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When Evan Buckley realized he was bisexual, nought-point-two seconds after his lips were kissed by a man whose stubble made his cheeks rouge with blush more than burn, he did not expect himself to be barrelling into rather kinky expeditions at a hundred miles an hour. When Evan Buckley realized he was bisexual, he definitely did not expect himself to reevaluate the mundane under a new lens of sexual desire, longing and need.
For example, he never really gave glasses a second thought. He wasn’t particularly enchanted by them, nor did he have a thing for the accessory. But apparently, with the perfect silver wire frames perched on Tommy Kinard’s nose, glasses were now his new thing.
Buck shucked off his sneakers and duffel bag by the door, grateful to be away from the station for his days off. It was hard to believe that this was the life he built for himself. A year ago, the idea was foreign to him: a male lover for him to come home to, one with a body he just loves to worship and with deep kisses that reenergize him after a long day at work.
“Tommy?” He calls out, on his way to the kitchen to grab a cold glass of water.
“Bedroom, baby.” Tommy replies, with Buck following his voice as soon as he finished. The moment his feet crossed the threshold of the door, it stuttered to a stop at the sight of his boyfriend before him.
He understood once again the allure of a museum goer, enchanted by the work presented before him. He’d seen Tommy before, but Tommy with glasses was art anew. In Tommy, he saw brush strokes of fine precision in the way his cleft was dimmed by shadow and the skin above his eyebrows caught light. In Tommy, he witnessed chiseled muscles over a body so well-loved and taken care of over years of time; skin pulled taut above sinews and veins like marble or ivory. In Tommy, he understood why artists chose to dedicate themselves to some forever muses, to be a lifelong devotee.
“You okay?” Tommy snaps him out of his reverie, lenses angled to the book in his hands that his eyes traced the top of the wire frames when he looked at him.
“God, yes.” Buck replies in a voice so breathy, Tommy instantly knew where the rush of his blood was heading. Buck took off the jacket he was wearing, maintaining eye contact and letting his fingers linger on the buttons of his shirt. “New glasses?”
“Picked them up today.” Tommy inserts his bookmark on the page he was reading and sets the novel on the nightstand. “You like them?”
“God, yes.” Buck answers, crawling onto the bed in nothing but his boxers that were becoming a little tight.
“Heard you the first time, honey.” Tommy chuckles, his hand ruffling through his hair and pausing at his nape. There was honestly nothing sexier than Tommy Kinard knowing how hot he was after denying it for a long while.
“Between your gray hair and the need for glasses, I was starting to think you might be going deaf.” Buck settles himself on Tommy’s lap, before being quickly interrupted by a slap on his ass, then finally having his full weight pressed down on his boyfriend.
“Brat.” Tommy chides, moving his hand from Buck’s ass to his neck, squeezing ever so slightly to make the younger man moan. “You look so good on my lap, baby boy.”
“Thank you, daddy,” whispers Buck, biting his lip and smiling as Tommy’s other hand ran the length of his thigh, a low simmer ready to burst into a flame. “I like your glasses.”
“I gathered that, sweetheart. Thank you for using your words.” Tommy mutters, pulling Buck in by the throat for a kiss. It started off soft, ending in Buck chasing Tommy’s lips eager to have his tongue dive deeper. The younger man began tracing circles around the older’s mouth until their tongues started a push-and-pull of a dance. “Fuck, I missed your mouth.” Tommy breaths out, practically having to hold Buck in place as he moves closer for more.
“Is that all that you’ve missed of me?” Buck says with a huff, pouting—only to be interrupted by Tommy’s thumb in his mouth instantly to pacify him.
“I’ve missed your neck too.” Tommy begins kissing down Buck’s body while the latter moans around the former’s thumb at every feather-light trace of his lover’s lips. “My baby boy’s beautiful tits, too.” Tommy circles his tongue over one nipple, only moving to the other once he feels satisfied with how pebbled it’s become under him. Tommy removes his thumb from Buck’s mouth and gathers him in his hands to lay him on his back. “Daddy missed your cock too.”
