Free Sins of the Father by Fyn Alexander Page A

cock lying limp against one thigh. “When did you know it was me?”
    Propping himself up on his elbows, Angel smiled at him and kissed his cheek. “Almost right away. I smelled you.”
    “What? I smell?”
    Giggling, Angel said, “You smell like you. Clean and manly and daddyish. I know your scent like you know mine.” Kael’s sense of smell rivaled an animal’s, and it seemed Angel’s was advanced too.
    “As long as it’s a good smell.”
    “It’s wicked good.” Angel leaned over and licked Kael’s face. “And you taste wicked good too. All over. At first my heart was pounding so hard I thought I was having a heart attack, and then I smelled you and the fear went away.”
    “Did you come?” Kael asked.
    “I couldn’t stop myself, Daddy. As soon as I knew it was you, I got hard. You know I love it when you hold me down.”
    “I need to wash my cock. I didn’t use a condom. I didn’t want to spoil the moment.” He laughed. “I didn’t want to give you a second to know it was me before I pinned you down.”
    Neither of them moved at once. Angel closed his mouth over Kael’s, probing deeply with his tongue. Kael had never had a relationship before Angel, only one-night-stand subs, and he never kissed them. Angel loved to kiss, and Kael had begun to find it arousing. His cock thickened again. Gently he pushed Angel away and got up to finish undressing.
    With a spring to his step, Angel skipped into the bathroom. By the time Kael walked in naked, the water was at the perfect temperature. Stepping under the rushing shower, he waited while Angel poured shower gel onto the loofah sponge and began to scrub Kael’s chest, and then he raised his arms while his armpits were scrubbed.
    “How was the job, Daddy?”
    “Fine. It was easy, just security.”
    “Not dangerous?”
    The memory of Romodanovsky kissing him and inviting him to bed filled his head again. The man was definitely dangerous. “It was fairly innocuous.”
    “Maybe you could take me on the next job, if it’s just routine and not dangerous.”
    “Don’t ask,” Kael said firmly.
    “Yes, Sir.” Angel accepted the reprimand and poured more gel onto the loofah. “Let me do your back.” After scrubbing Kael all the way down his back and legs, he put down the loofah and poured gel into his hands. Standing in front of Kael, looking directly into his eyes, Angel massaged it into Kael’s cock and balls, his slippery hands creating a wonderful, silky friction. Angel rubbed until all the gel was rinsed away.
    With one hand, Kael grabbed the back of Angel’s head, pulling him closer. He closed his mouth over Angel’s, shoving his tongue deep inside. The sweetness and softness of Angel’s mouth added to his intense arousal. The hands gliding over his cock and balls shot thick pulses of pleasure through his groin and around his hips to his buttocks.
    Grabbing Angel’s upper arms, Kael shoved the boy’s back against the wall and ground his mouth harder against Angel’s as his pleasure rose. When his orgasm flooded his body, he tore his mouth away, pressing his forehead against the wall, gasping.
    Gushing hot water poured over their bodies as Kael recovered. Then taking the loofah, he poured gel onto it and began to scrub Angel’s chest and back. Grinning up at him, the boy said, “This is nice, Daddy. You don’t usually wash me.”
    “No, that’s right. You’re the slave, and you have to wait on me hand and foot.” Angel took a step back and bowed at the waist, making Kael laugh.
    They finished bathing and dressed only in underwear. In the kitchen, Angel made dinner while Kael took his laptop and sat at the counter, watching him work. “What are you making?”
    “Chicken stir-fry, Daddy.”
    “That sounds good. Give me a Stella.”
    Angel took a beer from the fridge and a glass from the cupboard. Holding the glass up to the light, he eyeballed it to make sure it was perfectly clean. Carefully so as not to get too big a head on it,