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Waking up in Bible's bed comes with plenty of positives.
There's the fact that Bible has a West-facing window so the sun doesn't creep through the curtains quite as aggressively as it does in Biu's home. There's Grey, who despite reportedly hating everyone that isn't Bible, always finds his way to sleep curled between the warmth of their bodies and purring against Biu's chest. There's the solid thump of a heartbeat beneath his ear when he first comes to, coaxing him to wakefulness gently.
Mostly, the best part though is watching Bible wake up. They have no schedules today for a change, so they don't have to be up as early as Bible usually is. A relief, because as Bible re-joins the waking world and Biu feels the strong arms wrapped around his body give a firm squeeze, he has a good idea of how they can kill some time before they have to get ready.
"Mmm." Bible releases him in favor of stretching his arms above his head, and Biu quickly scoots across the mattress so the last few millimeters of space between them are eradicated. He drops his chin onto Bible's chest and watches him rub the sleep from his eyes. "Morning."
"Good morning," Biu sing-songs, flattening his palm over Bible's naked sternum. "Sleep well?"
Bible's response is a half-hearted hum. A wicked smirk is already twisting on his features as if he can sense what Biu is angling for. It wouldn't be the first time that Bible has managed to be several steps ahead of Biu and his needs; they're on a wavelength all of their own, especially like this, with nothing else to steal their attention from each other.
Biu's fingers trace delicate touches across the defined expanse of Bible's abs, trailing lower and lower, palm flattening just in time to dip his fingertips beneath the waistband of Bible's sleep pants. He's just about to scratch his nails through the coarse hair at the base of Bible's thickening cock when a hand at his wrist stops him.
"Baby, we haven't got time."
Biu frowns, the rejection cutting through him. It’s early, of course they have time. His lips purse into a pout and he wiggles his wrist in Bible’s grip, testing his resolve. It wasn’t a no , and Biu sometimes knows Bible protests out of responsibility and not by desire.
“Daddy,” Biu whines, voice turning breathless in the way that he knows drives Bible crazy. He stretches his fingers and manages to get just the tips into the coarse hair before Bible tightens his hold on Biu’s wrist.
“Baby,” Bible says again, this time with more reluctant determination. “We’ll have time later, but I have to go meet Jonathan, and—”
“Right,” Biu snaps his jaw shut, trying to roll away. It’s his own fault, he forgot today was Sunday, when Bible prefers to go to the boxing ring with his brother. It’s the first day they’ve had in a few weeks to relax, though, and Biu was planning on taking advantage of it.
“Biu,” Bible says, but Biu is already trying to tug his wrist out of Bible’s grip.
“We don’t have time,” Biu says, just a little bratty, just a little petty. He doesn’t like being rebuffed, even for perfectly valid reasons.
"Don't be--" Whatever warning Bible is about to give him is silenced with a deep sigh. He sounds far more exhausted than someone who just woke up has any right to be.
The bed shifts with their moving bodies. Biu is moving towards the edge of the bed, determined to make a point by removing himself from Bible's space since they don't have time . But Bible is behind him, small but strong hands grasping at whatever body part he can reach and keeping him in place.
"I'm sorry," And despite how genuinely remorseful Bible sounds, Biu can't help thinking that he isn't sorry enough. "But I promise, later, I'll take such good care of you, sweetheart, okay? I'll give you what you need."
The placation comes with quick, soothing pecks littered across Biu’s shoulders. Biu worries his lower lip between his teeth, drawing out his silence, part of him holding out hope that Bible will cave and choose to do his workout here, with him, vigorously.
Instead, he turns a saccharine smile on Bible. "Promise?"
And there's always the risk that a promise will fall through. Things come up. Exhaustion sets in. The mood isn't always right. But Biu also knows there are ways to make sure Daddy doesn't forget what his Baby needs. He can make Bible fulfill this vow.
“Promise,” Bible says, and Biu hears it in his voice. “Baby you know how much I want you. How much I always want you.” His hands find Biu’s hips and pull him backwards, tugging the curve of his ass into the heat and hardness of Bibles crotch.
Biu whines, small and needy, grinding himself back in one desperate last-ditch effort to get Bible to say fuck-all to his plans and say fuck-all to Biu. His ass specifically.
“I’ll be sweaty when I come home,” Bible murmurs in Biu’s ear, capturing the lobe between his teeth and tugging. “And you’ll have me all to yourself.”