“Fuck.” Buck breathes out, a little too turned on to speak. His hand ran over the rim of Tommy’s glasses right as his partner began kissing his body down to his waistband, Tommy’s breath ghosting over his clothed cock. “I missed you too daddy,” He whined.
Something about the sharpness of the edge of his lover’s frames digging into his thigh as he laid his stubbled cheek there just felt so domestic to Buck. He would have thought he’d interrupted Tommy’s quiet time, but instead here was Tommy in focus, glasses and all, worshipping his body. He longed to touch Tommy, if his hands weren’t being pinned down. Those goddamn glasses askew, failing to mask the deviousness behind Tommy’s faux innocent eyes looking up at him.
“Be a good boy for me and keep your hands above you.” Tommy commands, taking off Buck’s underwear to reveal him at full chub. “Move them and I take my glasses off.”
“But Daddy—” Buck whines, fists curling underneath him to grasp at the sheets desperately. He wanted to run his hands through his hair so badly, feel the greying curls beneath his fingertips. It was a gift to witness Tommy this way, aging so gracefully and yet still so willing to service him instead of solely being served.
“Evan.” Tommy warns in a tone that makes the simmer begin to crackle just a tiny bit. Tommy takes Buck’s cock in his hands and just holds it for a moment, making eye contact with his lover as he feels the velvet of his skin before kissing on his perineum and nosing at his balls.
“Please.” Buck pleads, his knuckles going white with his grip.
“Please, what?” Tommy teases, slapping Buck’s cock against his face, the cool of his glasses a contrast against the heat of his breath and skin. Tommy was gonna be the death of Buck, and what a way to go.
“Need your mouth, daddy.” Buck manages to say in between the whines borne of watching the way Tommy’s glasses moved up and down his nose while the latter teased his cock by giving it the sensation of skin but not fully enveloping it in warmth.
“Good boy.” Tommy patronizes before sucking the tip of Buck’s cock, “You taste divine, baby.” He praises, crinkling his nose into a smile at how Buck blushes. He licks at the underside of Buck’s cock before putting his tip in his mouth once more to suck harder and taste even more of his pre. He then drops his jaw to take all of Buck’s cock into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat. It’s obscene the sounds that come out of Tommy’s mouth, the persistent rhythm of almost-choking and yet never getting to the breaking point.
“So good, daddy—” babbles Buck, in a way that Tommy knows he’s doing his job well. Tommy feels good knowing Buck is well taken care of. Perhaps that’s what makes the title of daddy so alluring to him. He doesn’t want to be a commanding sir, or an omnipotent master. Tommy wants to be daddy; Tommy wants to make his baby boy feel safe and loved.
Tommy uses his left hand to play with Buck’s balls and occasionally removes his mouth from his fat cock to suck on them, spurring on when Buck arches his back off the mattress and moans loudly. The way his legs shake and close on instinct from the stimulation have Tommy digging his nails to keep them open, but he’d be remiss if he pretended to hate the way Buck’s thighs pressed against the sides of his head. What a beauty Evan Buckley was, and what a lucky man was Tommy Kinard to witness it up close.
Tommy kisses the base of his cock as he pulls away to his lover’s protest, “I’m just getting the lube, baby. You’re doing so well keeping still for daddy.”
“I’m a good boy?” Buck asks absentmindedly, a tiny smile forming as his chest heaves from the intensity of Tommy’s blowjob.
“Yes, baby. You’re the perfect boy.” Tommy compliments, as he grabs the lube from the drawer and squirts some onto his fingers. “Come here, baby.” He becks him with two fingers as he sits on the bed, resuming their position from earlier. “Take daddy’s boxers off.”
Buck eagerly moves up the bed on all fours, kissing Tommy’s thighs as he goes, looking up at Tommy for approval. He sinks his teeth into the waistband and tugs on it to release his daddy’s cock, mouth hovering over it waiting until his daddy gives him the command to take him. “Fully off, Evan.”
Buck huffs, using his teeth to maneuver the boxers further down, with Tommy angling his hips up to help. Tommy eventually kicks off the boxers while Buck waits patiently for what his daddy asks from him next. It’s exhilarating, the thought of watching Tommy’s face scrunched up in pleasure underneath his fogged up glasses. Buck was not about to ruin the possibility—no, the blessing—to witness that all because he couldn't wait. “Sit.” Tommy commands, chin angling up to watch Buck plop himself on his lap through his glasses.
