Temptation proved too alluring to resist—Mal slid his fingers through Vincent’s hair and tugged him down so they were chest to chest, then lip to lip. The kiss that ignited between them scorched Mal down to his toes, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more.

He’d never felt so confident before, so sure of what he wanted, and how he needed to get it. Vincent, who’d been kind and understanding since the moment they’d met in the storage closet, could give him what he needed—to be dominated and filled, yet never to relinquish control. At least, not entirely. Mal was too new to this stunning reality to know exactly what it was he wanted, but what he did know was that hearing Vincent call him Daddy turned his cock to steel and made his whole body clench in anticipation. Tonight, a man who might be young enough to be his son was going to claim him, and he was going to do so only when Mal told him he was allowed to. The thought alone would make him come if he lingered on it.

He needed Vincent inside of him, and he needed it badly.

The kiss deepened at Mal’s insistence. He tightened his grip on Vincent’s hair and tugged. Then, jaw aching and lips sore, Mal turned his head to the side and broke the kiss to pant for breath. Vincent, his boy—his good boy—looked down at him, expression seized by arousal. It looked like Mal wasn’t the only one who was getting off on their age difference.

What was it that Vincent saw in him?

Vincent was a trophy—a young man out of Mal’s league he never should have been able to land. Intelligent, articulate, and accomplished, he was the kind of man that anyone would be thrilled to bring to bed. What did Mal offer him in exchange?

The thought didn’t matter for long. Vincent nosed his way under Mal’s jaw, rooting and nudging until he could press a series of kisses along his neck that made Mal forget about everything beyond the immediacy of the moment. “Daddy?”

Mal closed his eyes and tilted his head back as cascading pleasure plunged down his spine. Vincent could force Mal into submission on a whim—and yet here he was, gladly giving up his power for a fantasy they both shared.

“Yes, baby?” Mal ran a hand through Vincent’s hair as he kissed and nipped. His cock pressed between the folds of his fly, and he rolled his hips to push it against Vincent’s body. The contact was almost orgasmic, and Mal had to shut himself down before he took it too far.

He couldn’t come. Not yet. They’d only just begun.

“Can I touch you, please?” Vincent kissed along his jaw, leaving numb, tingling pleasure in his wake. “Wanna feel you. Wanna make you feel good.”

Fireworks exploded behind Mal’s eyes, and he sucked in a startled breath as his cock twitched in response.

“Yes, baby,” Mal whispered. “Touch me. You’re allowed. I wanna feel you, too.”

Almost before he was through speaking the words, Vincent’s hand dipped down to his cock. His briefs—lightly marked by their earlier encounter—divided his shaft from Vincent’s fingertips, but the joy of having someone’s hand on him like this—and wanting it—was uncharted territory. Vincent grasped him, squeezing only enough so that pleasure and adrenaline rocketed through Mal at once, leaving him blinded to anything else.

He didn’t hook up with men—he wanted a loving, committed relationship. But tonight? With Vincent? The touch of his hand alone convinced Mal that it was worth it.

It was his chance at a new start, and he was going to run with it.

“Like that, Daddy?” Mal felt Vincent grinning as he pressed kiss after kiss to Mal’s neck and jaw. “Do you like it like that?”

Mal did, but he had no idea how to string the words together to say as much. All he could do was push up into Vincent’s hand, filling his palm with his clothed shaft in the pursuit of pleasure.

It seemed like Vincent got the message. A dark chuckle tickled the fine hairs along Mal’s neck, and then, delicately, Vincent nosed against him and murmured, “I think you might like it even better if you let me take your briefs off. Please, can I? I wanna be good for you. Will you let me?”

“Yes,” Mal rasped. He lifted his hips, eager to be rid of all of his clothes. The blockers had taken effect and his heat was no longer an issue, but his skin had started to warm, and his clothes had become an insufferable layer trapping too-humid air against his skin. “Take it off. Take it all off. Take care of me, baby. I wanna know how good you can make me feel.”