Biu’s cock twitches at that, at the very relevant image of Bible, hair pulled back in a half ponytail, joggers low on his hips displaying his prominent muscles, glistening in a sheen of sweat that taunts Biu to lick. Bible knows what that does to Biu, how it drives him wild.
He makes a humming sound of ascent because he doesn’t want to cave that easily, but Bible, knowing him well enough, reaches around and pinches one of Biu’s nipples.
“Behave,” he warns, low and dark in Biu’s ear. “You know how I feel about bratting, I don’t want to punish you.”
Biu squirms in Bible's hold, arching his chest forward into the fingers still circling his nipple, hips curving back into Bible with enough pressure that the other man curses beneath his breath and rocks himself forward. The shape of his cock fits perfectly into the cleft of Biu's ass.
He can taste Bible's crumbling resolve. He could probably still turn this in his favor, if he wanted. But in the back of his mind Biu knows that Bible would be less fun-mad and more stinging-disappointed if Biu purposefully manipulated him out of seeing Jonathan when the brothers don't get much time for each other lately, either.
Plus, fun-mad is much more enticing when the promise of time and sweat-slick Bible is involved. When the promise of punishment is involved.
"You should get ready," Biu says, despite the fact his hips haven't stopped gently rocking backward. "Otherwise you might be late."
He turns his head to look over his shoulder at Bible, savoring the way apologetic kisses are still being laid upon him wherever Bible can reach.
"I'll be right here." Biu slips his own hand down his front, not stilling long enough to tease his nipples like he wants, but the message is clear. Bible's gaze following the progress of his hand. Biu pauses with his hand on his own stomach, fingers flexing. "I'll be waiting."
Bible steps back and Biu has a moment to fake pout before Bible brings his hand down on Biu’s ass. Biu yelps, not anticipating the reprimand— even though he should have known it was coming.
“Don’t touch yourself. I’ll know if you did, and you don’t want to disobey or disappoint Daddy, do you?”
Biu shakes his head, already feeling the tug of submission in his chest, the call to be babygirl for Bible. The urge to go soft and pliant, needy for his Daddy and his attention.
“Answer me.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes I understand.” Biu turns in Bible’s arms and wraps his own arms around his waist, stepping in until they are chest to chest. “I’ll be a good boy for you and wait until you get back.”
Fingers grip Biu's chin and his face is tilted so that Bible can capture his lips in a soft kiss. "Good boy," Bible whispers against his lips. "Perfect for Daddy."
Biu whimpers into Bible's mouth, remaining lax and subdued for his Daddy to lick into his mouth. When Bible separates them, Biu whimpers again. Bible trails a thumb over his cheek as he smiles sympathetically at him.
"I'm going to get dressed and get my stuff together," Bible says. "Do you want to stay in bed, baby, or do you want to get dressed too?"
It takes a second for the options to filter through the warm haze that Bible has steeped him in with his touch and soft words, but when they register Biu casts a glance over at the dresser that in principle is Bible's but now contains a heap of Biu's clothes too.
An idea is forming in the back of his mind, sinful and still a little petty, but with the promise of delicious results later.
"Get dressed too," Biu says, pouting his lips and leaning into Bible's space until the other man takes the hint and gives him another kiss.
“Good boy.” Bible runs his hand down Biu’s chest to trail his fingers tauntingly over his hard cock and tuts. “Sweet baby boy is so needy for his daddy, but you’ll be on your best behavior when I’m gone, won’t you?”
Biu nods, enthusiastic, because he will be good while Bible is gone . He won’t promise anything when Bible gets back .
“Good boy,” Bible praises again and Biu feels the molten warmth spread through his chest and down to his cock. Bible steals another kiss and then turns around to the dresser, rifling through and throwing on a tank top and joggers. He gives Biu one last appreciative look and then he’s gone out the door, leaving Biu alone.
Biu bites his bottom lip and hesitates, and thinks of the small package in the back of Bible’s closet that he’s sure Bible doesn’t know exists. Things he ordered in a fit of tipsy daring confidence, when the baby girl was lingering in his skin and down to his cock. He is grateful how open Bible is, how loving and accepting he is of Biu as he tentatively prods some of these desires, letting Biu explore and figure out areas of himself he’s been too shy to do before.
Without the confidence that had motivated him to make the purchases in the first place, Biu seeks out the package and pulls it free.
It feels surprisingly light in his hands for the weight that it represents. Not a new thing for them, but it's making a leap from words to actions that until now has felt out of his reach.
