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“Are you sure about tonight?” Berenger asked, coming into the solarium. Ancel, playing with Feu-Feu on the plush Vaskian rug, smiled up at him.
“Sounds like you’re the one who’s not sure,” the gorgeous boy said tartly, his elfin face lovely with relaxation and playfulness.
Berenger sat on the floor. It was becoming a new habit, courtesy of Ancel’s enjoyment of sprawling everywhere lazily. Evidently, his boyfriend enjoyed the expansive, understated luxury of Berenger’s country home, adding little touches of color here and there, growing more comfortable and at ease as he spent more time here.
The serene solarium was a particular favorite of theirs. Ancel said it made him feel like a princess in her tower, and jokingly demanded the installation of an aviary, before Berenger reminded him that birds tended to drop liquid missiles and needed routine and caretaking.
Berenger liked seeing Ancel in the room because the warm sunlight made his lustrous hair gleam copper, his eyes shift into a stunning bottle-green, and his freckles look particularly fetching, especially when so many were exposed all at once.
He hooked his chin over his boyfriend’s shoulder, amused at the antics of the mischievous kitten that resembled him so well. In the month-and-a-half they’d been together, the ravenous monster had doubled in size and dwarfed its white-furred sibling.
It had been weeks of bliss, getting to know Ancel, and discovering hidden aspects of himself as well. It wasn’t a foreign feeling to want to pinch himself at random moments in the day.
His grumpy secretary Parsins had even begun to warm up to his vivacious beauty. The Ancel that he’d come to know after their reconciliation was much more unfiltered and authentic than the man he’d first met all those months ago, a routine morning at the stables that would change his life forever.
Even more endearing were the soft parts of Ancel, first shining through his glossy veneer that first day, only growing more pronounced—his kindness, playfulness, and force of will. He had a sharp perception and emotional intelligence, but had moments of insecurity where he donned his flighty, airy persona as armor.
Berenger was only too happy to play along, to be solid ground while his firecracker regained his keel. It was no hardship, when Ancel always showed him his true face, and often forced Berenger to look at his own as well.
He hadn't expected to enjoy the sugar daddy dynamic this much, especially the intimacies that went on in private spaces… Like when Ancel played the brat a little too whinily, and Berenger got to fuck it out of him.
He was also pleasantly surprised at how much he relished in giving Ancel gifts. His lover always reacted with such unabashed appreciation, his eyes shiny from the knowledge that Berenger had been thinking of him. The joy that glowed on the beautiful boy’s face always made his heart squeeze, knowing more of his past now.
That Ancel was a survivor was indubitable. He’d slowly bared these more fragile, painful parts of his history in the time they’d been together, afraid of Berenger’s reaction and yet bravely determined in the face of it. On one particularly heartbreaking night, he’d curled into Berenger’s embrace, his voice like a young child’s, lost and afraid.
Berenger had reassured him with kisses. “Darling, you've made me the happiest I've ever been. I still ask myself what you’re doing with me. You could have anyone, Ancel. Someone who could give you even more. When you danced at the festival, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. You were so fearless, and powerful. And your talent—gods, that costume. I’ll never forget how you looked.”
“I don’t want anyone else,” Ancel had said, blowing his nose on Berenger’s handkerchief. “Even if you weren’t loaded… Ber, I’d never fucked anyone without it being for money…”
He shushed him. “You’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met, and I still can’t believe you wanted me, too.”
Berenger had always been awkward in social situations, with his fixation on horses and apparent dreariness, but Ancel, unimaginably, understood him so well. His lovely boy accepted him and teased him good-naturedly about his quirks in equal measure, breathing life into Berenger with his infectious vivacity.
Ancel, too, seemed to find a steadying influence in Berenger, whose instincts would not let him be anything but indulgent, protective, and honest with the man who danced exquisitely and brought his heart alive with it. Ancel seemed to grow lighter in the weeks since the harvest festival, becoming more reassured and open. It was beautiful to behold.
