The rush Hagen felt when he heard that simple word falling off Baxter's lips… It was like a drug had been administered, like his whole system had been boosted, fired up. He felt it reach deep inside him, affirming and illuminating. It felt so right, more right than anything before. Like it was destiny, somehow, and he almost smiled at his own thoughts. A rational history professor like him, waxing poetic about destiny. The times were changing, weren't they?

He leaned in for another kiss, a soft, slow one this time. He loved how Baxter immediately opened for him, and with a sigh of pleasure, he entered his mouth again. The boy tasted so sweet, like a candy Hagen couldn't get enough of.

He teased him with his tongue, then nipped his bottom lip again. It hadn't gone unnoticed how Baxter had responded to that last time. The boy was so wonderfully responsive in his arms, reacting to Hagen's every touch and caress. Hell, the way he had squirmed and panted when Hagen had explored his ear. His cock had grown so hard against Hagen, Hagen thought he would've come on the spot. And with a little more stimulation he would have.

"We need to have a conversation about this," he said, dragging his mouth away, and staring deep into Baxter's gorgeous brown eyes. "But I think we’re both too much on edge to talk now, so can I make you come?"

Baxter stared at him for a few seconds, then laughed. "Can you make me… Of course you can. I was about to come in my pants, so hell yes." Hagen only had to raise one eyebrow for Baxter to add a quick, "Daddy."

"But seriously, why are you asking?" Baxter asked.

"Because you hadn't given me consent, and I take that seriously. I want to make sure you're okay with this, and not when you're in the throes of passion and can't think clearly."

Baxter's smile returned. "In the throes of passion? That's an eloquent way of saying I’m horny as fuck."

"Mine sounded so much more elegant though, don't you agree?" Hagen teased him a little, pleased with Baxter's enthusiastic response.

"Whatever you want to call it, I'm on board. Daddy," Baxter said, stressing that last word. "You like it when I call you that," he said, watching Hagen closely.

"I do," Hagen readily admitted. "The same way you like it when I tell you good boy."

Baxter nodded. "What does that mean?"

Hagen increased the hold he still had on Baxter's dick slightly. "What that means is that it's something we'll discuss. Later."

"Yes, Daddy," Baxter said.

Hagen had already decided how he wanted them to come. Even though his whole body was screaming to take it much, much further, he wouldn't. Not until they had laid down the ground rules and had clear mutual expectations. But damn, he hoped he could bury himself inside Baxter someday soon, because he couldn't wait. For now, he had a different plan.

He claimed Baxter's mouth again, wanting to capture his every little sound as he brought him to a climax. It wouldn't take much, considering how hard the boy was and how long he'd been that aroused. Not that Hagen was faring any better.

He repositioned himself so he could find friction against his own arm, then increased the pressure on Baxter's cock. He didn't need to undress him, didn't even need to feel his naked skin. Oh, he wanted to, but it could wait. If he had learned anything in his years as a Dom and even as a man, it was that anticipation made things so much better. There was truth to the adage that good things came to those who waited.

He rubbed Baxter's cock, shifting just a little and experimenting until he felt Baxter gasp into his mouth. There. That was it. That was the perfect positioning. And then he found a rhythm where he squeezed and rubbed Baxter in the same beat as he circled his own hips so his dick ground against his arm. Usually, it would take a lot more for him to get off, but everything Baxter was doing was turning him on.

"Hagen," Baxter was gasping, and for a second, Hagen debated calling him out on it, then decided they were just getting started and Baxter still had to get used to it. He didn't want to punish him now, not when he was about to reward him. Seconds later, Baxter affirmed that decision by moaning again. "Daddy! Please…"

Baxter's body tensed, and Hagen recognized the signals. "Let go," he said. "Come for me, baby boy."

Baxter shivered, and Hagen nicked his bottom lip again with his teeth, which proved to be too much for Baxter. He came with a grunt, rutting against Hagen's hand until he went slack. God, that had been beautiful.

Hagen's hand left Baxter's dick and slipped under the waistband of his own underwear. He pulled out his cock, which was dripping with pre-cum, and with a few hard strokes, he, too, came, splashing all over himself and Baxter. He wiped his hand off on his shirt, then allowed himself to go slack on top of Baxter.

Baxter's arms came around him, and he loved the tender way Baxter held him. He nuzzled his neck in return, discovering that Baxter made the sweetest little sound when he scraped his teeth along the sensitive skin there. There was so much to learn about Baxter's body, and Hagen couldn't wait. But first, they had to talk.

"I came in my pants," Baxter said with a sense of amazement. "That hasn't happened since, what, high school?"

Hagen smiled as he rolled them on their sides. "Technically, they’re my pants," he pointed out. "Besides, who cares? Was it good?"

Baxter made a face. "You ask the dumbest questions sometimes."

Hagen put on a stern expression. "You realize you’re soliciting a spanking when you say things like that, right?"

Baxter's eyes widened, and he licked his lips. Oh, someone liked that suggestion. "Spanking?"

"Does that idea turn you on?" Hagen asked.

"Yes," Baxter whispered.

"Hmm," Hagen said. "That means it's not exactly an effective deterrent."

