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Giopara lid his eyes and leaned back in his office chair, legs propped up onto his desk as he scrolled his phone. He should have been doing a thousand other things - like answering the pile up of work emails he had been ignoring for a few days now. He had feigned an illness to leave him out of the office for now to do fuck all. The bare minimum, some may say, but fuck it if he wasn't efficient. This wasn't his first rodeo - Giopara could effectively sleep for a week and his company would do just fucking fine. He scratched at his scruff along his cheek, eyes drifting to the icon for his text messages. The unread number was nearing an alarming amount but there was really only one person he cared to hear from or cared to reply too.
He tapped the app open and didn't have to look far for the message, affectionately called besos.
There was a few new messages he hadn't read yet and Giopara let his eyes skim over the texts, shifting in his seat.
last night was fun!! when do you want to play again?
i have just 1 class today, no lab
tell me when, daddy
Giopara glanced at the top of his phone, eying the time. A little past 1 p.m., which meant Jayce still had some time to go before getting out of class, but…
He cleared his throat, legs dropping off his desk to the floor as he sat up a bit straighter, typing a message out to Jayce.
Come over now. I'll come pick you up.
It didn't even take a full minute for the text bubble to pop up and Jayce's message to appear.
i'm still in class!
Daddy didn't ask, baby.
They'd only been at this for a few weeks - the Grindr ad had read "ISO sugar daddy!" and that's it. Straight to the point and, well, it was cute. Seemed like twenty-somethings knew what they wanted as opposed to when he was in college. He crossed his leg over the other, elbow on the armrest and fist against his squished cheek as he waited for Jayce's reply. This was the start of the game - a demand, and a flustered Jayce on the other end before he'd get a response. Jayce wasn't that great at dirty talk, but he made due, and Giopara didn't mind how awkward he stumbled through.
okay. in twenty?
In twenty.
Giopara grinned to himself, glancing at the time once more on his phone. His apartment was not far from Jayce's campus and in whatever car he chose, he'd be there in no time. He stretched, reaching down to scratch at the bit of his tummy that peeked out from his shirt. The past couple of times they played it was almost nothing - cock warming, making Jayce cum. Giopara, much to his annoyance, found Jayce completely endearing and didn't want to ruin him right off the bat. At least, not too much. He got to his feet, leaving his phone on his desk as he wandered to his bathroom - least he could do was freshen up, being the considerate man he was and all.
A quick shower that would be obsolete later and a beard trim and Giopara was walking back to his desk, towel hung loose at his waist as he grabbed his phone. Killed about fifteen minutes - he might be slightly late to Jayce's campus, but beauty could not be rushed. He shot Jayce a quick 'omw' text before dropping his phone and going to his closet, dressing comfortably. No need to get too fancy when he was going to rip it all off in thirty minutes to fuck Jayce's brains out. He smoothed his shirt over his stomach, pouting slightly. It was a little snug… he huffed to himself, walking over to his desk to grab his phone and pocket it.
In no time he's pulling out of the complex's parking garage in his beamer, sliding his way into traffic and starting the short drive to the college campus. He parked in the half-circle outside the science building, leaning back in his seat and pulling his phone off it's dock, opening his text messages and shooting one off to Jayce.
Here, princess. Can't miss me.
Jayce must've been waiting because as soon as the text is sent, in the side mirror Giopara can see the doors burst open a little more harsh then normal and Jayce sheepishly scuttle out of them, looking over his shoulder as if he did something wrong. Giopara stifles a laugh as he jogs to the car, climbing in and instantly putting on the slutty baby doll act. It's not necessary for either of them, but Giopara doesn't mind it and he has a sneaking suspicion that Jayce enjoys playing a dumb adult. He feels the same - all that brain and ideas and racing thoughts it feels good to let someone take control and Giopara has no problem doing it for the doe-eyed boy in front of him.
"Hey, baby," Giopara murmurs softly, lifting his hand to press two fingers beneath Jayce's chin. He lifts it slightly and leans forward, kissing Jayce. The other physically relaxes, shoulders slumping as he melts into the kiss. He returns it a bit too eagerly, teeth pressing against Giopara's bottom lip briefly before Giopara pulls away, tickling at the just there unshaven scruff on Jayce's jaw.