Berenger’s biggest gift to him so far was a selfish one. Ancel still seemed a little frightened of the large horses, but he’d teared up a little at meeting the docile strawberry roan named Ruby that Berenger surprised him with one day, adorned in a green rhinestone bridle to match his lover’s eyes.
The lover in question had applied a conviction to his riding lessons that had progressed to him stiffly trotting in circles now. He made quite a vision in his riding boots and tight breeches, jolting in his bespoke saddle behind the prettily-plaited mane he did himself every time he came to visit.
“—listening to me?” Ancel’s voice cut into his pleasant daydreaming.
“Sorry, darling,” he said with a sheepish smile, and his boyfriend snorted good-naturedly. He’d gotten used to Berenger spacing out on occasion and took no affront at it.
“I was asking about tonight,” the redhead said, biting his lip.
“I’m looking forward to it, to be honest,” Berenger said hesitantly, “but I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
“I really want to try it out. It could even be an idea for a new video.”
Berenger had become a faceless participant in Ancel’s OnlyFans, to the chagrin of some. Most of his audience, however, noticed and fed off how much more vocal his vixen got when the mystery partner was involved, and he’d gotten an uptick in followers.
If any of Berenger’s acquaintances ever ended up connecting the dots, he didn’t care. Let them choke on their envy.
Ancel had floated the idea for tonight the week before, jumping on Berenger’s lap in his home office and presenting him with a sparkly, pink box. Inside had been a sleek black prostate vibrator, and next to it, a matching adjustable cock ring. There was a QR code on the first page of the instructions, and all the blood in his body rushed to his cock as he realized that it was an app-controlled toy.
“What if,” his vixen had purred, “we went out for dinner and a movie, and I wore this?”
Ancel was wearing a flirty sundress with cute pastel sneakers, the picture of a mouthwateringly innocent girl-next-door. He’d pulled half his hair up in a bun and sported a necklace with a cat pendant with peridot eyes, a cherished first present from Berenger.
Beneath the dress, he’d put on a lace lingerie set. Berenger had gotten a tantalizing glimpse when he’d bent over Ancel his desk earlier and inserted the toy before flipping him over to put the cock ring on.
A populous and slightly upscale bar had been chosen, and he’d reserved them a table where their… indiscretions would hopefully go unnoticed.
He’d ordered for the both of them, an act that Ancel liked sometimes, and their drinks had just arrived when he turned on the vibrator at its lowest setting. Across the booth, Ancel’s eyes gleamed like cat’s, excitement and nerves flitting across his face.
“Are you comfortable, darling?” Berenger asked, and his spitfire smirked and twirled his hair coyly in response.
It was an altogether pleasant date. They ate, drank, and flirted as they always did. Ancel was just much squirmier tonight.
Berenger kept it at a less intense setting, turning it on and off sporadically and randomizing the vibrations and pulses on the app interface. Ancel’s eyes had grown hooded, his mouth open, his skin flushed pink. The beautiful boy ate with none of his usual speed, closing his eyes in concentration as he chewed.
In a move nearly as torturous to himself as it was to Ancel, Berenger insisted on dessert, a lavish chocolate affair. He pushed the vibrations past the earlier ceiling he’d set, and he nearly came in his pants at the sight of Ancel’s eyes crossing as he sucked on his desert spoon.
They walked hand-in-hand down the street to the nearby cinema where Berenger, thoughtfully, had reserved tickets for a deluxe theater, which featured comfy recliners that sat two. He’d deliberately chosen last-row seats for a loud action flick; fortunately, the more expensive seats meant the theater was emptier than he’d initially feared.
As the lights went down and the film began to play, he took out his phone and began to tinker with the interactive controls on the app. Before long, Ancel was curled into Berenger’s side, whimpering and squirming as his skirt lifted with a growing bulge.
