Naughty November

Epilogue

DADDY SHELDON

Six months after playing with Beckett in the glory hole, we are officially dating. We went from planning things a week or more out to a few times a week, and now we’re together almost every night. Except last night I went home, for… reasons.

Beckett is new to the Daddy/boy dynamic, but he has taken to it like a duck to water. I didn’t even know he was new to sleeping with men that first night. Surprisingly, he had no gay panic over the newness of it all.

In each other, we have a partner who gets how our neuro-spicy brains work. I’ve never had a romantic partner like this before. We both cope with our AuDHD differently, but the structure of our dynamic helps both of us. I always know exactly what Beckett needs and what he doesn’t want, because he tells me. We communicate clearly and don’t get offended easily.

In our relationship, having autism is a superpower.

It helps that we’re both hyper-sexual when we get together, but that isn’t the main focus of our relationship anymore.

“Did you feed Frank?” Beckett asks, looking over my head at the paper beside the frog’s terrarium, where he tracks feedings so he doesn’t forget…usually. “I forgot yesterday.”

“I did last night after you fell asleep. I just haven’t written it down yet.” I kiss his shoulder since Beckett has six inches on me, but he’s still my boy. I reach over the tank for his sparkly frog pen from the windowsill to scribble down the date and time. “Thanks for the reminder.”

“I forgot because you distracted me with your dick.”

Last night had been an edging scene with multiple prostate orgasms for him, and he was still locked up.

“I did. And you distracted me with your cute butt.”

“Distracting Daddy. It’s your fault for being sexy.”

Beckett starts rubbing up on me and I chuckle, wrapping my arm around his waist and pulling him close. Kissing his cheek, I still his humping with a swat to his adorable bubble butt.

“Are you a pup in heat?”

Beckett nods with big eyes. “I might die if I don’t come soon, Daddy Sheldon.”

“Is that so? But then we’ll be late.”

We’re headed to a munch at a local bar that allows leashed pets on their patio. Q and A are bringing their dogs, and Cielo will be on a leash as well, but the bar said frogs weren’t allowed when we called to ask. Beckett’s thinking up a harness to fit Frank so we can say he’s leashed.

“We were going to be early, so if you think about it, we need something to keep us on time,” Beckett reasons, and I am considering giving in.

“You’ve only been locked up a few days, right?” I tease, knowing that’s not true.

“Ten days, Daddy,” Beckett whines and pouts his full lips in a way he knows I find hot. I can’t resist nibbling on his lower lip, eliciting a moan from my boy.

Now I have a hard-on that needs taking care of. I walk him back until he stops at his bed, pushing his shoulders so he falls onto the mattress. I grip the bulge in my pants to adjust myself while I look down at him panting for me .

“You poor thing, we’ll need to rectify this situation immediately.”

Beckett nods and sits up, trying to reach for my pants. I slap the back of his hand and raise a brow, making him lie back down to wait. Pulling the chain to his chastity key from around my neck is easy enough without removing my shirt, but I decide I want to show him my surprise. Gripping the hem, I lift it up and over my head.

“You shaved your chest?”

Beckett gasps and sits up, but this time I let him. His long fingers hover over the spot where the key lays, a fresh tattoo underneath the metal. Between my pecs and over my heart, a black skeleton key is permanently etched on my skin.

“I didn’t want a replica of your current chastity key, since we have a few,” I explain, waiting to hear what he thinks.

“This is why you wanted to do clothed-Dom, naked-sub, last night? And why I woke up alone this morning?”

“Yes.” I smile at his earnest questions. “Sorry I fibbed. I still had a bandage on.”

“It’s beautiful, Daddy,” Beckett whispers, his hot breath touching the still-sensitive skin before his fingers follow, and I hiss at the sting of pain. He looks up at my face and tilts his head. “This is forever.”

“I know it’s only been six months…” I hedge, worried he’s about to freak out. “What do you think?”

“Even though I’m sad your hairy chest is gone, I know that’s not permanent. I love it, Daddy.” Beckett scoots forward to kiss the clean skin at the top of the key, sending a shiver through me at the touch and how close he is to the words I want to say. He beats me to the punch. “I love you.”

“Oh, my sweet, naughty boy. I love you.”

Holding his face in my hands, I lean down to kiss him, pouring my emotions into Beckett as he gives it right back. I’ve loved him for months and can’t imagine my life without him anymore.

Beckett pulls away first, lifting the metal chain to see my ink again. His fingers hover over the darkest spot at the top of the key. “Is this an ‘ I love you ’ tattoo?”

“Yes and no,” I tell him, pushing Beckett’s messy hair back to watch his face. “I always want to have the memory of our first night together. And of the fun we have with me as your keyholder. We may change our play and stop doing it at some point, but now I’ll always have something on me to show how much I love you being mine.”

“I am yours, Daddy.”

“And I’m yours as well.” I lean in for one more kiss before pushing him onto his back again. Beckett’s less swollen and the cage will be easier to remove. “Now lie back and let Daddy suck your big cock.”

“Okay, Daddy.” Beckett rushes to comply and places both hands behind his head, as I’ve trained him to do. “Then can I suck you?”

“Yes, you will,” I promise.

Slipping the key into the lock and twisting, I remove the cage and push first his balls, then his hardening cock through the ring. Beckett gasps and moans at the relief as I bend over him to take his dick in my mouth. I know he won’t last long, so I unbutton my jeans to push them and my briefs down enough to free my erection.

Pulling off, I wipe my mouth and stand to push my pants down my thighs. “Flip around.”

“Mm, yes, Daddy!”

Beckett twists until his head is hanging off the bed between my legs. I waste no time, thrusting into his mouth and bending to push his foreskin down so I can take him back in mine.

This doesn’t work as well lying down, but on his back, I can fold Beckett’s legs up and reach his ass. I have my finger buried to the second knuckle when I graze his prostate and he goes off. Spurt after spurt of cum fills my mouth and I swallow it down, licking around his head to prolong his pleasure.

When I think he’s done, I stand to aim my cock into his mouth. “You better make me come, because you don’t get to stop until I do.”

Beckett pauses for a few breaths to recover, then takes me deep. His blowjob skills were sloppy, but enthusiastic when we first got together, but now he’s an expert. He swallows around my head and twists a hand at my base, using the other to fondle my balls. Besides his flaccid dick, he’s still fully dressed, and I love how we wanted each other too much to get naked.

“That’s a good boy. Take Daddy’s cock.” I reach down to pinch the head of his dick, knowing the urge to pee is strong. His throat bulges as I thrust down, and the sight has my body heating as my balls draw tight against my body. “I’m coming, swallow every drop?—”

My words cut off as my orgasm rushes through me. If my cock wasn't firmly lodged in his throat, I would be on the floor with the intensity of it. I pull back enough for Beckett to breathe between swallowing down my load, then collapse on the bed beside him.

“I’ll be right back, Daddy,” Beckett calls as he runs to the bathroom. He doesn’t bother to close the door, and I hear his relief before he flushes and washes his hands.

My eyes are closed when I feel my boy climb on top of me. “ Mmph . Give me a minute and then we can go.”

Beckett nuzzles into my beard. “Will you lock me back up first, Daddy? I like knowing you have my key—the permanent kind and the removable one.”

“Yeah, sweet boy,” I smile into his hair and wrap my arms around him, “I’m happy to be your keyholder. In every way.”