A silent laugh ghosted against the crook of Mal’s neck moments before the mattress dipped. Vincent had changed positions. Soon enough, Mal was guided upward so Vincent could strip his jacket, shirt, and tie from his torso. Then, tenderly, he was laid back on the bed. His head flattened the pillows. When he was settled, Vincent lifted his hips and guided his pants down his legs. Pants, shoes, and socks discarded, the heat that had once been trapped against his skin was liberated, and Mal felt like he could breathe again.

But there was still one more pesky layer of clothing to remove.

“Baby?” Mal asked breathlessly. He remained in place, unable to move. The muscles of his legs were too loose to want to work, and his joints felt like they’d dissolved. “You need to take off your clothes, too. I don’t want them on you anymore.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

How could two words make him feel so limitless? Mal’s heart felt seconds away from exploding, but at the same time, he knew he needed more. When Vincent filled him and took his heat, he needed to know that he was still in control—that he was the one calling the shots, even if it was Vincent who was on top.

Vincent’s clothing hit the floor. It folded over itself, pooling in rich, crumpling folds. Until he’d been told to act, Vincent hadn’t so much as stripped his own clothes from his body.

Mal got the impression he was going to be fine.

Nude, Vincent crawled his way back over Mal. Without clothes to hide his figure, Vincent was narrow and lean to the point that Mal would have said that he was delicate had it not been for the solid construction of his body. His arms didn’t bulge, but they were sculpted with muscle. His pecs were defined, as were his abs, but they didn’t overwhelm his figure. His lean body was marked by a shallow navel, below which a line of dark hair led down to Vincent’s groin. His cock bobbed as he climbed up the bed, curved just slightly in ways that promised pleasure. A dot of precum clung to its tip, and for a moment, Mal entertained the notion of not using protection at all. The undercurrents of his heat whispered in his ear what a fantastic idea it would be to let Vincent knock him up the old-fashioned way… that he didn’t need to go through with expensive fertility treatments when he had an alpha in bed with him.

They were thoughts Mal needed to shake, and fast, before they took hold. He groped across the sheets, looking for the condom Vincent had dropped earlier. Even if Vincent’s claim of infertility wasn’t a ploy to get Mal into bed for a raw fuck, Mal didn’t want to take the chance. Inviting another person to start a family with him could jeopardize his dream.

Mal didn’t want complications. He didn’t want heartbreak. Right now, all he wanted was Vincent. The memories they made tonight would stay memories—it was how it had to be.

Mal’s palm found the foil packet, and he grabbed it from the bed before Vincent arrived on top of him.

“Oh, baby.” Mal bit down onto his bottom lip and wrapped his arms around Vincent’s neck when Vincent came to a stop. One of his knees was back between Mal’s thighs, keeping them open. The small mark of possession spiked Mal’s pulse. Even though Vincent was enslaved to his word and more than willing to submit to him, he kept Mal’s mind on the fluidity of their dynamic. Mal dominated by command, but Vincent dominated by touch. The contrast, the trade-off, made Mal itch to be irresponsible. “Look at you.”

Vincent smirked, like Mal’s words alone were enough to inflate his confidence.

“Take off my briefs, baby boy,” Mal whispered. He could barely believe what he was saying. “Let’s have fun.”

As soon as permission was given, Vincent complied. His fingers curled around the thick elastic band of Mal’s briefs, and he tugged them down, lifting Mal when he needed to in order to free the fabric from his body. Soon enough, he’d moved the briefs between Mal’s knees. With a careful push of his foot, Vincent sent them farther down Mal’s legs. Mal kicked them off the rest of the way in time to the throbbing beat of his heart.

This was really happening.

“What can I do to make you feel the best, Daddy?” Vincent asked. He kissed Mal’s collarbone, then escaped from beneath Mal’s arms and trailed kisses down his chest until he’d backed down to Mal’s stomach. Mal looked down at him, his heart ready to explode. “Wanna know how I can make you feel good.”