Biu estimates he has two hours to decide if this is a good decision. He intends to make the most of his time.
The package sits on the bathroom counter as Biu showers, cleaning himself thoroughly and doesn't let his touch linger anywhere for too long. Soaping his chest and his cock with only the most perfunctory of touches. When he emerges, he slings a towel about his waist, the package stares at him as he moisturizes his face.
The package continues to weigh on him as Biu potters around Bible’s apartment comfortably, perfectly at home here. Biu makes sure to feed Grey, to give the cat his morning scratches. He makes himself a coffee and scrolls through twitter with his leg bouncing anxiously, and when he returns to the bathroom to brush his teeth, the package is practically glaring at him. Demanding he make a decision already.
It's only when he has about forty minutes before Bible is likely to come home that Biu makes the choice and begins tearing the package open.
The little plaid strip of fabric is soft to the touch and cut exactly as the site had promised. Biu holds up against himself in front of the mirror, turning side to side as he hesitates at the final hurdle.
In the end, imagining the look on Bible's face is what convinces him. The thought that Biu has been a good boy yet such a bad girl while Bible has been gone drives him forwards.
Biu takes the leap, and he knows Bible will be there to catch him.
He pulls out the rest of the items; pale blue satin panties with a bow at the top, with a matching lace bralette that has crisscrossing straps up his back. The final thing in the package is a sheer black crop top, one that is flimsy enough to touch him through.
He pulls the panties on first, gasping as the silken material drags against his sensitive erection. He is already leaking at the tip and he flushes as he watches the precome dampen the thin material, a wet spot clinging to the head of his cock.
The bralette next; followed by the crop top, hugging his slender waist just right. He ponders for a moment before pulling out his phone and making his way to the bathroom mirror.
He poses for a bit, having the skirt hang low on his hips, and snaps a photo before cropping it and sending it to Bible. It’s just enough of a tease for him to see the crop top, and the hint of what’s underneath.
Image sent, Biu strolls back through to the bedroom to make himself comfortable in the center of their bed. Relaxed and patient for now, but the front door will give him enough warning to... position himself just right for the full effect when Bible gets home.
On the screen of his phone the message flicks from delivered to read. Biu catches his tongue between his canines, face split in a wide smile as he watches Bible begin typing, and then stop, and then repeats that indecisive cycle at least three times before he finally replies with 'That doesn't look like behaving yourself.'
Rather than reply with words, Biu flips his camera so there is a clear view of his legs stretched out before him on the bedspread. One knee slightly bent, the hem of the black skirt sitting delicately over his pale thighs.
This time he sends the message and then tucks his phone away, far away, no intention of replying again soon. If Bible is on his phone then he's finished with Jonathan, and now it's a waiting game.
Biu hears his phone buzz and he ignores it, waiting. It doesn’t take long until Biu hears the front door open and slam shut, a heavy thump indicating Bible’s dropped duffle bag.
Biu spreads his legs until the curve of his cock is visible — panties nearly soaked through — and puts on his best wide-eyed pout. Bible's face is hard to read but his eyes are hungry as he drinks in the sight of Biu on the bed.
“Daddy,” Biu pouts, “I’ve been waiting.”
Bible takes three steps forward and then his hand wraps around Biu’s ankle and pulls, yanking him across the bed until he slides to the edge. Bible looks down at Biu for a few drawn-out moments and he can tell Bible is wavering, contemplating sticking to the clear game the two of them are playing or ditching it to worship Biu.
Biu really hopes it’s the first option. He doesn’t think he has enough confidence to deal with Bible’s full attention on this outfit normally, not when he’s Bible and not Daddy.
“Do you think by acting out you’re going to be rewarded? Did you think sending me those photos like a little slut was behaving?”
“You said not to touch myself,” Biu taunts, feeling brave. “I didn’t.”
"Following one rule while ignoring others doesn't equate good behavior, baby." Bible growls, the sound coming from deep in his chest and making Biu shudder.
He opens his mouth to argue that while other rules exist in the periphery of this game, the only one Bible had specified was the no touching. Because what fun is it to roll over and show remorse right when things are getting interesting? The anxious coil in Biu's stomach that started the moment Bible rejected him this morning is finally beginning to uncoil.
He has Daddy's attention now, he plans to keep it no matter what he has to do.
But Bible must see it coming, Biu's retort, poised in his tongue, because he is gripping Biu by his wrist, hard enough to border on painful, and yanks him to his feet.