“I’m gonna open you up, sweetheart. While I do that, I want you to tell me how seeing daddy in glasses made you feel.” Tommy taps his left hand on Buck’s thigh as he speaks, taking in every inch of his lover perched on his lap. Buck raises his hand to adjust the way his glasses sit atop Tommy’s nose, letting his fingers linger on the frame before moving his hands to caress his daddy’s face.
“Seeing you in glasses makes me feel lucky to witness you growing older.” Buck confesses, his thumb stroking Tommy’s cheek idly. “Makes me feel hot and heavy too.” He giggles.
“Yeah, kid? Well I feel lucky to get to grow old with you. Glasses and all.” Tommy leans in for a soft kiss, before savoring how Buck tastes and deepening it further with his tongue. “I like you hot and heavy. And pliable, oh so pliable, baby boy.” Tommy’s finger begins to circle around Buck’s hole before entering with a loud sigh from his boy at the feeling of being filled.
“Only for you, daddy.” Buck moans, and by god would he have made a great pornstar with those sounds. He begins to grind his hips and chase the feeling of Tommy’s fingers on his prostate. “Also makes me feel a little naughty, like I’m fucking the hot college professor everyone wants on campus.”
“Jesus, fuck.” Tommy breathes out, thinking immediately about bending Buck over on a desk and fucking him until his hips bruise with the force against wood.
“Yeah, daddy. Just like that. Oh god, please.” Buck chants as Tommy’s fingers light up his prostate, hitting them again and again with precision only an attentive lover would have.
“Is that what you want? Everyone to know you’re sitting on my lap? Begging for it like a whore?” Tommy slaps Buck’s ass as he wriggles and whines, “Beg for my cock, kid.”
Buck, at a loss for words, starts babbling and whining. Sex with Tommy was so fluid, with the way his daddy was willing to please but take back control the minute he wanted to be pleased. “Fill me up, please.” says Buck, eyebrows scrunched with the effort it took to not lean forward and just kiss Tommy’s smirk off his lips.
“I already am, sweetheart.” Tommy patronizes, and something about the glasses makes it all so arrogant, so egotistical, and so sensual. The glint in his eyes, framed by his lenses and the casual bite of the lip to suppress a chuckle. “You need something more?”
“I mean your cock daddy, please!” Buck pleads, feeling close but not wanting to cum unless Tommy’s fat cock fills him up so well. “Please, daddy. I’ve been good.”
“I suppose you have, baby boy.” Tommy concedes, squirting lube on Buck’s hands. “Prep me.” Buck scrambles and encloses his hands around Tommy’s girth. The weight of it makes Buck moan, thinking of how good it’ll feel inside of him. Tommy was gifted in so many ways, and his two hands on top of one another made sure that he treated that gift carefully and so well. He moved his hands up and down thoroughly, squeezing near the tip just to hear Tommy growl. Seeing Tommy’s face contort in pleasure was a sight to behold, and those glasses sitting low on the bridge of his nose had Buck needing his daddy carnally. He twisted his hands around Tommy’s cock before deeming it lubed enough for his hole, wiping his hands on the sheets before whining to tell Tommy that everything was ready for him.
“Such a fucking good boy.” Tommy breathes out, pulling out his hands and immediately lifting Buck to settle on his cock. Their moans synchronized with the action and the euphoria of being connected so intimately. The moment Buck bottomed out he was panting, and Tommy began to sweat. “My good boy.”
“So good, daddy.” Buck pants, slowly beginning to bounce on his daddy’s thick cock, his own bobbing obscenely between their bodies. “So good.” He repeats, starting to lose his wits hearing how quick the skin of his ass slapped against Tommy’s thighs.
Tommy then grabbed Buck’s hips and started pistoning his hips quickly to nail Buck’s prostate dead on and leave him like a broken record on repeat with a litany of yeses, pleases, so goods and daddys spilling out of his mouth. He thrusts up into Buck, catching the way Buck’s thighs strain to bounce down, and the desperation Buck has to chase a climax.
