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Whatever Daddy Wants

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Ben let the door to his bedroom close behind him, took a minute to get his bearings. He’d had people in his bed since he and Demora’d moved to Yorktown, but this was the first time he’d gotten to see his husband there. Hikaru was beautiful, as always, in silky orange pyjamas that made his skin glow and looked well against the dark green sheets. He was a little thinner than he’d been when the Enterprise had left on that distress call, and there were scratches and bruises on his body, but he was smiling, and Ben was glad to see it.

“How’s Demora, Daddy?” asked Hikaru, sitting up against the headboard.

“She’s asleep. Getting back and forth to the classrooms is kind of an adventure, with the station torn up the way it is. She’s down for the count.” Ben stripped off and tossed his clothes at the fresher. He slipped into the bed on Hikaru’s back side and wrapped the younger man up in his arms. “And how’s my boy doing?”

Hikaru licked his lips and then bit the lower one, took a deep breath. (Internally, Ben cheered at the signs that Hikaru wanted to go down tonight.) “I’ve been a good boy, Daddy,” he said, then hid his face in Ben’s arm.

Ben took advantage of Hikaru’s exposed neck to press a kiss there, then press his teeth in, leave a bite mark just above where it would show while Hikaru wore a uniform.

“Daddy!” hissed Hikaru. “They’ll see.”

“I know,” said Ben. “Don’t you want people to know you’re Daddy’s good boy?”

Hikaru squirmed, and Ben loosened his hold enough for Hikaru to squiggle around and face him. “Ben. I just…on a normal starship, nobody would say anything. But Kirk is a giant gossip, so the whole crew keeps track of drama, especially command staff drama. Somebody’s going to ask, if they see I’m marked up. And then they’re going to tell everyone. Can we please just keep it inside the uniform?”

Ben looked Hikaru in the face. Hikaru was flushed and excited looking, more than just embarrassed. “Tell everyone or tell someone in particular?”

Hikaru pressed his face into Ben’s chest and muttered, “Pavel Andreyevitch.”

Ben grinned and ran a hand over the back of Hikaru’s head. “Baby genius Pavel Andreyevitch? The kid whose math makes you horny and mad?” Ben and Hikaru sent a lot of letters back and forth, vidmessaged when Hikaru was close enough to a relay, and Ben had a pretty good mental map of the people Hikaru worked most closely with. He knew that Hikaru found the kid attractive, but this sounded more like a crush. “Does my boy want a baby boy of his own?” Ben’s hand slipped down from Hikaru’s head to trail firmly along his spine.

Hikaru arched and mewled in reaction, but he shook his head, face still pressed firmly into Ben’s chest. “New boy for Daddy. I want to see you wreck him.” He pulled back and looked up at Ben, kissed him then, hungry and hard, more teeth than usual. “He’s so fucking new, it’s been three years and he’s still shiny.”

Ben pushed Hikaru back on the bed, pushed up the pyjama shirt so he could get at Hikaru’s stomach. He scratched his fingers across Hikaru’s belly. “You want me to do to him what I did to you, huh? Take a sweet little thing who doesn’t know anything and make him into a greedy set of holes to use.”

Hikaru gasped and nodded, pushed his groin up towards Ben to be taken.

Ben reached further up Hikaru’s shirt, pinched his nipples hard, then dug his fingernails into Hikaru’s shoulder, holding to make sure there were bruises. “Do you want to use his holes? You want to make him suck you, make him take you?” Ben felt Hikaru stiffen up under his hands, but not in a good way. That was clearly the wrong track. “You want to get him ready for Daddy? Stretch out his hole for me so he can take all of me, like you can?” And that was it, Hikaru melted like ice on Vulcan. “Yeah, that’s what you want.” Ben turned around and whacked some lube out of the pump on the wall. He grabbed Hikaru with his clean hand and rolled so he was on his back and Hikaru was stretched out on top of him. Then he pulled Hikaru’s pants down just far enough to expose that sweet little hole. He started stretching Hikaru with two fingers, because it hurt the way his boy wanted it. “You want to stretch him just like this, use your fingers to make him squirm on my lap just like you are right now.”

“Yes,” hissed Hikaru. “Daddy, I want that so much.” Hikaru nuzzled into Ben’s neck, sucked hard at his neck, because Ben’s co-workers were mature adults who wouldn’t mention it. “He’s so pretty daddy, and so little. I bet you could pick him up and carry him to bed.”