Vincent glanced up at Mal from just above Mal’s navel. From a position so low on his body, it was easy to imagine his lips sealed around Mal’s shaft, sucking…

“Use your mouth,” Mal instructed breathlessly. “Use your mouth and play with my slick until you know that I’m ready for you. Then… then I want you to put this on.”

He held the condom out, and Vincent took it from him without argument. With one last lingering look, Vincent kissed his belly, then let his lips trail lower. His tongue circled the base of Mal’s cock, and Mal let loose with a desperate gasp. Pleasure rushed through his cock and shot through his balls, pulling them taut. They’d only just begun, but Vincent had spent so long building up anticipation that Mal already needed to come. He threaded his fingers through Vincent’s hair and guided him up his shaft, watching in awe as Vincent responded to his physical cues and obeyed. The flat of his tongue dragged across Mal’s shaft, the sensation every inch as electric as the sight of a much younger alpha in submission to him. Then, when Vincent’s tongue had reached his tip, it swirled, collecting the precum glossing Mal’s skin, and let Mal plunder his mouth.

Tight. Wet. Wonderful. Mal sucked in a breath and squirmed, pushing as deep as he could before Vincent took over and held him down. The restraint only added to Mal’s excitement, and he bucked up against Vincent’s hold in a struggle to break free. Lust had taken over, different from when he succumbed to an unmedicated heat—his mind remained intact, letting him commit to detail every taboo sight and sensation.

A man almost young enough to be his son was sucking his cock—a man who had no qualms with calling him Daddy—devouring him with a voracity that Mal couldn’t hope to understand. He sucked, and licked, and flicked his tongue, letting Mal fill his throat while his dark eyes went crow-black from desire. And then, when Mal was sure Vincent couldn’t make him feel any better than he already was, Vincent pressed his fingertips to Mal’s slicked hole and toyed with his entrance, pushing a finger in and out, never filling him for long.

“Baby,” Mal gasped. Vincent’s tongue ran in circles over his cock, and the touch of his hand alerted Mal to how wet he’d become since the storage closet—since they’d stumbled into Vincent’s bed together. “Take my heat. Take it right now. I need you. Need you inside me.”

Vincent looked up at him, gaze shaded with lust, but didn’t move from his position. Mal was about to beg him again when he heard why Vincent delayed—there was a crinkle as Vincent tore the wrapper on the condom followed by the slick sound of latex as it rolled down his cock. Mal lifted his hips to invite Vincent to take him, but it seemed like Vincent had other ideas. He grabbed Mal by the waist and flipped him over so he was on his stomach. In the next moment, he’d dragged Mal down the bed toward him. The girth of his cock rubbed between Mal’s cheeks.

“Tell me it’s okay, Daddy.” Vincent’s words were a hot whisper against the back of Mal’s ear, and the sound of them made Mal lose what little composure he had left. “Tell me that I can fill your ass and make you come.”

“You can, baby.” Mal’s voice quivered. He perked his ass, thighs trembling already. “Fill me up. Use me. Make me feel good.”

One of Vincent’s hands lifted Mal’s hips, guiding Mal into a better position. The other was missing. A second later, Mal understood why.

Buzz.

Mal widened his eyes and looked over his shoulder, but all he saw was his own ass perked in the air, Vincent positioned behind him. He didn’t need to see to know what was happening. The USB vibrator he’d kept in his jacket pocket to help him get through unexpected heats had found its way into Vincent’s hand, and Vincent had—

Sudden pressure disrupted Mal’s line of thought. The tip of Vincent’s cock pushed against his entrance, thicker than Mal imagined it could ever be. The abundance of slick brought on by his heat and the lubricant on the condom let Vincent slide right into him, and as he stretched Mal out, Mal discovered what he’d done.

Vincent had tucked the vibrator into the condom, positioning it so that it passed over Mal’s prostate as he thrust.

