Any sort of denial Micah could attempt would be laughable, so he didn’t bother.  Instead, he spread his legs further apart, scooting his ass even more into Damon’s space – a silent dare for the man to make good on his words.

“Please.”  (Maybe not so silent, after all.)

Damon growled at the sight.

“Too bad the only thing ever getting inside of you is me – my fingers, my tongue, my cock.”  Damon punctuated his point by hooking the finger he’d sunk into Micah’s ass until it was digging into his prostate.

Micah wailed, little white stars bursting behind his eyes.

He was breathing hard by the time Damon finally let up.

Micah shouldn’t have been surprised. Damon was possessive enough that the thought of allowing even a toy near Micah’s ass was probably enough to rile him up.

Micah snorted at the thought.  His amusement didn’t last long, however.  Not when the man’s finger and thumbs were suddenly gone from his hole – leaving him feeling bereft and empty.

“What-?”

His worry didn’t last long, however, because a moment later, he felt Damon leaning over him, his hairy chest pressed against Micah’s back. “Don’t worry, baby,” Damon shushed him, stroking his quivering belly was a large hand.  “I’m just giving you what you want.  I’m going to fill you up with daddy’s cock.”

Micah felt himself stiffen.  That was… new – a little discombobulating, truthfully, but not necessarily in a bad way.  Luckily, Micah was distracted from Damon’s use of the word “daddy” before he could give it much thought.  (Not that he was capable of critical thinking at the moment.)

“That’s what you want, sweetheart, isn’t it?  My cock in your ass?”

Honestly, sometimes Micah thought Damon was as addicted to making Micah beg as Micah was addicted to the feel of Damon pressed up against him, pressed in him.

But if begging was what Damon wanted, Micah would do it gladly – especially if it meant the man would reward him by finally filling him up with his cock.  Besides, he was already on his hands and knees.  Might as well complete the picture.

“Please,” he begged pathetically, somehow managing to spread his legs even wider – until his muscles were burning with the strain.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fill you up, tesoro,” Damon promised.  ““But you’ve got to do something for me first.”

“Anything.”  Micah meant it, too.

Maybe that should have scared him, but Micah wasn’t scared.  And not only because he was distracted by the man alternately licking and sucking on that bit of sensitive skin behind his ear. (Not to mention the promise of Damon’s hard erection pressed up against his ass.)

Micah honestly trusted him.  So…

“What- what do I have to do?”