Ben twisted his fingers in Hikaru, avoiding his prostate, but playing with the rim, the way that would keep Hikaru hardest the longest, keep him on edge, where Ben wanted him. “Yeah?” he asked, before he took his dry hand and scratched down Hikaru’s side. “What would you do to him in bed, to get him ready for me, huh?”

“I would give him something to suck, to keep him quiet. He’s a real chatterbox; sometimes, it’s too much. But I’d make him be quiet for you, Daddy, I’d put his face on your dick first thing.” Hikaru moaned a little and pushed back on Ben’s hand.

Ben gave him another finger, reached with his dry hand to grab Hikaru’s ass cheek, pull for greater separation between those nice tight globes. It was easier to get deeper, stretch his fingers further in Hikaru’s hole, when he did that. “I think maybe I’d want his mouth somewhere higher up.”

“Huh?” said Hikaru.

Ben didn’t say anything else, just pushed Hikaru’s head down to his nipples. Hikaru started sucking right away, pulling hard, the way that would leave Ben puffy and sore the next day. “Maybe I wouldn’t let your friend at my tits, you suck them so good. It took so long for you to get it right, but I love your mouth now. I can put anything in there and get just what I want from you.” He pulled Hikaru off his chest and pushed his head down further. “You know what to do.”

Hikaru did. Ben’s toes curled from the way Hikaru gave delicate little licks to his balls, circling all over his sack while precum leaked on Hikaru’s face. Just like Ben had taught, Hikaru only used his hands to keep Ben’s thighs opens, didn’t touch Ben’s dick or ass. Just let Ben’s dick bounce and fling sticky little droplets in Hikaru’s hair and eyebrows and over Hikaru’s nose.

When Ben’s nuts were drawn up tight in the sack, Hikaru moved to Ben’s dick. Ben waited for Hikaru to swallow him, work down Ben’s dick to the root. It took a bit of patience, because Ben was so big, 25 centimeters long and 15 around. Hikaru had to work his jaw open wide enough, convince his gag reflex that he could still breathe with Ben’s tip down his throat. But Ben’s patience was rewarded when he felt Hikaru’s soft lips kissing his pelvis. He reached his hand down to grab Hikaru’s. “How do we tell Daddy to stop?” Two squeezes, hard and distinct. “And when you want more?” One squeeze, held a long time before Hikaru’s grip slacked. “So, Daddy’s going to fuck your mouth now.” One tight squeeze, even stronger than before.

Ben went for it. He fucked up into Hikaru’s slack mouth, moving hard and fast in and out of his boy’s mouth. “You feel so fucking good. I bet Pavel Andreyovitch wouldn’t be this good for me. I bet you’d have to hold your pretty little friend down to teach him how to take Daddy’s cock.” He put his free hand in Hikaru’s hair, didn’t exactly hold him down, but he pushed him to come down, to swallow, to strain to take every millimeter. “I love your mouth. You drool so hard with my cock down my throat.” He sped up, the warmth lighting up his dick, balls smashed tight to Hikaru’s chin on every stroke. “You swallow so good, too.” He came and let Hikaru prove that he swallowed good. It felt so good, to let off into his boy, instead of wasting it on the sheets. His orgasm seemed to last forever this time, cum built up from days waiting and holding off before the Enterprise made shoreleave, then again while it was on its rescue mission. It felt so good to just let go, let the waves of pleasure roll through him, wash away all his thoughts for a minute.

He always drifted away just a little bit when he came. By the time Ben resurface, Hikaru had wriggled his way up the bed to lie fully on top of him again, pressing kisses to Ben’s face and neck, rutting his hard dick a little into Ben’s thigh. “Oh, babe, you are so good that. I miss your mouth so much when you’re on that damn boat.” He wrapped his arms around Hikaru and squeezed tight. “I love you.”

“I love you, Daddy.” Hikaru’s thrusts built up speed a little, like he was really going to go for the orgasm.

Ben smacked Hikaru’s ass, pulled his pyjama bottoms up. “You know the rule.”

Hikaru sighed, but he dutifully recited, “A good boy only comes on his daddy’s cock.”

Ben nodded and swatted Hikaru again, just for insurance. “Exactly. I was going to fuck you in twenty minutes, but now you’ll have to wait until tomorrow.” Ben wasn’t exactly expecting it when Hikaru burst into laughter.

“Old man,” Hikaru forced out through his giggles. “You haven’t had a twenty minute refractory period since before I met you.”

Ben rolled his eyes. “No, but I have toys.”

“Damn it,” said Hikaru. “I really could have come tonight?”

“You could have. But you won’t.”

Hikaru sighed and snuggled in closer to Ben.