Hagen had held back as long as he could, but what was he supposed to do when his boy started begging for his cock? Literally. Even with that dildo shoved all the way into his ass, Baxter was still looking at Hagen as if he was hoping he would change his mind. He'd been so adamant about how much he wanted to be fucked. What was holding Hagen back?

By now, he wasn't even sure himself. He'd had this crazy notion in his head that he didn't want things to move too fast, that he wanted Baxter to have time to adjust. But adjust to what? He wasn't a virgin, as Bertrand had pointed out. He might've been new to the lifestyle, but not to sex, not even to penetrative sex. And while Hagen didn't want to perpetuate the myth that the only sex was penetrative sex, he couldn't deny he loved it, and clearly, so did Baxter. So what the hell was keeping him from taking him up on that offer?

Baxter looked over his shoulder again, his movements slowing down as his body tensed. Hagen had no doubt he was close to the brink.

"Daddy, please, please."

That was it. Hagen felt the last bit of resistance inside him crumble. "Are you sure this is what you want, baby boy? Are you green?"

"God, yes. Finally. I'm green. Fluorescent green. Lime green. Greener than green."

Hagen laughed as he grabbed Baxter by his ankle, yanking him close. "I guess that's as green as it gets," he said, still laughing.

Baxter removed the dildo from his ass himself, and he wasn't too gentle about it, then threw it on the bed. As if to make sure there was absolutely no doubt about his wishes, he kneeled in front of Hagen, put his head low on his hands and offered his ass.

Hagen reached for the night table, pulled open the drawer and took out a condom. It only took him seconds to roll it on and slather it with lube. All the time, his boy was waiting for him quietly, his body shaking. He positioned himself above him, then pressed the tip of his dick against that gorgeous, fluttering hole.

"I wanted our first time to be slow," he said, not able to keep the regret out of his voice. "But I don't think I have slow in me right now, and I don't think you do either. Can you take hard and fast now?"

The look Baxter shot him was pure fire. "I can take anything you dish out."

He pushed in, moaning as he sank deep inside him, Baxter's channel so ready for him. He was so perfect, hot and slick and tight around his cock.

"Fucking finally," Baxter sighed, and Hagen couldn't let that one slide, so he slapped him on his left cheek, hard, then repeated it on his right cheek.

"Sorry, Daddy," Baxter mumbled, but Hagen didn't feel he really regretted it. Well, that made two of them, because hell if he didn't admire that smart little bratty mouth of his.

He pulled out almost entirely, then surged back in with a fluid, hard thrust. It had been so long since he'd done this. Too long. It felt like coming home, and wasn't that crazy?

"Daddy, Daddy you feel so good," Baxter babbled as Hagen started sliding in and out of him for real.

He sped up, his patience vanished by now. He needed his boy and his boy needed him back, and right now that was all that mattered. "Don't you dare come," he warned Baxter. "I'm not kidding, boy. You'd better hold back."

Baxter howled in protest as Hagen slammed into him, probably attacking his sweet spot full on. He grabbed Baxter's hips for extra force, pulling them back as he screwed into him, creating a noise that was filthy and pure sex. Flesh slapped against flesh, heated skin against heated skin, both their grunts and moans mingling.

Hagen's balls pulled up tightly, and he increased his speed even more, pumping to a rhythm his body dictated. His vision went white as he came, jerking a few times as he filled the condom.

"That was so good," he mumbled near Baxter's ear. "So very, very good."

"I didn't come, Daddy," Baxter said, and Hagen could hear the pride and tension in his voice. That had to have cost him after how long he'd been playing with himself.

"Good boy," he said. "You're such a good boy for obeying me."

He pulled out, ignoring Baxter's protest as he did, then quickly tied the condom and dumped it on the edge of the bed, immediately reaching for a new one and sliding it on. It was the one thing he'd always been most proud of, his staying power. A few touches of lube and he slid right back inside Baxter.

"Turn on your side," he told him, and they both turned at the same time, Hagen putting his leg over Baxter's to get full access. He loved this position. It might not allow for rough penetration, but you could go deep, and there was something intimate about the way he spooned Baxter from behind.

Plus, he had such perfect access to Baxter's body this way. His right hand found Baxter's right nipple, the little knob still hard and eager for his touch. "You have the most perfect nipples," he told Baxter as he rolled it between his fingers.

He felt the moan Baxter let out as much as he heard it. "Thank you, Daddy," he managed.

He couldn't resist teasing him a little more, curious to see how much more the boy could take. "Do you like it when Daddy plays with your nipples?"

"Yes, Daddy, but you're driving me crazy too," was the honest answer.

"Good crazy or bad crazy?" Hagen checked. "Green crazy or yellow?"

"Green," Baxter breathed out. "Still green."

His thrusts were slow but deep, only pulling out maybe two inches before sliding back in and then giving that last little push with his hips so it made that nice, deep final shove inside Baxter. Hagen love this, loved fucking when he wasn't on the edge, when he could drive his boy insane without being driven by his own need to come.

He kept switching between Baxter's nipples, and when he rolled his left one again, Baxter hissed. "So sensitive," he whined. "Daddy, please."