"Easy. Home isn't far."
Jayce sighs, throwing up the dramatics, but he settles back into his seat and buckles up. Giopara has barely put the car into drive before Jayce is beginning to babble his ear off about class, about how nobody read any of the material the professor assigned and they had a whole week to read two chapters and is it that hard? Two chapters? And blah blah blah blah. Giopara glances at Jayce briefly as he drives, fondness building in his gut. He reminds Giopara so much of himself when he was younger - before being an actual functioning adult killed his spirit or whatever bullshit people want to say about him that was absolutely not true. Could a man who couldn't function hold two companies and be a sugar daddy?
Thought so.
"You're thinking," Jayce broke his thoughts after a moment, "your brows are all furrowed."
Giopara reaches up, touching his forehead briefly. Shit. Jayce is right. "Uh, just. Thinking about all the stuff I'm going to do to you."
Idiot. It makes Jayce laugh though, smiling at him. "Right. And what did you have in store? More… of the same?"
There's a hint of disappointment in his tone, or maybe Giopara is imagining it.
"No, something new," Giopara promises, reaching over with one hand to lay it on Jayce's thigh, squeezing it gently, "I know, you want more from me. Don't worry, baby…"
They turn into his complex's parking lot is smooth and Giopara parks effortlessly, backing into his spot. He cuts the engine and leans over into Jayce's space, twisting to get slightly closer. He drops his forehead to Jayce's, a hand reaching up to grab his cheeks and squish them, just hard enough for pressure, but light enough to not hurt.
"Daddy won't be too rough with your pretty pussy," Giopara murmured softly, watching the way Jayce's eyes flutter under his gaze, the shift in his seat, the way his thighs pressed, "so be a good boy and go get ready for me?"
As soon as he pulls back, the car vibrates with the force Jayce has used to slam his door shut, nearly stumbling over himself as he rushes to the elevator. Giopara watches him with amusement until Jayce's form disappears from view, the swing of his lanyard the last thing Giopara sees before the doors close. Cute… Gods, he was so so cute. Now, he waits - part of the game, after all. Giopara settles into his seat again, scrolling through a few new work emails. Nothing important but what was the point of a secretary if they didn't even answer your emails for you?
Fuck ass Ezreal.
He sighed as he got out of the car, locking it and taking slow steps to the elevator. The ride was short and the walk even more, despite how slow he felt he was walking. Wanted Jayce to sit there, to squirm and gather slick, to be reduced to a whining mess in those few agonizing minutes he's alone and nude. It's one of his favorite things about Jayce - his overeager excitement, all to act like a squirming virgin under him.
Giopara sighed out. Gods, he really didn't deserve this. He crosses himself, as if praying to God to keep the good thing going, and pushed open his ajar bedroom door.
He could've died and gone to hell right then and there.
Like the world's most beautiful painting, Jayce is stretched out on his bed, legs open and crossed at the ankle. His pussy is a few days from being shaved and Giopara wants to drool at the budding curls. His dick sits pronounced, budding past his folds, wet with slick. He's been touching himself, but Giopara doesn't have it in his heart to discipline Jayce - he's too beautiful, too ethereal Why would he ruin such a good thing? Jayce looks shy as Giopara's eyes trail upwards, trying not to linger on the flush across his breasts. He shifts a little, arms pressing his breasts together, and Giopara groans.
Shit. Jayce really was a fast learner.
"… You look so pretty, princess," Giopara murmurs as he slowly advances on Jayce, pulling clothes off as he goes. Jayce is too nude and he is too clothed - must fix it, quickly. By the time he reaches the bed, Giopara is just in his trunks, fabric ridden up on his thighs and the dark patch growing by the second on the cloth, "you learn so fast, too. You were too shy a week ago to even show me your hole and now I have you posing."
Jayce turns red to his ears, the burning deep and vibrant. "Ja-"
"Shh. Let me take care of you," Giopara leans forward, giving Jayce a peck to silence any further protests, "I want to show you how good you are to me. Lay back."
