A Daddy for Benito by Joe Satoria
14. HARRY
MONDAY
I picked out a nice t-shirt and a pair of shorts for him to wear. His face said he didn’t want me to leave, but I never counted on wanting to stick around or falling for him in such a short space of time. I figured it would happen—but over a longer period of time, I didn’t realise it would be something that happened over two days.
He was still in bed, watching me with sad eyes.
“How do I look?” I asked him, turning around in the light from the bathroom door. It was a shirt and trousers, but it was also the peak of British summer, and I could already feel the sweat on my skin.
He nodded, pushing his head beneath the duvet. “You look good.”
“Your clothes are here,” I said, “the T-shirt has a cat face on it. And says, you’re purrfect.”
“I love it,” he let out. He extended his arms out from beyond the duvet, holding them out to me. “Can I have a hug before you go?”
I wasn’t prepared for him to be all cute, I was mostly expecting him to be picking fights and I was equipped and prepared for that. I wasn’t prepared to be this way with him. “Of course,” I said, leaning across the bed. “You’ll have to tell me how it goes today.”
He nodded. “I’m nervous,” he said, his mouth muffled behind the duvet.
“Don’t be.” I tried to move the duvet from his face.
He nodded again. “No, I haven’t got up yet, I have horrible morning breath.”
I definitely wasn’t prepared for him to be adorable with those doe eyes and the way he made me want to call in sick just so I could be around him. I kissed him on the forehead. “I should go.”
“You smell nice.”
“Thank you. You’re being nice, what do you want?” I pulled away from the bed, standing and straightening my shirt.
“Well—”
“You’re not getting it,” I chuckled. “You need to get out of bed and start your day. Maybe a lie in, but you do need to decide what you’re going to be doing. So, if you want to go back to doing the translation stuff, I’ll help you find clients. If you want to work at a café, I’ll see who’s hiring.” I was right when I thought, he couldn’t stay here alone all day every day while I was away at work.
“I’ll find work,” he said. “I’m just glad I’m out of London. And I’m glad you answered my ad.”
“Aw, sweet.”
“I can be nice.”
“Maybe you should change your forum handle to SweetBoy69 instead.”
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t go that far,” he said, “I’m still feeling raw from last night.” I could see behind the duvet, his smirk peeking through it.
“We didn’t do it raw,” I chuckled. “Which reminds me, if we’re both exclusive, we should get tested.” I knew mine would all come back negative, I had my last test two months ago, and it was three months ago when I’d been with Benito.
He nodded. “Sure, but now you’re getting me all excited.” He threw back the duvet, pouting. On the bed, he laid with his short cock standing to attention. The shiny head of his cock wet with precum. My heart was throbbing, telling me it would only take five minutes and I could be late for work.
“I suppose I can help you out,” I said. I climbed onto the bed, stifled slightly in the heat of the room and inside my shirt.
I pulled Benito on his back as I slithered down the bed. I nestled my head between his legs and took his cock inside my mouth. He moaned, his hands flinching to grab at the back of my head. His cock wasn’t big, so it didn’t bother me he was trying to force it to the back of my throat.
It took a little longer than a minute of bobbing on his dick before I felt the spasm in his legs try and wrap around the back of my head. He came down my throat. Three hot pumps like drinking warm syrup water.
Benito looked well rested from where I was, pulling away from his body and the loose limbs of his legs that had barely enough energy left in them.
“Good boy,” I said.
“My turn,” he offered back in an exhausted breath.
I shook my head. “I can’t,” I said, turning my watch around on my wrist. It was already eight-thirty in the morning. I had to be out of here usually by twenty-past. “If you’re a good boy today, you can do whatever you want with me.”
“That’s not how this works,” he said in a sleepy voice. “I’m supposed to get what I want.”
I leaned across him, looking into his fluttering eyelids. “Get some more sleep, I’ll call you later.”
The weak grasp of his hand slipped into the front of my trousers. I had a semi, but it wasn’t anything that would stick around long enough. “I feel it.”
I shook my head. “You don’t always get what you want,” I said, kissing his cheek. “But after work, you can have it all.”
Maybe I had already broken him from his bratty ways. In two days? That must have been some type of record. Benito was a self-appointed brat, it was written on clothing, it was in his forum handle, and it was even what he said about himself in person. Perhaps he was compensating.
Off the bed, I adjusted my shirt again. I was already gathering small sweat patches beneath my arms. “And clean the flat,” I said. “If you really want any of this.” I grabbed a handful of my crotch from outside the trousers. “You’ll follow the rules.”
Benito frowned. “Thought the rules were scrapped.”
“Except the cleaning one. That one is essential.” I headed back into the bathroom. I needed to swill some more mouthwash around after swallowing his cum. It was delicious, but probably shouldn’t have been breakfast.
Benito was asleep when I left the bathroom. His body half-covered by the duvet while his naked body was mostly out in the air. He was long with big feet, nearly hanging off the side of the bed.
This wasn’t like I’d planned at all, in my mind, it would’ve been the two of us going at it constantly, but instead, it felt like a crash course in getting to know each other. I stood by the bedroom door on my way out, watching him for a moment before I left. He looked calm and at peace. But he would still need reminding that the bed needed made, and to open all the curtains and windows. After the weekend, the flat needed to be aired out. It was stuffy inside, and the cold smell of fried chicken from last night was still infiltrating the hallway from the kitchen.
Benito deserved everything.