Oh, he could whine all he wanted. Hagen wasn't done yet. He pulled Baxter's head back by his hair until he had access to his right ear, then nibbled around the shell. As he predicted, that made Baxter squirm almost instantly, and the reaction when Hagen put his tongue into play was even better.

His hand traveled southward from Baxter's nipples to his bellybutton, and then his dick, which was dripping. "Feel how wet you are for Daddy, sweet boy. I like it when you are all desperate for me."

And of course, Baxter had to give the most perfect answer ever. "It's all for you, Daddy. All of it. I've never felt like this."

He was almost tempted to let him come. Almost, because he still wasn't quite done with him. This was just a beginning. There was so much he wanted to try with him. "Someday, Daddy may put your cock in a cage, so only Daddy can take it out. How would you feel about that?" he asked.

Baxter's body jerked against his. "Seriously?" he asked, but it wasn't disrespectful. It was utter surprise, as if he'd never even considered that. "Doesn't that hurt?"

Hagen fisted him a few times, swiped some pre-cum off that wet dick, then traversed lower. Baxter's balls were so full they were throbbing in his hands, hard and warm. He had to be so close.

"What if Daddy wants you to hurt a little for him? What if that’s what makes me happy?"

"Is it?" Baxter asked.

"Sometimes," Hagen admitted. "I'm not into masochism, baby boy, don't you worry. But didn't your spanking teach you that the right amount of pain can be intoxicating and arousing?"

"Yeah," Baxter said, sounding hesitant. "I'm not sure that applies to any kind of pain though."

"It doesn't," Hagen said, wrapping his hand around Baxter's right testicle, then squeezing.

Baxter yelped in shock, but Hagen slammed his cock inside him, while at the same time grabbing Baxter's dick and giving it a few sharp and fast squeezes. "Come for me, baby boy," he ordered him, putting all his dominance in that command.

And Baxter exploded in his hands, his body shaking as Hagen fucked him straight through his orgasm, not letting up with his thrusts until a sob felt from Baxter's lips. "Too much. Please, it's too much."

Hagen stopped thrusting, then wrapped both his arms around his boy and nuzzled his neck. “Perfect,” he breathed. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

The word home had gotten a whole new meaning for Baxter since he had moved in with Daddy. Well, not moved in as in permanently, but he'd been there a little over a week now, and it already felt more like a home than his trailer ever had. It was hard to deny the changes it had brought to his life. Not just in a practical sense, though of course those were the most obvious changes.

Having a safe place to live, a place where he didn't have to worry about his neighbors fighting again, that crazy guy on the corner pulling a gun on the squirrels who ate from his bird feeder, the constant issues with the leaking roof, and whatnot. Well, that leaking roof wouldn't be an issue anymore, considering he didn't have a roof in the first place, but living in a home like Daddy’s, that was completely different.

Then there was the change of not having to worry what to eat or how to get money for food or gas or clothes. Hagen had forced him to order a whole new set of clothes online, having it delivered the next day. That alone was a luxury Baxter had never had, and it felt good to wear something else for a change.

It had been an adjustment to not to have to work constantly. The first few days, he had been restless, not used to being at home and having time for himself. Hell, he'd read two fiction books. When was the last time that had happened?

He also had more than enough time for his college work, and he was proud to bring home the first proof of the results. Though maybe Daddy had already looked in the system and had seen his A minus on that paper. Either way, he couldn't wait to tell him.

When he walked in, Daddy was already in the kitchen, cooking their evening meal. Baxter had offered multiple times to help or even take over, but Daddy had said that for now, he wanted Baxter to take it easy and recover. He hung up his coat and put his shoes on the rack, then hurried into the kitchen. This time, he didn't have the patience to kneel for Daddy, too excited to tell him about his grades.

He held out the paper to him. "I got an A minus," he said jubilantly.

Daddy immediately put down the spoon he was holding to stir the pasta, then took the paper from him. "That's a wonderful result. I'm so proud of you. And Collins is not a professor who goes easy on her students. Good job, baby boy."

Baxter reached up for the kiss Daddy offered him, his praise a happy song in his heart. "Thank you, Daddy. I'm so excited. It's the first A minus I've scored so far."

"And well deserved, because I've seen how hard you worked. Let's go eat and you can tell me all about it."

Minutes later, they sat at the dinner table, Baxter happily chattering away about his paper.

"Baxter, did you have a specific goal in mind when you chose history as your major?" Daddy asked.

"I thought about going into journalism at first," Baxter said. "But then I did this summer internship for two weeks at the local newspaper, and it wasn't what I had expected."

"A local newspaper is not the same as a bigger, national one, and of course, there's TV journalism as well," Daddy said, and Baxter appreciated him for offering that broader perspective.

"I don't think I have the mentality necessary for journalism. I'm a little too nice is my guess. You have to be tough and cutthroat to survive."

Daddy nodded as he studied him, waiting to talk until he had swallowed his food. "That, I can see. So what are you thinking now?"