Jayce pouts but does as asked, laying back among the plush of pillows hes gathered and shifting his butt to get more comfortable. Giopara sits back, a hand dragging up Jayce's right thigh to his knee, thumbing over the skin there as his eyes roam. Jayce is chubby in the cute, carrying extra fat around the right areas way - softer thighs, love handles, the soft pouch he carries at his stomach. It makes Giopara's mouth water with hunger, to want to devour Jayce in more ways then one. For now though, he settles his body between Jayce's legs, spreading barely-there kisses along an inner thigh before they reach between Jayce's legs. Warm breath ghosts over the sensitive skin, making Jayce's thighs tremble with want to close around his head. Giopara just purrs soft and contently, eyes lidding as he uses both hands to spread Jayce. The sound that comes with it is obscene - so slick that there are thin strands that split as his mound is spread. Giopara enjoys the sight for a moment before there's a wiggle and an irritated huff from above him.
Brat.
His eyes flick upwards, looking at Jayce through his lashes. "Yes?"
"I want to feel you."
It's so sincere and sweet it sends a stake through his heart. Giopara was always a sap to a pretty face and doe eyes, but man oh man, is Jayce obscenely good at using those to his advantage. He can't tell if it's prior knowledge Jayce has or he learned quickly through their several hook-ups but either way, Giopara is bending to his will. He doesn't hesitate to put his mouth around Jayce's dick, feeling it throb against his tongue as he begins dragging it along the underside of his cock.
It's divine. So, so divine. Jayce's pussy is a sweet type of taste, musky and sweaty from his day outside. He could get himself lost in this motion, in this taste as he sucks at Jayce's dick, eyes drifting shut. It's so much easier to turn his brain off and do a task then be the one thinking and piloting. His tongue dips downwards along Jayce's folds to lap up the slick along them. Giopara's tongue traces over Jayce's hole, clenching weakly around nothing, wanting the penetration desperately. It's given to him after a few more long, slow traces, Giopara's tongue pressing inside and upwards. The full body shudder from Jayce vibrates him slightly and Giopara purrs low in his throat. Hook, line, sinker.
He rolls his tongue into Jayce's hole, savoring the taste and the flexing of his walls, wanting to clamp down onto him. Giopara's hands roam over Jayce's thighs, holding them to the bed to keep from clamping around him in sensitivity. He so badly wants to jerk Jayce off, swiping his thumb up and down the length of his dick, but he doesn't want Jayce to cum so soon. Just wants to tease, just so.
His mouth pulls off and a hand from Jayce's thigh is brought to Giopara's mouth, where he spits a mixture of slick and his own saliva onto them. He moves his hand between Jayce's folds and presses against his entrance, circling the mixture briefly before slowly, Giopara begins to slide two fingers into him. Jayce is relaxed enough for it by the way he shudders, mouth falling open in panting whines as his hips rock back, craving more.
"You're so greedy," Giopara licks his lips, aftertaste of Jayce on them, "your cunt is sucking me in so deep and you still want more and more… tell Daddy, what do you want from him?"
"More," Jayce pants out, squirming in his place on the bed, "Jason, pl-please…"
"Baby, that's not an answer. More could mean anything. More kisses, more hugs…"
Jayce pouts briefly, eyes lidding as he looks up at Giopara over him. They're glossy with tears, the shame of having to say what he wants getting to him. The only sound between them is the slick sound of Giopara fingering him, purposely avoiding his g-spot until he hears what he wants. The direct eye contact from Jayce feels like brattiness, a direct defiance to his ask, but it only takes a quirk of Giopara's brow to challenge back and watch Jayce crumble.
"Fuck me, Daddy. Please?"
It's not as exact as Giopara wants, but he'll take it. Jayce is still learning, after all. He purrs as he crooks his fingers deep in Jayce and presses upwards. He's a fast learner, too. Jayce's g-spot is quick to find with him this hard and Giopara rubs it ruthlessly, watching the body under him spasm with the touch. He is only mean for the brief moment before Giopara slides his fingers out, sighing at the sight of Jayce's hole clenching onto nothing. He really, really doesn't deserve this beautiful gift before him, but Giopara is happy to make it up to any higher deity out there for the rest of his life.