Together they stumble from the safe haven of the bedroom and into Bible's living room.
The space is more open plan out here. Lit by natural daylight and decorated in fresh neutral colors. It feels... Exposing. Biu almost wants to pull his hand free and cover himself up, like this can only exist in the darker, more private space of a bedroom.
Like always, Bible is several steps ahead. He tightens his grip and smirks, the twist of his mouth amused and just a little cruel.
"Don't tell me you're getting shy now babygirl." Bible drops heavily into the sofa, pulling Biu closer by his wrist. "You seemed happy to show off moments ago."
Biu is definitely feeling shy, definitely feeling the curl of desire to sink in and hide himself. But the thing is, he also needs Bible’s full attention on him and he feels floaty, drunk off of it.
Bible slides his hand up Biu’s bare smooth leg, lingering at the top of his thigh. He makes an approving noise and traces the edge of the underwear with his finger.
“You decided to be a little slut today,” Bible murmurs, and when his eyes flick back up to meet Biu’s, the intensity nearly knocks him over. He swallows but suddenly feels locked in place, rooted down and waiting for Bible’s next reaction.
“Dressing like this for Daddy’s attention? Such a greedy little brat, after I promised you I’d take care of you when I got home.”
Biu whines and reaches down to grab Bible’s hand but he smacks him away.
“No. You don’t get to touch.” Bible tightens his grip on Biu’s hip and sighs, mock weary and disappointed. “In fact; I think you need to be punished for such behavior.”
Before Biu can register or predict Bible’s next move, he spins Biu around and flips the hem of the skirt up to expose Biu’s ass. Bible slides a finger down the damp middle and tuts.
“Stretched and lubed up? Did you think you were going to get Daddy’s cock?”
Biu is stuck — he can’t nod or shake his head because either way Bible is going to scold him. Bible’s hand squeezes the curve of Biu’s ass and then pulls back. Biu has half a whine falling from his lips before he squeals, the palm of Bible’s hand connecting with a firm smack over the center of his cheek.
A second smack comes on the opposite side almost immediately after, Biu's knees are going weak where he stands, and it's only through his determination to avoid disappointing Bible that he remains standing. He wants to be worth anything his Daddy gives him, even if it's punishment.
"Do you think you deserve Daddy's cock?"
Biu takes too long to answer, trapped in the same dilemma of there being no right answer. Bible's palm connects a little lower this time, closer to the top of his thigh and Biu whimpers pathetically, rocking on his toes as if he can escape the pain and humiliation of it.
"I want to hear you, sweetheart." Bible is cupping and kneading Biu's ass, spreading him apart and gripping hard enough to leave bruises. No doubt enjoying the way the fabric of the panties moves against his skin. "Do you think you deserve my cock?"
"No." The answer is torn from Biu's chest in a gasp.
"Why not?"
"Because I misbehaved." By his sides he flexes his fingers, his hands are shaking.
Biu startles at the press of lips against the back of his thigh. Bible speaking against his skin. "So what do you deserve?"
Fingers are slipping beneath the panties and Biu can't think, can't breathe, around the force of want curling in his gut.
"To be punished, Daddy." It comes out like a plea, and Biu can feel Bible's smirk shark against the curve of his ass, tongue flicking out to wet the satin crudely.
"That's right, baby. Now be a good girl and stay still."
Biu does his best to stay still but fails when Bible’s teeth scrape along the cleft of his cheek, brushing over the stinging skin as he steals a bite. “Yes Daddy,” he whimpers, trying and failing to obey. It’s okay though, because Bible is not a cruel daddy, he doesn’t like to drag out the punishment.
“You’ve been acting up since this morning,” Bible scolds, trailing nipping bite marks across his sensitive skin. “Lashing out because you felt rejected.”
“No,” Biu lies, and the response is immediate; Bible brings his hand back down over the other side of Biu’s ass, enough that the shock of it brings tears to his eyes.
“Don’t lie to me. You were hurt because I rejected you, and took it upon yourself to be a slut to get my attention.”
Biu wishes he could see Bible, wishes he could see his face, but also is grateful for the semblance of privacy as his cheeks flush in humiliation. The anxiety curls through his chest and it burns, the sting of being unwanted almost too much to bear.
“You always have my attention baby girl,” Bible says softly, and it is a cool balm directly to the inflamed wound in Biu’s chest. “But instead you chose to misbehave and now I have to teach you a lesson.”