“Darling,” Berenger murmured into his hair. “What’s the matter?”
“Ooh,” huffed Ancel. “You’re so mean.”
In admonishment, Berenger cranked up the settings even higher. “You wanted this.”
Ancel gave a gasp, his face scrunching adorably, and Berenger smoothed his hair in a comforting gesture.
“Are you enjoying the movie?” Berenger murmured into his ear, and then slid the controller even higher on the screen.
His vixen was panting heavily now, red-faced and piteous as he humped the side of Berenger’s thigh. The tight cock ring was choking his dick, preventing him from coming.
“This isn’t proper behavior in public, darling,” mocked Berenger gently.
He jumped as Ancel’s hand grasped tightly around his erection. “I want to come. Now.”
“Tsk. The movie’s not even halfway done yet.” He cranked it up to the strongest setting.
There was a strangled sound, and then the startling pain of teeth biting into his shoulder. His deviant cock gave a little gush of precome at the sight of his usually self-assured lover so flustered and discomposed, lips bitten red and pupils so enlarged only a thin ring of green iris remained.
“I said now,” whined Ancel prettily, and then they were rushing out the theater doors and into the blessedly empty bathroom.
Berenger kicked open the door on the last stall, and then they were inside, kissing dirtily. Ancel unzipped him and took out his cock, tugging on it frantically, and Berenger reached under his skirt to expose the pretty erection from behind its lace barrier.
Gingerly, he applied the contents of a packet of lube and removed the cock ring, not wanting to cause pain. He relished the little squeal that came at the sensation of blood flooding back in. Tucking Ancel to his side, he began to stroke him with firm, even motions, as his other hand tapped the button on his phone to keep the vibrations on the highest setting.
“F-f-fuck,” Ancel said, eyes crossing once again, and then he was digging his nails into Berenger’s shoulder and moaning sluttily as he shot a stream of thick come all over his hand.
Berenger pocketed his phone and covered Ancel’s mouth with his hand. It was a prolonged orgasm, Ancel jerking in his arms as Berenger continued to stroke his still-hard dick. It was some moments before Ancel tensed and turned to Berenger, eyes wide with alarm.
“Shit!” he hiccupped. “Ber, it feels weird!”
“Weird how?” panted Berenger, eyes still zeroed in his hands sliding up and down the hot length, coating it in pearly fluid.
“Like I might… might…”
He reached down to turn off the toy, and then carefully slid it out. He shifted behind Ancel, pressing a kiss to his neck as he smeared his lover’s release onto his straining erection, before filling his burning hot channel with one hard thrust of his cock.
Ancel howled, and Beringer hastily covered his mouth with his hand. Gods. His boy’s hole was a satiny soft embrace around his dick, all loose from the vibrator and fluttery from his recent orgasm.
“I don’t mind,” he said. “Go on, darling.”
To punctuate his point, he set a rapid pace, matching the snap of his hips to the strokes of his fist. The sound of his thighs smacking against Ancel’s pretty, freckled ass cheeks was punctuated with his beautiful vixen's little squeals. It was the most wonderful, pornographic soundtrack.
“Oh,” came the weak, plaintive cry, and then his lover was a dead weight against him as a torrent of clear fluid spurted from the head of his twitching cock, coming in spurts, like the spray of a bottle of champagne.
Ancel’s entire body flushed a delectable red, juddering helplessly against him. The sight and sensation of it was enough to trigger Berenger’s cock. He unloaded deep in Ancel’s body, a hot gush of thick fluid that felt like it went on forever. Groaning and grunting, he fisted that fragrant red hair and buried his face in its silken curtain.
Eventually, he softened and pulled out. Ancel’s hole was loose with relaxation, and Berenger pushed a drip of his come back into it. He slid the vibrator back in, to act as a plug till they got home and had access to a shower.
Although the thought of a trickle of his come running down Ancel’s thighs, past his flirty sundress, down to his innocent-looking white sneakers… Well. That was something to be explored another day.
