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Landon let his eyes close again and Dustin pulled him off. He sucked in great, gasping lungfuls of air, coughing a little as he did.

You’re mine. It was not quite everything that he wanted to say. But it was close enough for now.

I’m yours, Landon agreed, then continued to press that palm up to Dustin’s chest.

Make Daddy come.

Landon fell on his cock with enthusiasm, sucking him deep again and licking around the head. He was so close already and with one more stroke he was shooting down Landon’s throat.

Landon swallowed it down and then looked up at him dreamily.

Dustin pulled him forward to rest his head against his knee until his breath quieted. He couldn’t stop touching him, though, carding through his hair and caressing his back.

Eventually the stickiness and sweat overcame the intimacy of the moment. Let’s get you into the shower. You made a mess everywhere.

Landon gave him a little glare, but it was sweet and sassy this time. It’s not my fault. You’re the one who made me.

Dustin pulled him up. I know. And I’ll do it again as often as you need me to.

Landon pointed down at his angrily hard cock. How about now?

I said I’d give you what you need. Not what you want. And I believe that you already came today.

Landon stomped his foot, but his eyes shone.

Dustin took his hand and led him to the shower. It was going to be a long, difficult evening for his boy. And he had a sense they would both love it.

Chapter 20

Landon

Landon woke up to a soft flutter across his cheek. He turned into it, feeling warm and cozy, and was rewarded by another caress along his jaw.

He blinked up sleepily into Dustin’s adoring face and slowly let the memories settle in. They were reinforced by the ache across his butt, the soft pajama pants tangled around his legs, and the throb in his cock that was still half hard.

Because Daddy was giving him what he needed and not what he wanted.

No wonder he had slept so well.

Time to get up, sleepy head.

Landon shook his head. He didn’t want to get up. And he, maybe a little bit, wanted to see what Daddy would do.

Just to make sure.

Five more minutes, then we have to start our day.

Landon pouted, but inside he couldn’t have been more pleased. Especially when Daddy played with his hair and stroked his ribs, making him feel tingly and horny and cherished.

After some interminable amount of time, which he trusted was exactly five minutes, Daddy said, Time to get up now.

Landon shut his eyes and shook his head. It was the opposite of what he’d been doing for the past two months. The opposite of what he’d been doing his entire life.

He wasn’t just saying no to getting up, but to taking responsibility and dealing with everyone’s problems including his own. He just didn’t want to do it.

And he wanted, no needed, to know that Daddy would step in. The differences between want and need were becoming increasingly clear to him.

Daddy yanked the blankets from the bed. You have ten minutes to get ready for the day, get dressed, and be in the kitchen ready for our run.