Biu's expecting more blows to his reddening cheeks. He's not expecting the material of his panties to be yanked aside by Bible's fingers, thumbs digging into the meat of his ass cheeks and spreading him apart.
Biu is trembling from head to toe, exposed in several ways all at once by Bible's clever hands and cleverer mouth. Dragging him into the open physically and emotionally, and forcing him to stew in it. The only saving grace is that he doesn't have to look into Bible's face while this happens.
There's the warm, wet, sensation of Bible's tongue, lapping at his entrance. It's quick, and he doesn't linger, like he's testing the waters. Biu gasps anyway, pressing his hips back, chasing Bible's mouth and the pleasure it promises.
While Bible had been tolerant of his squirms and little fidgeting movements, he grunts his displeasure at Biu actively chasing pleasure.
It earns him another spank, a little harder than before.
"Baby. Still." Bible reprimands. "If you think you're going to need help, tell me now."
Biu shakes his head vigorously, the need to please gathering in his stomach like a lead weight. He fists his hands in the fabric of his skirt and shuffles his weight on his feet. Bible waits, patient, rubbing his thumbs into Biu's skin until he settles.
"Good." He praises when Biu feels less likely to vibrate out of his skin. "You're going to let me give you the attention you're clearly desperate for, and you're going to take exactly what I give you. No more, no less."
Biu feels the words all the way down to his core, to the very hidden parts of himself that need to please Bible. He doesn’t often get time like this with him, stretching out between the two of them, and he’s shivering with molten desire at the prospect.
Bible smiles against Biu’s skin and licks back up into him, leisurely taking his time, digging his fingers into the meat of Biu’s thighs in encouragement to his whimpers and whines.
Bible eats Biu out like he does everything else: with unrelenting determination and attention. Biu feels a flush of a distant memory, before they were them and when they were Vegas and Pete. How nervous Biu had been in that moment, standing bare in front of the cameras, waiting for Bibles hands on him.
He remembers take after take, cock hard under the tape holding him down, hazy from the drop of lust and desire for his co-star. He remembers the shock when Bible dropped to his knees, hands on his ass spreading him apart, how Bible kissed right down his crack into the most vulnerable part of him.
No one had ever done this before Bible and no one ever will; this is theirs alone. Vegas loves to eat ass because Bible loves to eat ass and he takes his time until Biu is steadily dripping through his panties.
“Good girl,” Bible praises and Biu preens with it, clenching his fingers in the skirt. Then Bible slides a finger up inside of Biu, searching until he presses into his prostate, Biu seeing stars.
“You’re going to take daddy’s cock like an obedient babygirl, but you don’t get to have your reward of being fucked. You’re going to sit here in my lap and let me touch you, and if you come I’ll make it that much worse.”
The sound that falls out of Biu's mouth is raw and distressed. Bible crooks his finger and rubs insistently over Biu's sweet spot again
"I know," Bible says, mock sympathetic to Biu's plight. "But you brought this on yourself."
And Biu can't argue that because he did. He'd been craving Bible in any way he could get him. His punishment or his worship, it all blurred together when Biu is made anxious and vulnerable by perceived rejection.
He'd brought this on himself and he can't even bring himself to regret it. As long as the end result was all of Bible's focus on him, weighty, wrapping around Biu and squeezing until he can't breathe, then Biu will never regret it.
A second finger joins the first, twisting and scissoring him open with avid attention. Bible pressing close to lick around Biu's rim where fingers catch and tug, carving space for his Daddy's cock to fit inside.
It builds and builds in his stomach, each time Bible's fingers fuck inside more dizzying than the last, until Biu doesn't trust his own legs anymore.
"Daddy please, I need--I can't--" Words fail him, throat raw from gasps and moans being wrung from him relentlessly.
And Bible continues to finger him, voice level and calm in a way that might piss Biu off if he were able to spare more thought to it. "What do you need, baby?"
"Let me sit on your cock, Daddy." It comes out like a sob. Biu feels his cheeks flush pink. "Standing is--I wanna be good, but it's too much, I can't--"
"Shhh." Pulling his fingers free, Bible plants a kiss, then another to Biu's lower back, above the waistband of the skirt but below his crop top. "Thank you for telling me, baby girl, you're so good."
“Thank you Daddy,” Biu whimpers, desperation clawing at him in every way. He needs his Daddy right now, needs to be full of him, needs to have a purpose in keeping his Daddy happy.
