“Of course, ragazzo.” I shoveled some food into my mouth before I wove my fingers through his hair. “I’ll give you my number in case you wanna call.”

He hummed with pleasure, eyes drooping.

All in all, we must’ve watched ten minutes of the movie that was muted but playing in the background.

“I love our chemistry too, Sir,” he mumbled. “You’re like a Daddy.”

I smiled to myself and scratched his scalp gently. He didn’t know what those words did to me. Hell, I barely knew myself, other than I had all this warmth spreading in my chest.

It made me wanna bring him tomorrow—somehow. Maybe after the cooking class was over. The festival was going to be massive. Was there no way to… I lifted my gaze and scanned the room; I’d seen something earlier, and it was right there on the top shelf. Halloween masks of the collector’s variety. Darth Vader, a stormtrooper, Iron Man, Deadpool…

It was probably a dumb idea.

“We should get some rest,” I murmured drowsily.

We’d been dozing on and off for the past hour or two, the long and eventful day having caught up with me, but it was extremely difficult to fall asleep when curious fingers wandered my body. Not that I could claim innocence. Having Camden snuggled up in my arms under the covers was the sweetest torture.

“I’m resting,” he insisted. “My eyes are closed.”

Yeah, but both his hands were on my cock.

“What’re you thinkin’ about?” I asked.

His answer was so matter-of-fact. “Play-raping you in your sleep.”

“Jesus Christ.” I shouldn’t have asked.

“It could work if Daddy held you down once you woke up,” he reasoned. “Maybe he would stuff his big thing in your mouth to keep you quiet.”

A shudder ripped through me, but the scenario posed a problem because I couldn’t imagine ever struggling against such an act. Even pretending not to want it would feel too contrived.

Unable to help myself, I slipped a hand down to his bottom and brushed my fingers between his butt cheeks. “I happen to like being woken up by someone who just takes what he wants.”

He drew an unsteady breath. “Me too. That’s why I like the safewords, cuz anything goes until someone safewords. It’s always playtime that way. I-I could be preparing something in the kitchen, and Daddy just walks by and throws me down on the floor and fucks me because Daddy needs his baby boy right then and there. You know?”