He knelt and lapped at the stray drops of his release on the mounds of Ancel’s perfect, juicy, ass. The lace thong was utterly ruined, soaked with Ancel’s come. Berenger drew it down his legs and stuffed it into his pocket as he stood back up.
He pulled Ancel closer and held him, nuzzling into his glorious copper hair. They stood in silence, basking in mutual satiation.
Eventually, Ancel turned in his arms. His smile was soft and quivering as he leaned in, nuzzled their noses together, and kissed him delicately.
"I love you, Daddy," he said intently, arms around Berenger’s neck. His face was soft and glowing.
Berenger’s eyes filled with tears. He returned the kiss, savoring Ancel’s taste and feel, wanting to remember this moment forever.
“I love you too, Princess.”
Ancel’s heart stopped at the sight of the fine black velvet, and the tokens of Berenger’s love and devotion that lay sparkling atop it.
Emeralds, to match his eyes. That’s what his ridiculous man had said, sitting on the rug in the solarium. It was an exorbitant Winter Solstice gift, one that clearly indicated his indulgent sugar daddy had jumped on the holiday as an excuse.
Only Berenger would see a continent-wide holiday as an opportunity to present Ancel with this—this—
It was a jaw-droppingly opulent set of finely-cut emeralds inlaid in gold. There was a pair of dangling earrings, a choker, a bracelet, and the piece de resistance —a navel ring. It must have cost a small fortune. Maybe even half a stable, whatever that meant.
“You’re spoiling me rotten,” he said in disbelief, running his hands reverently over the fine craftsmanship and glittering stone and metal.
“It’s not as good as yours,” said Berenger. “You made my gift, after all.”
Ancel had sewn him a terracotta jacket, beautifully tailored with piped seam lines and smartly embellished with tasteful hardware. It was a shade of brown. Kind of.
Berenger still had it draped over his shoulders and was particularly beautiful like this, in the warm morning glow of the solarium. Today, he was exquisitely mussed and lax, yet childlike and needy in a way he seemed unaware of.
Certainly, last night’s declarations had changed something between both of them. They hadn’t even gone for a second round when they got home, cuddling and talking in bed instead. Ancel had felt floaty and warm, safely tucked in Berenger’s arms.
He ran his fingers along his man’s strong, stubbled jaw. Berenger’s body hair had been a mouthwatering and welcome surprise under all his staid clothing, flatteringly accentuating his sleekly toned body. Though habitually clean-shaven at first, the doting man had noticed Ancel’s particular enjoyment of his five-o-clock shadow, and started maintaining it at just the right length. The soft skin between Ancel’s legs, often pink and tingling with friction, was testament to that.
He kissed Berenger, conveying his appreciation with every press of his lips. “Thank you. I love them.”
Berenger helped him put on the jewelry, and Ancel preened for him, still giddy with disbelief.
He posed dramatically. “Well?”
His ‘boring,’ precious, lovely Berenger grinned broadly at him. “Luxury suits you, Princess.”
“I’ll wear them for you when you take me to bed,” Ancel purred, settling into his lap and wrapping his arms around the man’s neck.
“Well,” Berenger said, clearing his throat. His face was flushed adorably. “While we’re recently on the matter of trying new things…”
“Are you finally ready for me to top you?” Ancel breathed, eyes widening.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since you brought it up, darling. I’m…nervous,” came the whispered confession, Berenger’s warm hands squeezing his waist involuntarily. “But excited.”
“I’ll take care of you, Ber,” Ancel said softly, tenderly kissing his boyfriend’s forehead.
“Of that, I have no doubt,” his Daddy said, burying his face in Ancel’s messy hair.
On the rug beside them, Feu-Feu attacked his own tail. The sunshine pouring through the skylight blanketed them in warmth; the morning stillness was broken only by the sound of horses raucously neighing in the paddock beyond the house.