Bible pulls him back and he merely shoves the underwear to the side until the thick head of his cock is pressing against Biu’s spit-slicked rim, stretched from tongue and fingers alike.
“Daddy,” Biu whimpers again, “please, please— I need your cock, need to feel you inside of me.”
“I know baby,” Bible says, and then with one sharp movement, he pulls Biu down in his lap, thrusting inside of him but allowing gravity to do the rest.
Biu bites his cheek hard enough he’s worried his mouth will be full of blood; Bible smacks his thigh hard enough for Biu to cry out.
“Don’t get quiet on me now babygirl, I want to hear every little sound.” Bible's breath is warm on his neck and his hands are possessive as they run along his skin, the thick girth of his cock spreading him open and open and open.
Biu wants to move his hips, wants to grind down, wants to take more and more but his Daddy told him not to and his Daddy knows best. His Daddy decides what Biu needs.
“Should keep you like this all night,” Bible murmurs, “dolled up like a slut. Look at you, sitting on your Daddy’s cock with your underwear still on. Letting your hole be used by your Daddy. Should dress you like this all the time, hmm? Be my pretty little babygirl, waiting for Daddy, waiting for Daddy to fuck her, hmm?”
Biu cries out and nods, every inch of him throbbing and throbbing. “Yes Daddy. Only good for your cock. Just for you.”
“Good girl,” Bible says, hand slipping under Biu’s crop top. His fingers flick a nipple before pinching it between the fabric. “Just a hole for your Daddy.”
"Yes." Biu exhales sharply, Bible's fingers plucking and rolling at his nipples, the fabric of Biu’s bralette doing nothing to mute the sensation.
Bible contents himself like this for a long stretch of time that Biu can't quantify. Biu’s head is fuzzy and filled only with thoughts of being good for Daddy. Keeping Daddy's cock warm. Making Daddy feel good.
He is lax and calm where he sits, one of Bible's hands still playing with his chest. Pinching his nipples harshly and then soothing them with the palm of his hands, gently stroking over his chest and sending sparks of sensation to his cock. Bible's other hand doesn't settle to one place, one moment trailing ticklish, feather-light touches on the inside of Bius spread thighs and the next splaying over his stomach and pressing just enough that Biu thinks Bible might be trying to feel the shape of his own cock sitting inside him.
Biu makes sure his Daddy knows how good he is feeling, gasps and moans falling from him freely. Occasionally he will turn his face and whimper 'Daddy, Daddy, Daddy' over and over again, seeking something Bible isn't going to give him just yet.
He squirms once, when Bible's tongue laps eagerly at the side of his neck and is followed with teeth, jaw working into the flesh, the perfect balance of pleasure-pain and Biu can't help the way his hips jerk in response.
He gets three sharp slaps as punishment. On his thighs and ass, Bible lets slip a curse as Biu clenches down around the cock inside him with each blow.
It's the best and worst thing Biu has ever experienced. Trapped still, unable to do anything but accept the attention Bible is draping over him like weighted blankets and letting himself be grounded by it. Reality becomes fuzzy at the edges. The dark sensation of this morning's rejection is dissipating with each passing second, snuffed out and replaced by pleasure and praise and being good.
"So perfect for me baby," Bible murmurs into his temple.
“Just for you,” Biu says, the truth of it so overwhelming he can barely breathe through it.
“I know my sweet girl.” Bible’s hand slides across Biu’s waist and pinches, pulling another whimper from Biu. “And I think you’ve been so good for me.” Bible’s hand moves lower and lower until finally he touches Biu where he’s been aching the most.
“Daddy,” Biu pleads again and Bible rewards him with gripping his cock.
“You want to come?” Bible asks, squeezing him hard enough that Biu wants to cry with it. Biu nods, holding himself so still, trying to be good. “Then come for me baby.”
Biu is so far under he doesn’t even have a chance to disobey, his body snapping with much-needed release as he spills himself in the satin of his panties. Bible strokes him through it, murmuring praise until Biu stops shaking.
He goes to move but Bible pinches his side. Hard. “Did I say you could move?”
Biu shakes his head, suddenly worried he disappointed Daddy.
“A good baby girl knows how to please her Daddy, how to make her daddy feel good.”
Biu takes a moment to turn the words over in his head, weighing up his options, what his Daddy wants-- needs --from him.
"Daddy please let me make you feel good," Biu begs, the urge to sob burning in the back of his throat.
