Free Sins of the Father by Fyn Alexander

a nod and a serious look, Mattie said, “I know he’s not good-looking. He’s got that huge nose, but he’s a hell of a good laugh. He’s really fun company.”
    Always conscious of his own appearance and attractiveness, Mattie’s response made him feel rather shallow. “Personality is more important than looks,” he said at once. “I’ve never been able to make people laugh.”
    “You don’t have to, sir. All you have to do is stand there looking gorgeous.”
    Now he felt annoyed, like he was a piece of meat or something. But no one had ever asked him for everyday advice until he had Angel in his life. Angel asked him for advice all the time, and now Mattie was doing it too. It made him feel quite human. “Hotchkiss doesn’t set off any alarm bells for me. Give him a try.”
    “All right, I will. Thanks, sir.”
    “And if he does anything he shouldn’t, you tell me, and I’ll rip his balls off.”
    “Awww, sir, that’s really sweet.” The soft roundness of her smiling young face made him feel all warm and fuzzy despite her remark about his looks. “And it was great to work with you again.”
    “Go home and sleep, Mattie.” Kael watched her descend into the Westminster tube station, her blonde ponytail blowing in the wind.
    Now if only he could get Romodanovsky out of his head.

Chapter Four
    Lady Gaga blasted Kael the minute he got out of the lift. It could only be coming from his flat. It was after five, and Angel was definitely home. At least there was no Mrs. Chalmers to complain anymore. Inside the flat, the music was so loud it made his sensitive eardrums vibrate, but Angel did not come to the door as he usually did when Kael arrived home. He must not have heard him come in with that racket going on. He hung his jacket in the hall cupboard and wandered through the flat, looking for his boy.
    In the bedroom with his back to the door, dancing completely naked, was Angel. Entirely unselfconscious, he danced like he danced when Kael took him to the clubs. Graceful and yet wild at the same time. So cool. His thick blond hair bouncing as he shook his shoulders.
    Throwing his shirt on the floor, Kael unzipped his fly and pulled out his already lengthening cock, his eyes never leaving Angel’s back, watching for any sign that the boy knew he was there. Stealthily he came up behind him and, with his right hand, grabbed Angel’s right wrist, twisting his arm up his back. Kael knew exactly how to do it without hurting him or breaking the bones. And he knew how to do the opposite. With his left arm, he caught Angel around the chest. Standing solidly on his right leg, Kael wrapped his left around Angel’s ankles, knocking the boy’s feet from under him.
    Every movement was accomplished smoothly and swiftly. In two seconds, Angel was on his belly, pinned to the floor with Kael on top of him. A piercing cry of fear tore from the boy’s throat. For a moment, he fought to free himself, but taken by surprise, he was overwhelmed by Kael’s greater weight and size—and his much greater strength.
    Releasing Angel’s right wrist, Kael used his hand to spread the boy’s buttocks and position his cock at the arsehole. Precum offered some small lubrication, but the dryness was still evident, making Angel cry out again as Kael thrust deep inside him in one movement.
    With Angel’s face turned away from his, Kael was careful to give no indication that it was him. He did not speak or make a sound, though he wanted to grunt out his pleasure loudly. For long minutes, he thrust. At some point, Angel’s slender, pale body gave up the fight and lay limp beneath him, allowing himself to be reamed.
    With a last hard thrust, Kael pumped his fluids up Angel’s arse and collapsed on top of him. As his breathing slowed and steadied, he dropped all his weight onto Angel’s back.
    “Hi, Daddy.” Angel’s voice was quiet, perfectly serene.
    Kael rolled off onto his back, his trousers shoved down around his thighs and his