Mal choked back a cry and buried his head in the pillows, too aroused to try to speak, or think, or do anything other than accept that his body had betrayed his mind—it operated for pleasure now, for Vincent’s touch, and for the buzz of the vibrator against his prostate. Stretching. Filling. Aching. Vincent filled him. Made him whole. Gave him peace.

But Vincent wasn’t done. As he bottomed out inside Mal, Vincent whispered dirty words made dirtier by his lusty tone against the back of Mal’s ear. “It feels so good to be inside you, Daddy.”

A manic, startled expression spread Mal’s lips, and he pressed his face harder against the pillow to try to drown out the sound of his warbling noises of pleasure. His fingers curled into the pillowcase, and he pushed back against Vincent with animalistic greed. Nothing about this situation was like him, but everything about it was good.

So good.

Mal let loose with a starved laugh and worked his hips in time with Vincent’s thrusts.

“You want me to come inside you?” Vincent asked. His voice was strained by passion and need, punctuated by each thrust of his hips. “You want me to knock you up, Daddy?”

Mal’s cheeks burned. Every pleasure receptor in his body fired off at once.

“Yes,” Mal choked. He cut off a moan in his throat and worked his hips at a frantic pace while Vincent sank deep into him. The vibrator pressed against Mal’s walls, furthering his pleasure. There was no air left to breathe, no hope to fill his lungs. The weight of their chemistry crushed down upon them, flattening the atmosphere itself. Mal panted, gasped for breath, and buried his face in the sheets. “Please, please, please!”

“I’m gonna come.” Vincent nipped the back of his ear, then thrust into him another few times in rapid succession. “You’re going to make me come. I’m going to come into your ass, Daddy. I’m going to knock you up. You feel too good.”

Mal bit into a mouthful of sheets, doing his best to stay quiet, but it was nearly impossible. All he wanted to do was scream with pleasure, caught between the thickness of Vincent’s cock and the way the vibrator sent waves of crushing euphoria through his lower body.

He couldn’t hold on any longer.

With a choked cry, he bucked his hips and came.

“Baby,” Mal gasped, releasing the sheets and rearing his head back as orgasm exploded in his groin. “Oh, fuck…”

Vincent groaned. He slumped down over Mal, struggling to catch his breath. He hadn’t knotted. Was he holding it back?

“Did you come, baby?” Mal asked. He turned his head to the side, exhausted, but satisfied. “You didn’t knot…”

“I came.” Vincent kissed the back of his neck and slowly withdrew. The vibrator parted from Mal’s body, and Vincent shifted his hips to the side. The buzz stopped. Mal assumed he’d taken the condom off. “You were wonderful.”

A glow set in. Its warmth spread across Mal’s cheeks like a blush. He lay on his stomach and enjoyed Vincent’s weight on top of him.

Sex wasn’t supposed to feel so good. It wasn’t supposed to leave him this satisfied. But then again, Mal had never found a partner who was interested in respecting his wants and providing for him in the ways he needed. Was this what it was like, to find someone who cared?

He smiled.

“Stay with me tonight,” Vincent urged. He moved from behind Mal to settle at his side, drawing Mal into his arms. Mal’s limbs were loose, and he was too comfortable to want to leave. It had been a long, long time since he’d slept anywhere that wasn’t his own bed, but he didn’t think it would matter. The problems he used to have wouldn’t be an issue anymore—he’d worked through them and come out stronger.

He could stay with Vincent.

“I’ll stay,” Mal murmured in reply. The words had barely left his mouth before Vincent’s lips were on his, starting a slow but passionate kiss that turned the glow in Mal’s cheeks to a shimmer.

Maybe his time with Vincent was only for now, but the way Vincent made him feel would stick with him for a lifetime. It was the courage he needed in an otherwise bleak time.

It wasn’t too late to get a fresh start. He’d see the IVF through until it stuck. There was still hope out there that his dreams could come true—Vincent was proof of it.

That night, he fell asleep in Vincent’s arms, listening to the sound of a heartbeat other than his own, happier than he could remember being in a long, long time.