Paparino's Piccolo Gattino

Aside from Amy’s mishap with her choice of words, their Christmas vacation to Ohio was rather uneventful, and before they knew it, the time for them to return to North Carolina was upon them. Andy was sad to have to leave his parents again, but it’d been his choice to move there for his job in the first place. Ash had grown close to the middle-aged couple over the course of Thanksgiving and now this trip up North, so he was somewhat sad to have to leave them, too.

They returned to North Carolina as uneventfully as they’d left, only a bit of turbulence freaking the teen out as it always seemed to do. Since they’d also spent New Year’s in Ohio with his lover’s parents, school started back only a couple days after their return, but that was fine by them. They’d had enough rest and relaxation over the past couple weeks and were beginning to get antsy to return to their normal lives.

Now that they were back where they considered home, Ash also felt he could be more open about his true personality than he could around the Biersacks. He resumed wearing his lingerie around the house when it was just the two of them, if that’s what he felt most comfortable in at any given moment, something he hadn’t done while in Ohio. Another part of his personality that he let loose once again was the fact that he was a submissive, something he’d tried to hide in front of his lover’s parents, even though they already knew he was. His typical life of doing everything he could for his boyfriend was resumed in all ways.

It was still a few weeks after their return, just a few days into February, before he started letting the older guy go beyond second base with him. His comfort level had finally risen enough that not only did he not mind him performing fellatio on him, but he didn’t mind returning the favor, either. He could tell that Andy was glad and excited that he’d finally reached such a comfort level with him, doing nothing to make him uncomfortable or push past boundaries of his. Sure, he tested their limits to see where they lay in the first place, but once he found out, he didn’t go beyond them. That was something the teen was thankful for, considering that many people wouldn’t have cared about his boundaries.

“Morning, Ashes,” his lover murmured. It was a Saturday morning, and they’d been up later than was their norm the night before for as much romance as he dared.

“Morning, Andy,” he answered, rolling over to face him. He was rewarded with a gentle kiss.

“How’d you sleep last night?” Those bright blue eyes he loved as much as their owner were still glazed over with the remnants of sleep.

“I slept awesome.” Ash yawned softly as he stretched. “How ’bout you?”

“Same here. Only one thing could’ve made it better than it already is,” he answered, groaning as his sweetheart accidentally brushed against his morning wood.

“Sorry,” the teen said sheepishly, blushing.

“It’s fine, Ashes.” Andy chuckled and gently kissed his nose. “I know you didn’t mean to.”

“It makes me feel bad, though.” He pouted for a moment. “I know you want more than just a blow-job…”

“We don’t have to go that far unless you’re ready,” his lover assured him. “As much as I’d love to be able to go that far, I don’t want you being uncomfortable.”

Ash had a thoughtful expression on his face as he studied his lover’s. “Well, you know what today is, right?”

“Mmm. What’s today?” he asked. He wasn’t sure if he really didn’t know, or was just playing dumb.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, silly,” the teen giggled, now turning the tables and kissing the older guy’s nose. “I’ve been wanting to go further with you for a while, but didn’t know how to go about it. What better time than the most romantic day of the year?”

“I like the way you think, gattino,” Andy growled softly, rolling them over so that he was on top of him. “But are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely,” he answered, gasping as he gently kissed his neck.

Since they always slept in the nude unless he decided he wanted to sleep in one of his thong-and-baby doll sets, neither of them had any clothes to shed. They were as bare as the days they were born, leaving only smooth skin to be caressed and clawed while in the throes of passion. Ash mewled softly as his lover ran his hands up and down his torso, gently pinching and rolling his flat nipples between his thumbs and fingers.

His soft mewls only grew louder as he worked his way down, leaving a trail of kisses and gently licking a path from his throat down his chest. Andy chuckled as he gently latched onto one of his nipples, playfully biting at it before soothing the bites with flicks of his tongue as he suckled on it. The teen whined and writhed beneath him, sometimes using his voice to beg, others using body language. He was greatly enjoying his lover’s romantic attention and couldn’t help but want more, which led to him slowly working his way down under the covers so that his face was above his crotch.

A loud gasp was emitted as he gently took his throbbing member into his mouth, making Ash moan like a whore as he slowly began to bob his head. Sure, they’d given each other blow-jobs in the past, but for some reason, it felt better than ever this morning. He was definitely enjoying the older man’s ministrations now and couldn’t help the whines that bubbled up from his throat, begging for more. The older man chuckled softly, sending teasing vibrations up his shaft, as he removed his length from his mouth.

With another whine of displeasure, he begged him to continue his previous ministrations, so close to that pinnacle that he wanted to reach and tumble over it. Andy chuckled softly as he reached over to his nightstand, drawing a confused look from his sweetheart as he did so. When he found what he was searching for, he pulled it from the drawer, revealing a bottle of strawberry-flavored lube. The teen laying prone beneath him wasn’t stupid and knew exactly what it was for, and he was damned thankful. All the times his mother’d shoved inanimate objects up his ass or allowed someone to rape him, lube hadn’t been used, so all he knew in regards to his opening being toyed with and stretched was pain.

