“That was our first official fight as a couple,” he whispers, while we ascend the steps to our front door.

Peeking at him, my forehead lines as I consider this. Was it really??

I think he’s right.

I mean, I have a tendency to scold him nonstop like he’s still my son. But we never actually fight. In fact, he seems to love when I growl things at him. It makes his dick hard.

For all the tension between us, rippling like a steady current, none of it is negative. We haven’t fought about anything since we’ve been down here.

And even that just now was a pretty measly fight.

Pulling him inside the house, I close the door behind us, pressing him against it with my hips. He gasps and whines, biting his lip while I writhe into him, going for his neck.

“Does that mean we get to make up?” I nip the words onto his warm flesh.

“Please,” he purrs, arching up to me while I work on his clothes, instantly tearing into them to get him naked. “Let me make it up to you, Daddy. Let me prove that you’re the only one for me.”

I almost whisper, I know I am. But then I stop, shuddering at the idea that he wants to be punished a little.

He wants to be my possession, and that sounds like a perfect way to end the night.

Once Jesse is in only his jeans, unbuttoned, I spin him, walking him toward the living room while sucking on his neck and feeling up all the curves of muscle in his body. He yanks my shirt off, grabbing at my chest, squeezing and squirming his dick into mine. The room is dark, minus the glow of the Christmas tree, red, green, and white lights bathing us as we move up to the couch.

Flopping down onto my back, I pull Jesse on top of me. Then I shove his jeans down over his perfect ass, my cock throbbing between us when I find what he’s wearing…

A jockstrap. As in, his whole ass is exposed for me. Fucking mouthwatering.

“Look at you…” I breathe, hands sloping through all the lines of taut muscle in his torso, down to his big, thick cock, trying to burst out the front of the underwear. “You’re a fantasy come to life, sweet boy.”

He lets out a mewl, unbuttoning my pants with shaky fingers. I slither out of them, and he sits over my hips, straddling me while grinding slowly, rubbing our clothed cocks together until I’m leaking and burning alive.

“Get me naked, baby,” I grunt, and he does, tearing my boxers off and whipping them away.

He instantly goes for my dick, like he’s desperate to get it into his throat, but I stop him.

“I wanna watch you suck something else first.”