He sits back on his heels and wiggles his trunks down, showing off his dark, wet curls and proud dick standing to attention. He kicks them off and scoots, reaching over Jayce to his nightstand. His lube already sits out, part of Jayce's prep, and he takes it to roll between his hands. Giopara warms the bottle before popping the cap open, careful to pour enough onto his outstretched hand. He closes the bottle and tosses it to the ground, pressing his palms together and then lowering them to his dick. It twitches at the touch and Giopara exhales out softly, eyes lidding as he drags his palms over himself. Jayce is patiently waiting, eyes still glossy and soft, as Giopara wipes his hands off onto his chest knowing that he'll later regret the slick feeling once they're ready to cuddle post-sex, but for now he doesn't care.
Giopara slots between Jayce's legs, pulling his thighs over his hips to get closer. One hand around the base of his dick to steady him as Giopara lines himself up with Jayce's entrance and slowly pushes into him, bottoming out with a hiss at the wet, tight heat of Jayce's walls. Fuck… he's used his dick plenty of times, even before he got the metoidioplasty, but something about Jayce is heavenly. Giopara gives a few tentative, deep rocks inside of Jayce, testing his limits without instantly nutting like a virgin, and finds it's difficult to even think with Jayce sucking him in.
He sinks down onto his elbows , chin resting on Jayce's chest as he looks up at the other, feeling a surge of love at the expression Jayce wore. Brows furrowed, bottom lip caught between his teeth, flush spread all down his neck and chest. Giopara nuzzles against a breast as he begins to work his hips, hooking his arms underneath Jayce's to keep them as close as possible. The very idea that right now, pulling his hips too far out, adjusting his position, anything might compromise this moment and Giopara can't have that. He needs this.
Giopara noses up to Jayce's neck, kissing the thrum of his pulse as his hips slowly pick up pace. Above him, Jayce is whining and panting, nails digging half-moons into Giopara's back as he fucks him. Jayce is babbling something, definitely some string of incoherent words, and the blood pulses so loud in Giopara's ears. His stomach flips with desire, orgasm beginning to rise and curl in the pit of it. He wasn't going to last, no matter how slow he went, and does he really want too? To deny Jayce his orgasm, to deny himself the pleasure of a body he cares about?
His hips grind in deep as Giopara cums with a gasp against Jayce's pulse, his slick wetting his thighs and dripping down onto Jayce. Beneath him, Jayce moans out and cants his hips, rolling in a way that Giopara can tell he's making sure his g-spot is rubbed against and he tumbles after Giopara into the land of hazy pleasure, his own slick mixing with the others as Giopara slowly eases out of him, trembling a bit with sensitivity. He barely is off of Jayce before the strong, demanding arms of Jayce yank Giopara downwards, burying them close together. They both know the routine after sex, but Giopara can't help but figure that for a few minutes, they could deviate from the plans.
Warm and clean and buried in a fresh blanket, Giopara tucks Jayce into his side, scrolling his phone for a last time. The body next to him tangles and snuggles close, whining soft in his throat.
"Put it down."
"I know," Giopara murmurs, giving a glare at a few new work emails before placing his phone screen down onto his nightstand, scooting down to look at Jayce, a little smile on his face, "was that worth skipping school for?"
"Mm," Jayce tilts his head, trying to tease, but the smile on his own face is too playful, "I guess. You made me wait all this time for that, so sort of rude, but…"
"Brat," Giopara laughs as he reaches down to tickle Jayce's side, making him squeak and wiggle away while laughing. Giopara just follows, wrapping his arms tight around Jayce's middle and pulling him in close, grinning , "you're such a brat."
Jayce snorts, his own arms sliding over Giopara's shoulders, one hand twisting up to tangle in damp locks. "Maybe, but I'm yours."
His. Giopara mulls the words over like always - Jayce wears his heart on his sleeve, happy to be the center of love and outpour it just as quickly. It's hard to say things like this back, even if Giopara might feel them - walls were there for a reason. He just butts his head against Jayce's chin in an affectionate gesture, the best he can do, and he knows Jayce understands when the arms tighten and pull him in even closer.
Sleep is so easy with a warm body of someone who cares for you and Giopara finds himself in a deep sleep, held like he is the most precious thing on the planet.