bakerstreet | It's all yours, baby

Doesn't everyone like to be pampered and spoiled? You could certainly understand the desire. How about receiving the benefits of experience and knowledge...through someone else, someone older than you and more distinguished? Be good, then, and you'll be rewarded. Be bad - well, remember: a punishment isn't off the table for someone with your youth.

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They're so young - yet so, so tempting. But you know what they say. The more forbidden the fruit, the sweeter the juice. They're absolutely off-limits. And wouldn't you love to taste them, no matter if you feel guilty or not? Look at yourself. Do you feel like a pervert? This person could be an outlier, or maybe you've always had a weakness, even if you didn't realize it before. At least you can take care of them like few others chasing after them could. You know exactly what they want and need.

Comment with your character, information, and what role they'll play.
Is there an age gap? Is this actually illegal? It could be kink play, though, or characters acting older and younger.
Please note that there also doesn't need to be daddy kink "play" if you don't want it. There could just be an older/younger or an inexperienced/refined dynamic. Just be sure to clarify how heavy or light you'd prefer to go.
Older ladies are fine, too.
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Prompto allows himself to be manoeuvred into position, moving almost eagerly. He grips the rim of the bath, ready, and honestly the anticipation is almost making it worse.

"I'm ready," he says almost instantly, tone pushy and desperate "Come on, please..."

"I sincerely doubt that," he notes mildly as he opens Prompto once more with his fingers and carefully slides the head in, pausing to let the younger man get a feel for what this much thicker intrusion might require. He doesn't wait long, though, before manuevering his hips to press in further, hands steady on Prompto's hips as he leans in to press a kiss to the boy's shoulders.

"That's it, that's it, such a beautiful boy, so perfect, everything I could ever hope for. Tight and sweet and eager. Mmm, yes."

Which is punctuated by a shift in his position, pressing the head of his dick to the spot that had had Prompto panting only a few moments before. One hand lifts to settle at Prompto's shoulder, fingers curling between that and his neck.

There's no other word than 'exquisite' for this. His hands tighten just a little ast he listens to see how the boy might be feeling about it.

Prompto wriggles his hips impatiently, only just stopping himself shoving back when he feels Ardyn begin to push in. It's a good job he doesn't because even after the preparation from Ardyn's fingers it takes him a little while to get used to being stretched quite so much, and he has to take a few calming breaths to force himself to relax. There's still a deliciousness to it, a pleasant feeling, and once he gets used to the thickness and Ardyn starts moving the pleasure begins to build again very quickly.

The words are as much of an aphrodisiac as the movement, hungry as he is for praise, and he moves back against Ardyn with a whimper of need - a whimper that only gets louder when the other man manages to hit the right spot.

"Yes, daddy, you feel so good inside me, fuck me harder, please," he's rock hard without another touch beyond Ardyn's grip on his shoulder and him moving inside, and he's pretty sure it won't be long before he's ready to come again.

"Of course, sweet boy," and his voice sounds like he's inches from Prompto's ear even as the main point of connection between them remains at the hip.

The first thrust is quick but no less smooth, angled just so, leaving Ardyn entirely buried in Prompto. He draws back the same way before establishing a rhythm, watching and listening to ensure that Prompto is feeling precisely what he intends even as he lets his senses focus on the tight heat around him and the soft skin under his hands.

"Is that... good... sweet boy?"

"So good," Prompto gasps his breathless reply, he's a mess underneath Ardyn, arms trembling to hold himself on the edges of the top as the pleasure wrecks through him, almost every exhale is a gasp or a moan.

" Oh, gods, daddy, it's so good, feels so good, I'm gonna cum again, harder, faster, please," the words come out in a meaningless ramble

It's all yours, baby

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