Baxter's eyes shot from left to right and back. "I still would love to try it?" he said. "Please, Daddy?" he added, giving Hagen a hint of what was in store for him.

He would have to learn how to say no when Baxter begged so sweetly like that. Still, he didn't want Baxter to think he'd lost the opportunity, because that would be a shame. "Oh, don't you worry, baby boy. We’ll see how you like it when I turn your gorgeous ass all red with my hand. I'll drape you over my knee, just like a naughty boy."

The dreamy look in Baxter's eyes informed Hagen that yes, spanking would definitely be something they would try soon. "Let's get cleaned up, and then we'll talk. As I said before I got all distracted and kissed you, I have a proposal for you."

Baxter cooperated, and a few minutes later, they were back in the living room, both with clean clothes and a little less sexual tension. Not that Hagen expected it to stay that way. Hell, all he had to do was look at Baxter and he wanted him. But they had to talk, so he decided he wouldn't touch him until there were rules in place, expectations and guidelines.

"As you may have understood by now, I want to alter our arrangement, especially the dynamic between us."

"You want to be my Daddy," Baxter said.

"Yes, and let's be clear that during this conversation, you can call me whatever you want. I will try my best not to be dominant, because I need you to make these decisions without any kind of influence from my part. If you feel like I am pushing you, or if you feel tempted to make compromises to please me, please tell me. This can't be because I want it. This has to be a mutual decision, okay?"

Baxter nodded. "Does that mean you still want me to go with you to L.A.?"

"Very much. Look, it's incredibly complicated between us, and what I'm about to propose muddies the waters even more, but here's the truth, Baxter. I like you. I really, really like you, and I think we have chemistry. I want to take the next two weeks and our trip to L.A. to experiment and see if we can make that chemistry between us work. Is that something you're open to?"

Baxter didn't have to think long about that one because his answer came swiftly. "Absolutely. I’m attracted to you as well, and while the whole kinky side of it is new to me, I’m interested in exploring it." Then he hesitated for a bit. "Would it be paid?" he asked.

Hagen realized the conundrum Baxter was in. Even if he wanted to offer to work without pay, he couldn't. Not with the financial situation he was in. He couldn't afford to spend that much time with Hagen and not get paid for it. It would financially ruin him, eliminating his chances to continue his education. And as much as Hagen wanted Baxter to choose him out for reasons beyond financial, he didn't begrudge him this question at all. In fact, he had taken this into consideration himself. His priority was to take care of Baxter, and right now, finances were a big part of that.

"Yes, I would still pay you the original hours through the app. Instead of keeping it at those fifteen hours, though, my proposal is that you move in here till after our California trip. It would solve your temporary housing issue, would give us a chance to spend more time together, and it would allow me to take better care of you the way that I long to."

Baxter swallowed visibly. "So you would pay me for fifteen hours a week, but I would be here the whole time?"

"I would pay for everything during those weeks. Your meals, your gas for your car, everything. I would prefer if you could take off work from your other jobs so you can focus on being here, and I’m willing to compensate you for that lost income as well."

Baxter's eyes had grown big as saucers. "That's a lot of money you're talking about."

Hagen leaned forward, trying to communicate as much as he could through his eyes and his body posture. "Baxter, I don't know how to say this without sounding like I'm bragging, but money is not an issue for me. I'm not filthy rich or anything, but I'm more than comfortable paying this for you. It would please me very much if you allowed me to take care of you, just for these two weeks."

"What about after those two weeks? What happens after the trip to L.A.?"

Hagen didn't even want to think about it. The idea of Baxter leaving again felt like a hand closed around his throat, which was ridiculous since Baxter hadn't even moved in yet. All Hagen knew was that he wanted him there, wanted Baxter in his house, in his care, in his bed.

"After L.A., we have a new conversation where we talk about how we feel and about the future. We can't decide that now, Baxter. Neither of us knows how we'll feel in two weeks. This is an experiment, a trial. If you want."

Baxter nodded, pursing his lips. "What about sex? According to the rules of the app, we can't engage in any sexual contact."

"We just did," Hagen said with a little smile.

"Yes, Daddy Obvious, but what about the next two weeks? And what about school? You could get fired for this."

The word fired alone was enough to spike Hagen's heart rate and make adrenaline course through him. "Trust me, I’m well aware. I trust you not to tell anyone, Baxter, knowing how high the stakes are for me. Look, you're far beyond the age of consent, and that's a biggie for me. If you hadn’t been my student, this relationship wouldn’t have been a problem in any way. That being said, I do worry about conflict of interest when I have to grade your papers. I'll have to think if I can figure out a solution for that."

"Just give me another B minus and we'll call it a success," Baxter said, and Hagen was glad to see he could make light of it.

"As for sex, I think that is between the two of us, much like everything else. I promise you I will stick to the payments as agreed upon in the app, and anything else that happens is between you and me. Nobody needs to know. If you are okay with that, at least."

"Before I say yes to this, to all of this, I need to know what I'm saying yes to exactly. When you talk about you being my Daddy, what does that entail? The taking care of me part, I get. You make sure I eat, sleep, you pay my bills. I get that. But what about the rest? How would this play out in the sex between us?"