When Thaddeus pulled back to check his phone, Kayden groaned, his hand slipping down to stroke himself just enough to keep the ache alive. He didn't want the heat to fade, not even for a second.
The moment Thaddeus returned, his weight settling over him again, Kayden's breath hitched. Thaddeus caught his wrist, gently tugging his hand away, then parted Kayden's legs, sliding between them. Kayden lay open under him, every line of his body tense with anticipation, his arousal straining for attention.
Thaddeus's hand skimmed over his chest, circling one nipple, teasing until Kayden's breath broke into a soft moan. Then his mouth dipped lower, lips brushing over him with slow, deliberate strokes that made Kayden shiver.
"Daddy… that's…God, that's so hot," Kayden gasped, his voice rough, his back arching as his body reacted.
