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Patreon Compilation – Fic#164 – Soldier76/OC – daddy kink; public play; Dom/sub; bratty sub – Testing Boundaries
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Soldier76/OC – himbo OC wants to rile up his daddy... and succeeds :)
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Jack had pulled a face the moment Sonny had started navigating them down the crowded street and toward a coffeeshop. He doesn’t like these places. They feel pretentious and too crowded even when nobody is in there at all.
Sonny knows that he doesn’t like them. So the mood is set the moment they step into the interior.
He has a tight expression on his face when he sits down.
Sonny just smiles at him with that vacantly charming grin that he has, dimples appearing on his cheeks but not quite able to appease Jack this time.
“I thought we’d go for a walk around the block. Into the park. Just… moving,” Jack bites out once the waitress had come and Sonny had all but crooned their orders to her. He’d chosen for Jack, knowing well that he doesn’t drink his coffee anything than black. He’s too old for all this… chic stuff.
“We will, we will,” Sonny is quick to assure him, reaching over the small table to clasp one of Jack’s hands. “It’s just a quick stop. Promise. We’ll be out of here the second we’ve finished our coffees.”
Jack can feel his expression souring further.
The waitress does not take long to bring them Sonny’s orders, and his smile becomes, if possible, even brighter. He winks at her with one of his bright blue eyes.
Jack is… burning inside. How dare this little slut flirt with the girl right in front of him? Especially since they both know he can’t get it up for anybody but his daddy… especially not for girls. This cheeky little…
When she’s gone, Jack jerkily juts his chin toward the restroom door.
“In there. Now.”
.oOo.
It’s not really a sane response to anything, but it feels like Sonny must have known he needed a good fuck for a while now. Jack feels infinitely better the moment he slams Sonny against the inside wall of a cubicle and slots his cock between his fat cheeks.
It’s always so hard to believe that someone so toned can have such a juicy ass… not that he would ever complain.
“You’ve been a naughty boy out there,” he growls into Sonny’s ear. It feels hot against his lips. He can practically taste the flush that is making Sonny’s tanned skin glow.
While his boy just gurgles a soft ‘daddy’, Jack grabs the hem of his shirt and starts to ruck it up until it is sitting under Sonny’s arms, giving him better access to his pecs. They got a nice little jiggle to them and he’s enjoyed more than once fucking the little bit of cleavage he gets… but for now he’s not interested in them beyond getting a nice grope in and listening to his boy’s breath getting shorter.
“I think you need a reminder how to treat your daddy, don’t you?”
He jerks his hips back, then forward, making a lewd slap echo in the otherwise empty bathroom as first his hips, then his balls hit against Sonny’s ass.
Oh, it’s nice and loud… can the waitress hear it outside? Does she know the pretty little jock is about to get his hole stretched on dick? Not to mention that they haven’t even tried to lock the bathroom doors… another customer could come waltz in at any second.
“Yes, daddy,” Sonny sighs. He looks so fucking happy with the position he is in; sticking his ass out with his shorts around his ankles and begging for that dick. If he weren’t so goddamn dumb, Jack would almost think that his boy had planned this outcome from the get-go…
But that couldn’t be, right? Sonny is sweet and gorgeous… but not very bright.
Makes for a great fuck, though. A phenomenal one, even. Jack spits on his fingers while rummaging around his pockets with the other hand. He does not need to search for Sonny’s hole; its muscles are swollen and obscene between his plump cheeks. A well-fucked fleshlight just for Jack’s engorged cock.
He pushes two fingers in without problem and Sonny takes them like the fucking champ he is. He grunts, his tongue lolling out, so damn close to dragging over the wall of their stall, littered with a few autographs and phone numbers of guys that would never be able to be as slutty and perfect as his boy.
Maybe he should make him lick it just to assert dominance… but he also wants to fuck him and not rub his back while he puked his guts out. So that was out of the question.
He reaches deep into him, scissoring his fingers apart and goes near cross-eyed when he feels how hot Sonny is inside. How well he takes his fucking fingers and the rude way he stuffs him with them. Should he just ram his dick into him dry and see how he fares with it? He doesn’t really care whether he howls loud enough to alert the little waiter girl outside… the sooner she knows that the flirt is more used to getting his ass stretched instead of stretching them, the better.
He’s almost ready to actually pull through… when he finally finds that package of lube. He grunts in triumph and pulls his fingers out.
Sonny sobs softly. He shuffles his feet as far apart as possible while hobbled by his own shorts, and sticks his ass out. His junk is swinging between his strong thighs, white as can be now that he hasn’t had much time these past few weeks to go sun bathing naked.
Fuck… Jack hadn’t thought the sight of Sonny’s tan lines would get him so good… but now that he is leaning back a little to get his cock nice and wet, he can see them and they’re driving him insane.
It’s been way too long since he fucked his boy… no wonder he’s been in such a piss poor mood. Goddamn work.
Well, he’s going to change that right now. He grabs Sonny by the hip with one hand and holds his dick steady with the other.
“Breathe in.” It’s the only warning he gives him before he puts his cock to that whorishly gaping hole and pushes in in one brutal, insanely satisfying thrust.
Sonny chokes on his own breath. He is scrabbling at the door and because they’re both big, muscular men, the divider rattles quite worryingly.
Can they already hear them outside? Jack isn’t sure… but he wants to make it perfectly clear anyway. Just one less coffeeshop they’ll be allowed in… it’s no skin off his nose, if he’s being honest. Fuck, Sonny feels so damn good on his cock.
“D-daddy,” he rasps, voice brittle at the edges. He pushes back into Jack, the muscles inside hugging his cock more securely. “The coffee’s getting cold…”
Jack barks a laugh, not particularly bothering in keeping his voice down.
“Oh? You want me to go faster? Huh? If the fucking coffee is your only worry, I’m doing something wrong. Let me rectify that.”
Sonny immediately starts stuttering, trying to appease him with some drivel, but Jack puts his hand on his head and mashes the side of his face against the partition for better leverage… and just generally be an asshole to Sonny’s empty headed sweetness as he starts to really lay into him, hips pounding, balls swinging and slapping against Sonny’s testicles every now and then.
The whole cubicle set-up is rattling. They’re not made for two muscle studs to fuck against them and it shows. Sonny is lifting his arms and can curl his fingers around the very top of the cubicle, holding on for dear life as his insides get re-arranged by Jack’s massive cock.
He tries so hard to keep quiet, bless his heart… but sooner or later Jack either outruns his short-term memory or Sonny just can’t keep it in anymore and he grunts like a pig as he gets rammed with cock over and over again, gurgling some indistinctive ‘daddy’s and ‘please’s as his hips do a weird wiggle, trying either to get away from the dicking or to somehow fuck his own dick into a nice, warm hole…
Sometimes Jack does give him a fleshlight to work over while he is being dicked, but they don’t have anything like it here, of course. So instead he grabs him by the hips to hold him nice and still.
One foot up on the edge of the toilet gives him enough leverage to lay into him harder. It’s true what they say… dumb just fucks better. It’s an irrefutable fact. Sonny takes cock better than anybody he’s ever met. Whether that is because he’s just that much of a slut or because he just… forgets to tighten up or some shit, Jack doesn’t know.
All he knows is that he wouldn’t want to change his boy up for the world. There’s just something too endearing about how he chokes on his own tongue and starts sobbing once Jack finds that magic angle and hits gold every damn time.
There’s no way they’ll be allowed back into the shop once they make their way out…
