, l-» deep breath «let me cum.»
He sucks in a breath, Freddie's sweat heavy on his tongue from where he drinks it up before giving an experimental pump from the tip down to the base of his boyfriend's cock and another one, making the only man that matters in his life the most, a moaning mess.
He himself is hard, the friction of his partner's back squirming inbetween his legs and his beautiful cries, are enough for him to be fully satisfied.
«Does it feel good?» Jim whispers, licking behind his ear. One of the soft spots he knows about.
«Y-ahh-yes!» He grips harder, his nails leaving prints on his thigh but he doesn't mind. Not when he has a beautiful man coming apart right before him and only for him.
«Do you want more, lovely?»
Freddie can't form coherent answer, so he does the only thing he can and that's moan for the male, more aware of him enjoying the sounds he makes. «I'll take that as yes, hm?» he noses at the side of his cheek, pumping his hand faster with occassional tightening of his fist.
It drives Freddie crazy. Lips swollen red, a little blood oozing from the bottom from biting into them so harshly which makes Jim to free his other hand and turns the man's face. He licks the cut clean before placing a light but passionate kiss, imprinting his lips with invisible ink.
«You are so good to me, Fred. I am so proud of you.»
The little jerks indicates that the boy is getting closer and closer to his climax and who is Jim to restrain him to feel the euphoria settle down in his lover's chest?
«Come for me, baby. Be a good boy,» he quickly kisses the boy, muffling the final moan before hot substance runs down his hand and cock goes softer by each second. Freddie's lids are heavy, he can't open his eyes, totally exhausted.
«I love you»