Bible hums, his restless hands getting back to work driving Biu wild as he contemplates his answer. He cups Biu's softening cock and rubs the sticky material into it, making Biu's whole body shudder and tremble. "How are you going to do that, pretty girl? How are you going to make Daddy feel good?"
"Want to ride you," Biu says desperately, holding himself painfully still as he begs. "Want to show you I'm good. Wanna make you come."
Bible squeezes Biu's crotch again before trailing his fingers up, over the expanse of Biu's fluttering stomach, up over his chest, flicking and pinching Biu's aching nipples as he goes, right up until he can cup carefully at Biu's neck. Not gripping, but holding him carefully.
For so long he says nothing else, just holds Biu so perfectly still that frustration begins to build. The urge to bite something settles in Biu's gums like static. His eyes sting.
And then finally, finally, Bible gives his permission with a nod. "Go ahead then, sweetheart, show me what you're good for."
Biu inhales and clenches down, feeling the heat of Bible inside of him. He wants to be so good for his Daddy, so obedient, so well-behaved. His Daddy was generous and let Biu have an orgasm even after being naughty, so he needs to make sure his Daddy is taken care of.
He shifts his hips down slightly, rolling them just a bit and biting back a pleased smile when Bible inhales sharply, fingers digging into Biu’s sides.
“That’s it baby girl,” Bible encourages, pausing to suck another hickey in the lower part of his neck. In a place that will easily be covered by a shirt, but enough that Biu knows it’s there.
It’s hard to gain momentum after being stationary for so long, hard to go from enforced stillness to dynamic motion. But Biu needs to be good for his Daddy so he does his best. He grinds his hips down again and closes his eyes, the pressure of Bible pressing into his prostate making him see stars.
It’s not enough. He needs… he needs more. He needs to put his hands on his Daddy for comfort. For stability. But Biu was told to stay still and to not touch.
He wines without realizing it, breathless and pathetic, rocking himself down on Bible.
“I need—” Biu cries, hands twisting in his skirt.
“What do you need sweetheart? Tell Daddy and you can have it.”
“Daddy can I touch you?”
“Of course sweetheart.” Bible, somehow knowing exactly what Biu needs, slides one hand down to lace their fingers together and guides the other over to the firm expanse of his muscular thigh. “Go on baby girl. Make Daddy feel good.”
Able to brace himself, Biu grips hard at Bible’s thigh and grinds against him with a little more force, reveling in the harsh breath that rushes out of Bible’s chest
“Fuck, baby.” Bible squeezes their linked fingers, and Biu responds with a sound not too dissimilar to a sob as he returns the rough grip.
His existence narrows down to the skin he can feel beneath his palms, the soft fabric of the clothes Bible hasn’t bothered to shed, the smell of their sweat and come. The sound of his Daddy’s pleased little murmurs. There’s nothing else but Daddy and Daddy’s cock, and making him feel good.
Making Daddy come.
Biu circles his hips, small desperate undulations that grind the tip of Bible’s cock right against his prostate, and then he reverts back to longer, harder drags, doing his best to bounce himself with what little leverage he has.
Bible continues to pet him with his free hand, pinching and tweaking his nipples while Biu whines and pleads. Bible pinches his sides and the inside of his thighs, soothing the hurt skin with his thumb afterwards.
“ Daddy… ” Biu begs, unsure exactly what he’s begging for.
His thighs are aching, his core burns, there’s sweat beading at his temple, the fabric of his bralette clinging tightly to his skin. He feels disgusting and beautiful all at once.
He’s made beautiful by Bible’s hands and his mouth and it’s so much.
Before he can beg again, plead without the proper words to explain what he needs, Bible slips two fingers past his lips, pressing down on his tongue and keeping his jaw open enough that saliva gathers and drips down his chin. The only thing coming out of his mouth now is breathy whines
Biu sucks on the fingers with vigor, taking the offering as the gift it is. He wishes he could have his mouth around his Daddy’s cock but his Daddy only has one cock, as wonderful as it is. Sometimes Biu wants nothing more than to be full in all of his holes but he only wants his Daddy touching him.
He whines through it, not caring that the saliva is now coating his face and neck. He tries to increase his pace but his legs shake and he feels weak, like he is failing.
