This little morning after wasn't originally planned, but the muses had other ideas...enjoy!
Dean tucked himself closer into Shane's side, lingering in the valley between sleep and waking, until the urging of his bladder became too insistent to ignore. Reluctantly he peeled himself away from the still slumbering man and slipped from the bed. Keen to get back into his lover's arms, he wasted no time in relieving himself, eyes wandering around the room as he stood in front of the toilet. A fond smile crept over his face as his gaze fell upon his new ducky, the memories of last night settling over him like one of Shane's warm daddy hugs.
Deciding to wake his Daddy with kisses, Dean hurriedly brushed his teeth, an idea starting to form in his mind as he spied the bottle of complimentary mouthwash on the vanity. Excitement and arousal percolating through his being, he scurried back to the bed, watching the gentle rise and fall of Shane's toned chest, bare as it always was, bare to give his boy the comfort of the touch of his skin.
Dean swished the minty mouthful of mouthwash he had been holding on his tongue around for a final time, before ducking his head to latch his lips around his Daddy's left nipple. He teased at the little nub of flesh with almost dainty sucks and nibbles, cool breath blowing over damp skin as he moved to repeat it all on the right. His knee slid upwards, hooking over Shane's, hips moving subtly as he began to grind his stiffening cock against the older man's thigh.
A stirring beneath Dean had him flinging an arm across his Daddy's torso, gripping tightly so as to keep his place. The stirring became a groggy rumble as Shane gave in to his baby boy's determined attempt to wake him. A hand came down to stroke Dean's cheek the other traced lazy tracks between his cotton clad shoulders.
"Mmmm…that's a nice way to wake up. Good morning, baby boy."
"Morning, Daddy. Did you sleep well?"
"With you in my arms…of course."
Feeling Dean's hardness pressing against him, Shane flexed his thigh.
"Someone's ready for some special morning cuddles…well, come on…got any kisses for me too?"
Without hesitation, Dean quickly crawled up the bed, straddling his Daddy's chest, arms wrapping around his neck as he enthusiastically delivered the requested kiss. His lips parted readily at the brush of Shane's tongue, seeking access to the hot cavern of his mouth.
Shane's hands danced across the planes of Dean's back, dipping below the waistband of his pyjama pants, gliding over his peachy asscheeks. A soft moan fell from Dean's lips, breaking the kiss as his Daddy traced a single finger over the furled muscle of his hole.
"Please, Daddy…"
"Is my little prince hungry for Daddy's dick?"
"Yes, Daddy. I need it. Please!"
Dean grumbled as his Daddy withdrew his hands from his pants. Placating his boy with kisses, Shane peeled off his shirt before flipping them both over so Dean was on his back. With gentle hands he tugged Dean's pyjama pants off, kissing the head of Dean's stiff, leaking cock as it sprung free. Stepping off the bed to fetch the lube from his bag, he took advantage of the moment to free himself of his own sleep pants.
Turning back to the bed, lube in one hand, hard length in the other he took in the wonderful sight of his precious boy stretched out, waiting for him. As he approached his young lover once more, Dean placed a hand on each of his bent knees, drawing his legs wide, holding himself spread open.
Shane nestled into the space Dean had made for him, wasting no time in snapping open the bottle of lube and slicking up his fingers. He pressed a single fingertip to his baby boy's puckered entrance, watching intently as the rosy ring accepted the intrusion, drawing it into the heat of Dean's body.
"So tight, baby boy. Can't wait to feel you around my cock."
Dean's only response was a moan as Shane twisted his finger in just the right way, grazing his sweet spot.
"That's it, sweetheart, let Daddy hear you. You know I love to hear you."
Mindful that it had been more than a few days since they had last made love, Shane took extra care to prep Dean well, stretching him open tortuously slowly despite his boy's pleas for more, relenting only when he had worked up to three fingers.
Slipping his hand free he leaned down, muffling Dean's disappointed whine with a kiss. Stretching out beside his lover, Shane guided his loose limbed and pliant body onto his side, spooning himself against his back.
Pressing kisses to neck and shoulders, his Daddy guided the head of his cock to boy's hole and eased slowly forward, hand travelling round to slip under Dean's thigh, hooking his leg into the air. With Shane's other arm wrapped around his body from underneath, Dean felt completely and wonderfully surrounded by his Daddy's embrace.
"I've missed this, baby boy...I've missed feeling you...how did I get so lucky?"
He rocked languidly into Dean, peppering every inch of skin he could reach with ever more tiny kisses, mindful of the need not to mark his skin. A symphony of moans and pleasured groans escaped the younger man's lips as his Daddy's cockhead brushed his prostate with every lazy stroke.
"Does that feel good, my love? Does it feel good to have Daddy inside you?"
"Ye..yes, Daddy!"
The hitch in Dean's breath told Shane that his orgasm was close. Letting go of his grip on Dean's thigh, he reached for Dean's cock, the copious bounty of his precum easing his strokes as he took him in hand, and just as he had done last night, expertly worked him to climax.
"Good boy, let it all go. Daddy has you...Daddy always has you…"
Holding onto Dean through the tremors of his orgasm, Shane's own release struck, his arms clasping his boy even closer to himself as he whitewashed the inner walls of his channel with his cum. His own aftershocks subsiding and his softening cock slipping free, he pulled away from his boy for a moment, stepping into the bathroom to clean himself up and fetch a damp washcloth.
With utmost care, he wiped clean Dean's torso, rolling his sated, boneless little prince onto his belly, nudging his legs apart to give his hole the same careful treatment. Dropping the cloth to the floor, he lay down beside his boy again, warmth spreading through him as Dean instinctively moved to pillow his head on his Daddy's pecs, arms and legs a pleasing weight as they draped over his own.
Pulling the cover across to prevent his baby boy from catching a chill, Shane kissed his unruly curls. Dean snuffled contentedly, his beard tickling his Daddy's chest, his voice low and drowsy.
"Love you, Daddy."
"Love you right back, baby boy."
Basking warmly in the afterglow they drifted off into a satisfied nap, happy and safe in the haven of each other's arms.