“The way your ass bounces is divine, baby boy.” Tommy praises, tapping into his lover’s praise kink to get him there sooner. “If I were a professor, I’d take you in my chambers right before class, and have you sit at the front with my cum dripping down your thigh.”
“You’d love for us to get caught, wouldn’t you? You’d want everyone to know you’re getting your hole filled by the hot professor.” Tommy huffs a laugh with the way Buck’s cock twitches at his fantasies being played out. “Have you under my desk, bobbing your head like a good boy and taking my cock while I talk to the dean?”
“Ask you to stay after class in front of everyone so they all know you're mine.” says Tommy, eager to see how far he could take it, picturing the scenes they could act out; turned on himself, his glasses fogging up from the heat. “Have a raging hard on seeing you concentrate in class knowing how similar it is to the face you make when you beg.”
“Punish you for sleeping in class, smacking your ass with a ruler.” Tommy accompanies it with a slap of his own with the palm of his hand right on the swell of Buck’s ass before taking it all in his palm and squeezing, “One I’d bring out to class next day just to see you squirm around a half chub.”
“I’d suck you off after class the minute the door to my chambers closed.” Tommy continues, placing his thumb inside Buck’s mouth to have him suck on something and be filled at both ends. “Or how about bending you over my desk? God we could fucking do that in the office here.” Tommy fantasizes, thinking about the possibility of engaging in a little roleplay knowing the effect his new glasses have on Buck. “Have you sprawled out, hoping we locked the door while I eat your tight fucking ass out for lunch.” Of course Buck would love the thrill of exhibitionism. Buck’s skin is damp, but his throat is dry from the amount of moaning he’s been doing and he’s so fucking close.
“Cum for daddy, baby boy.” Tommy whispers, using his hand to pump Buck’s cock in time with his thrusts. Despite the fog on his lenses, he knows what a pretty sight Buck looks like as he cums, hearing and feeling it more than seeing it. His hole tightens around Tommy’s cock and he cums with the force of it as Buck slams back down. Buck’s back arches at the feeling of being filled up so full, and he sags against Tommy’s body the minute his orgasm finishes with a heavy oof.
“Fuck.” is all Buck manages to say as he listens to his daddy’s heartbeat, and looks up to straighten up his glasses. “That was amazing.”
“Didn’t know you had a thing for professors.” Tommy jokes after he’s caught his breath, his hand tracing down Buck’s spine.
“I didn’t either.” Buck confesses, his hand resting over Tommy’s heart.
“What part of it? It can’t just be the glasses.” The older man muses, thinking about what else he could find out about his lover. “The age part.” He guesses, “The idea of being freshly legal and fucking a hot daddy.” He concludes only for Buck to bury himself deeper into his arms.
“Oh. You’re serious about it.” Tommy’s eyes widen in surprise, before crinkling at how Buck’s blush has deepened. “You find fucking an actual daddy hot.” Buck grunts, keeping his face hidden.
“Hey, look at me.” Tommy says, his tone softening as he raises Buck’s chin using his fingers. “Nothing to be ashamed of.”
“I know.” Buck murmurs into Tommy’s chest, the latter bursting with laughter at the ticklish feeling.
“But if you want a hot daddy to fuck you, I might have to breed you first.” Tommy mutters, his hand going up to Buck’s scalp to tug lightly and make sure Buck’s looking at him dead in the eyes as he says it. He doesn’t miss the way his eyes widen, pupils darken or his breath hitch. Bingo.
“Tommy!” Buck shouts, but the waver in his voice betrays him. Yes, absolutely he wants that.
“Next time, baby boy. Thing with daddies is that they don’t have the same amount of energy as you do.” Tommy laughs, kissing Buck’s forehead before taking off his glasses whose edges are still fogged up. “I can’t sleep in these. I promise to put them back on when we wake up.” He assures, the minute Buck makes a noise of protest.
“I love you, daddy.” Buck whispers after they both go silent, cozying up to Tommy’s side even more than he already has. “I love you too, baby.”