“It might hurt a bit if it’s been a while since you were stretched out,” his lover warned him, rubbing the lube on three of his fingers.

“At least a year,” Ash confirmed, feeling a bit scared.

“I’ll do everything I can not to hurt you, mio gattino,” he murmured, kissing him deeply as he gently nudged a single finger against his opening.

The teen moaned into the kiss, gasping as he felt his finger enter him.

“You okay?” the older man asked, not moving his finger as he looked him straight in the eye.

“Uh huh…” he answered breathlessly, nodding his head as he pushed his hips downward.

“All right,” Andy said a bit uncertainly, gently moving his finger.

“Ohhhh,” he moaned, throwing his head back as he adjusted to the lone digit. “More, Andy! I want more! Please!”

Chuckling, he gently added a second finger, never once slowing the steady pace he’d started. His sweetheart moaned once again, clamping himself around the two digits in a way that increased his pleasure, rather than brought discomfort. He soon began to scissor him, stretching him out as gently as he could possibly manage, before adding a third finger, which drew a gasp and a moan from him once again.

Ash couldn’t help the breathy, high-pitched sounds he made as he enjoyed his lover’s ministrations, surprised that he’d been able to fit three fingers inside him with little pain. Once he’d adjusted to that and it wasn’t really working for him anymore, he begged him to keep going, to join them in the most intimate of ways. The older man looked down at him with uncertainty glittering in his icy-blue eyes, asking if he was sure he wanted that, considering his abusive past. With another breathy moan, he pushed his hips down further once again and begged him to show him what love was.

Even though this was what they both obviously wanted, Andy was a bit apprehensive about doing such a thing to the teen. His painful, traumatic past made most intimate things harder for them than most couples, and he was always worried about pushing past a boundary that he shouldn’t have. However, he knew damn good and well that his sweetheart would tell him if he changed his mind and, as much as that would pain him, he’d stop if he told him to and take care of his urges at a later time.

“I love you so much,” he whispered, pressing a feather-light kiss to his temple as he began to gently nudge his opening.

“Ssssss,” Ash hissed, clenching his teeth as his slightly bigger girth stretched him a bit more.

“You okay?” the older man asked, his voice sounding strangled. He was bottomed out inside the love of his life now, fighting to hold back, but his concern for him overrode anything else he felt.

“It hurts a little,” he answered, a single tear rolling down the side of his face from the corner of his eye. “Almost as bad as the times I was raped.”

“Shhh, shhh, shhh,” Andy whispered, rubbing gentle, soothing circles into his hips. “You know I’ll never do that to you, gattino.”

“Please,” the teen begged breathlessly. “I want more.”

“So it doesn’t hurt anymore?” He refused to move until he knew his sweetheart was going to enjoy it.

“No, it doesn’t. Please, Andy…show me what love is.”

Unable to argue with his request, the older man held his upper torso up off him with his forearms, his weight resting on his elbows. His movements were slow and gentle, despite the lube he’d coated himself in, so he’d have a bit more time to adjust to something he’d never experienced. Sure, he’d had numerous things shoved into that orifice before, but never in such a loving way, so why he might’ve experienced the physical aspect, he’d never experienced the emotional one.

With a sweet mewl of pleasure, Ash threw his head back in a move that exposed his throat, his arms wrapped around his lover’s neck as he pulled him closer. He couldn’t help but want to nibble on that tender flesh again, and that’s exactly what he did. The move elicited another gasp from his sweetheart, and he couldn’t help but want to increase his pace a bit.

Andy stared into the teen’s chocolate-brown eyes, watching as they glazed over with the same molten lust coursing through his veins. He smiled when he moaned and whined, but especially when he gasped and cried out as he thrust into a single bundle of nerves that drove him wild. The older man knew without a doubt that he’d found his prostate and made sure to use the same angle he’d used when he hit it the first time, causing a constant stream of cries and screams to burst from his sweetheart’s lips. He could feel him tightening around him, feel that his own morning wood had grown harder than it was before. Since he doubted he could get off without his arousal being stroked as well, he reached down and gently wrapped a hand around it.

He didn’t have to stroke him more than once before Ash stiffened and screamed louder than before, his eyes still wide open but rolled back in his head. The clenching of his muscles around him once again effectively milked the older man’s orgasm from him, and he thrust in deep. Andy growled softly, muffling any sound he made by pressing a sweet, gentle kiss to the teen’s lips before he collapsed atop him. He wouldn’t stay there long, for fear of hurting him, but he needed a moment for the stars he was seeing to go away and to catch his breath before he could move aside.

“I love you so much, gattino,” he murmured, finally rolling off him and pulling him into his arms. He pressed another gentle kiss to his temple. “Forever and always.”

“I love you just as much, Daddy,” Ash answered softly, sighing contently. “Always and forever.”

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