“Here,” Bible says, and then suddenly they are being flipped around and Biu is being shoved face first into the couch, Bible still deep inside of him. “My baby girl is so pretty like this, in her ruined panties covered in come, in this slutty little skirt—” Bible keeps one hand placed in the center of Biu’s lower back and trails the other up the back of his thigh, reaching under to squeeze his balls.
“I should take a picture of you like this, spread open on my cock,” Bible groans. He starts pulling out slowly only to snap his hips forward, driving him deep into Biu enough to pull a sob from him. Suddenly it’s all too much, the position hitting every last nerve. And then Bible’s hand comes down on his ass again, jolting him forward. “Should show you how slutty you look, still in your outfit, taking my cock like a good girl.”
Tears are gathering at the corners of his Bius eyes, his mouth hung open dumbly, drool gathering on the fabric of the sofa cushion he has pressed his face into.
"Would you like that, baby?" Bible presses close, grinding his hips deep and dirty before he pulls back to resume his harsh thrusts. "Want everyone to see you being my good girl?"
Wherever answer Biu tries to give comes out garbled. Fists clench and scramble for purchase, his toes curl. Every nerve ending in his body is lit up and burning and he loves it.
"Fuck, look at you."
Hands caress his hips and his waist, sliding under the sheer crop top and plucking at the straps of the bralette across his back. Bible's hips begin to stutter and Biu's throat is raw from how he cries for it.
"Inside, please--" It takes everything Biu has to force his body into movement like the thread connecting his will and his physical being has snapped. But he starts fucking himself back onto Bible's cock with little coordination but plenty of enthusiasm. "Want your come, Daddy, please, please, please. "
Bible thankfully is generous enough to indulge him, the punishment only so far enough as to wind both of them up — or drop Biu under into being baby girl for Bible.
“Going to fill you up with Daddy’s come,” Bible grunts, wrapping one arm around Biu’s waist as he leans forward, pressing his back to Biu’s chest. “Until you’re dripping with it. So filthy for Daddy, isn’t that right? Going to make you wear these panties all night until I take them off with my teeth, until I lick you clean because I’m a good Daddy.”
“Yes,” Biu sobs, clawing at the sofa, “yes Daddy, please ! Want it, want it so bad.”
Bible doesn’t need any more encouragement, tightening his hold on Biu he drives all the way in and stops, sinking his teeth down into the soft skin of Biu’s jaw. Biu feels his release, cock hard and pulsing as he empties himself, filling Biu up with his come just like he deserves.
This is his favorite part, feeling the pulse and throb of Bible deep inside, clenching down around him working him through. It seems to go on forever, Bible licking the sweat off his neck as he breathes heavily, murmuring nonsense praise at how perfect Biu is.
Biu whimpers pathetically when Bible starts to pull himself away. If he had the strength he'd reach back and hold him still, ask him to stay for a little longer, until his cock was soft and slipped out of him on its own.
But his Daddy has thoroughly wrecked him, and even turning his face to peer back at Bible feels like it takes herculean effort.
"Perfect girl," Bible coos. "Just stay there for me a second."
When Daddy's cock slips free, Biu feels his cheeks pulled apart. He's spread open for Bible to look at, the slick mess of spit and cum leaking from his hole. He gives another weak cry, fresh tears on his heated cheeks, flushed from his humiliation.
"So pretty when you're a mess for me." Bible kisses the base of Biu's spine, an act filled with devotion and care.
And then he tugs at Biu's panties until they're back in place over his ass, slips his fingers down the crack of Biu's ass, and rubs the satin into the mess he left behind.
Biu squirms, the satin sliding against him where he’s already the most sensitive. He feels empty now, without Daddy’s cock, and mewls again.
“Shh, babygirl, come here.” Bible slides between Biu’s legs and helps him up, rotating him around to plop in Bible's lap, face forward with knees on either side of Bible’s hips. Bible's hands reach up to brush away the tears on Biu’s cheeks, pulling him in for a slow and gentle kiss.
Biu kisses back, taking everything from Bible that he’s willing to give. More and more and more, placing his hands on Bible’s abdomen.
“I love you,” Bible says when he pulls back, pressing a kiss to the top of Biu’s nose. “My precious babygirl, just for me.”
Biu shivers, a flush spreading across his cheeks as he squirms, suddenly feeling shy.
“I’m going to buy you so many panties and we are going to ruin every single pair,” Bible says, in his Daddy voice. “Isn’t that right babygirl?”
The tension Biu wasn’t even aware of breaks and he nods, leaning forward to bury his face in Bible's neck. “Yes. Please.”