"I was thinking about that in the car," Baxter said. "Staying with you, it's made me wonder if the way I was living was worth it. I was working so hard just to be able to afford this college, but only getting passing grades because I didn't have the time to fully throw myself into it. I'm just wondering if that's the right way to go."

"What would be the alternative?" Daddy asked, and it struck Baxter that he was only asking questions, not offering any opinions at this point.

Baxter shrugged, his shoulders dropping a little. "I'm not sure. All I know is that I don't want to drop out of college. I'm scared that if I go back to working full-time now, I'll never be able to get my degree. I promised my dad, but I also promised myself."

Daddy reached across the table and took his hands. "Baxter, you are way too smart to drop out. I agree that you owe it to yourself to finish what you started. The question is if you should do it here."

"You have a stake in this," Baxter said, not wanting to ignore the elephant in the room. "If I dropped out, we could date publicly."

Daddy shot him a look. "Come sit with me," he said, his voice warm as he pointed toward his lap.

Baxter hadn't known how much he needed to be close to him until he settled himself on Daddy's lap, surrendering completely as he leaned against his chest.

"You're right," Daddy said. "I do have a stake in this. I want this to work between us. But that doesn't mean I'm telling you you should drop out of college or even that you should go to a different college. If we are serious about this, one of us will have to leave, but that might as well be me."

Baxter looked up at him, shocked. "You can't leave. You have tenure there."

The soft smile on Daddy's face reached deep inside him, hugging him from the inside. "That doesn't mean I’m more important than you. If anything, it may even be easier for me to find a different job than for you to switch colleges. We’ll talk about this, baby boy, and we’ll find a solution, you hear me?"

Baxter nodded, feeling better already, though he didn't want to leave this safe spot. Apparently, Daddy felt the same, because he grabbed the spoon and scooped up a bite of pasta, then held it out to Baxter, who opened his mouth on instinct. Daddy was feeding him, and if that wasn't the sweetest thing ever, Baxter didn't know what was.

They sat for a bit like that, Daddy alternating between feeding himself and feeding Baxter. "I've been thinking about going into teaching," Baxter said.

"You mean middle school or high school?" Daddy asked. "Because honestly, I could see you having an academic career as well."

Baxter laughed softly. "That's a big change of heart since accusing me of slacking, professor."

Daddy looked a little embarrassed. "I'm not proud of that, Baxter. I hope you know that. All I can say is that you attracted me from the start, and it made me very uncomfortable. But it's no excuse for how shortsighted and privileged I was in my judgment of you."

Baxter reached for a kiss, closing his eyes when Daddy's soft lips met his. How amazing was it that this gorgeous, caring man wanted him? That they were together? His heart cringed a little at the thought that it would end. But it didn't have to, he told himself. Everything Daddy was doing was showing him he was as serious about this as Baxter was.

"I've also thought about writing," Baxter confessed. "Not like biographies or historical accounts, but historical fiction, maybe? I read many of those that I really loved, and while I have no experience at all in this, it's something I might try?" His face tightened. "I feel so behind the curve that at twenty-seven, I still don't have a degree and no clue of where I'm going."

"I can imagine you feel like that, but be kind to yourself. Your circumstances were a little different than for most students. Besides, older students are a trend right now, what with the rising cost of colleges. There are more people who, like you, can't afford it right out of high school."

"I should've never dropped out to support Robert," Baxter said, feeling sad all over again he had been that gullible. "It sounded so logical when he proposed it, that he would get his degree first and start making good money, and then he would support me."

"You had no reason to assume he wasn't speaking the truth," Daddy said. "In fact, are you sure it was his intention to end your relationship the way it did from the start?"

That was an angle Baxter had never even considered. When Robert had walked out on him, he had concluded it had been his plan from the start, to use Baxter and then throw him away. "You're saying something happened along the way? Like, he stopped loving me but stayed with me for financial reasons?"

"It doesn't make it okay," Daddy said. "Let's be clear about that. What he did to you was a low and despicable thing, but all I'm saying is that I doubt he planned it from the start. That would've been a long con not many people would be capable of. I think it's more likely that toward the end of your relationship, he changed and fell out of love with you, though how that's possible I don't know."

Baxter met his eyes, those blue eyes that could be so cold and piercing, but also so warm and tender. And the suggestion in that simple line was deep, that Daddy couldn't imagine how anyone could fall out of love with Baxter. Did that mean that he…?

It was too early to think about that, and yet the simple mention of that word warmed Baxter's heart. "I should consider switching to a different, more affordable college at the end of this year," he said, bringing back the conversation to its original topic. "I can't help but wonder if it's going to be worth it. I mean, this college has a great reputation, but does that offset the costs and the sacrifices I have to make to stay here? Especially when I will be unable to graduate with great marks here, seeing how hard I would have to work to afford it. Maybe with a cheaper college, I could work less and get better grades."

"That's certainly a consideration to take seriously," Daddy said. It seemed like he wanted to add something, but then held it back. Baxter was curious about what. "I do hope you stay in this area," Daddy said after a little while.

Baxter smiled at him. "I have no intention of leaving."

"Neither do I," Daddy said, mirroring Baxter's smile, and it felt like he was saying a lot more than on the surface.