Comfort and Love
"G-d damn it, son of a fucking goat-humping whore!"
Those wonderful words could only come from the love of my life.
Having just come home from work and hearing your delicious cursing, I know immediately that your period is being a bitch. Time for Daddy to work his magic.
"I prefer it when you call me Daddy, or even Andy," I say teasingly, walking into the bedroom. You look up to bite back, but one look in my eyes and you can tell that I'm concerned, despite my tone.
"It hurts, Daddy," you say with tears in your beautiful eyes.
I immediately wrap you up in a hug and kiss your forehead. "Daddy's here Baby, I've got you, and I'm going to pamper you."
You try to protest, that I'd just gotten home and that it should be you pampering me. "Shhh, it's okay, it was a decent night and I feel good, now hush," I say, putting a finger to your lips.
You of course, even when in pain, are a brat and suck on the finger wickedly. I smother a moan, and look at you with smouldering eyes. "Damned slut," I mutter under my breath.
I get up and say, "Give me a minute and I'll be right with you Cubby."
"Okay Daddy," you say quietly, hugging the pillow to yourself.
I head off to the kitchen and heat up your wheetbag, on the way back I also grab some massage oil and some fluffy towels.
"Ohhhh honey, I'm baaack and have your wheetbag warm and toasty," I call in a campy sing-song voice, strutting into the room barechested, having just removed it.
You crack a smile at my ridiculousness and coo at me with a smirk. "Awww your Kiwi-isms are simply adowable, but thank you for the heating pad."
"I'm not adorable you homo, I'm rugged, manly and shit," I shoot back with a smile, comp hamming it up.
I sit next to you again and I look at you and melt, stroking your face and whispering words of comfort.
I give you a gentle kiss and then slowly start undressing you. My breath hitches as it always does when I see you naked, but I carry on, lying you down on the fluffy towels and heating pad.
"Ohhhh that feels good," you moan, almost sinfully.
I give you a loving look and say "it's about to feel even better my love," pulling out the massage oil.
I straddle you slowly, settling myself across the backs of your thighs, letting my body rest gently against yours. You’re warm beneath me, and I can feel the steady rhythm of your breath through your spine.
I drizzle a small stream of oil into my palms, the scent soft and familiar, just like you, and rub my hands together, warming it between them as heat builds from skin and intention.
Then, with care, I begin to work your shoulders. My thumbs press into the tight places I know too well, easing tension held in silence. I knead gently at first, then deeper, coaxing the knots to loosen beneath my fingers, murmuring soft encouragements into the curve of your neck.
Your muscles start to respond and relax and I feel inner relief that I can help you.
I trail my hands down the length of your back, slow and reverent, enjoying giving you some much needed relief.
As I reach the small of your back, I lean in, pressing a kiss to each spot I’ve tended. My lips follow in the wake of my palms.
"You're safe," I whisper, barely louder than a breath. "You're loved. Let me take care of you."
Your body melts beneath me, and I take my time. Just loving you with everything I have in my hands, my mouth, my heart.
I give you an unseen, wicked grin as my hands move to your ass, running over those smooth, glorious cheeks I adore. I knead them gently, kiss them sweetly, and tease with playful nips of my teeth, delighting in the way it makes you moan.
That sound spurs me on.
With aching reverence, I spread your cheeks, and my tongue traces between them, slow and deliberate. I circle your delicious hole with growing hunger, tasting you lovingly.
I hear you hiss through your teeth and groan, “Oh fuck yes, Daddy.”
My tongue dives deeper, flicking and probing, and I feel your whole body tremble as you press back against me, already undone.
You almost whine when I pull back and start working the back of your legs. "Soon baby, I'll give you more soon," I tell you with so much love. I see that some of your period blood has leaked down your legs, and so I lick it up, worshipping your essence.
I turn you over and pull you into a cuddle. "I love you so very much my beautiful boy, I'm going to work your front now," I say, seeking consent as always.
You pull me into a heated kiss and my heart skips and melts. "I trust you, my Andy," you almost whisper as the kiss breaks.
I drizzle the oil directly onto your moobs and wickedly watch you squirm, knowing that it would distract you from the dysphoria. I rub over your moobs and take a nipple into my mouth, sucking hard and running my teeth over them.
Your moans are like music to my ears and I suck harder, flicking my tongue over both of them before moving down to your poor tummy.
I gently run my fingers over your poor cramping stomach and cover it in smooches, before stopping at your cute bellybutton, I can't resist swirling my tongue inside it and I moan at the intimacy.
I look at you with a smug smirk before continuing to between your legs, you spread your legs eagerly for me and whine softly at my "patience slut."
I run my tongue up your inner thighs cleaning up all the blood that has dripped down them, I moan loudly at the taste and withhold the urge to devour you completely.. that will come, and so will you..
I relax between your legs and bury my nose in your public hair and scent deeply, inhaling the wonderful scent of my cub.
My tongue darts out and flicks over the head of your clit-cock and I hear you gasp. I know exactly what you want now, and so I take your swelling cock in my mouth sucking on it.
"Oh fuck Andy, that feels sooo fucking good..." I feel your hands in my hair guiding me lower to your Boycunt, and I gladly devour you hungrily.
Your mixture of blood and cream fills my mouth and I drink it all greedily, lapping at you completely before spreading your files and probing with my tongue.
"Don't you dare stop you dirty faggot, that feels so good," I hear you say, "fuck yes that's good..."
I murmur noisily against you and keep going, feeling you buck and rock against my mouth, pulling me closer.
I can tell that the pressure is building, and you're getting closer, so I add a finger inside and curl it towards me, making you moan.
"Fuck Andy, omg don't you dare stop.. fuckk I'm gonna.. ahhh" is sweet music again to me as the heat rises and the pressure builds.
And then it comes, in floods, as you explode against my face, blood and juices running down my chin. "Fuck yes Daddy, that was so good," you gasp as the last tremors ride through you.
"Mmm such a good boy," I murmur smugly, "and so fucking delicious." I gather you into a cuddle and wrap the fluffy towels around us like a coccoon.
"What about you, don't you want me Daddy?" You say shyly, suddenly feeling vulnerable.
"Oh honey, of course I want you, Torahlly," I coo, making one of our inside jokes, "and believe me I'm going to dick you down so hard once you have gotten some rest, but this was about you."
You pull me into a kiss and murmur,"Good, because Cubby needs a good dicking."
"Then be a good typical Husband and get some rest after your big O."
I feel you snicker against my chest hair as you snuggle deeper and I happily wrap my arms around you and hold you until the morning, or whatever time we wake for the next round..
Those wonderful words could only come from the love of my life.
Having just come home from work and hearing your delicious cursing, I know immediately that your period is being a bitch. Time for Daddy to work his magic.
"I prefer it when you call me Daddy, or even Andy," I say teasingly, walking into the bedroom. You look up to bite back, but one look in my eyes and you can tell that I'm concerned, despite my tone.
"It hurts, Daddy," you say with tears in your beautiful eyes.
I immediately wrap you up in a hug and kiss your forehead. "Daddy's here Baby, I've got you, and I'm going to pamper you."
You try to protest, that I'd just gotten home and that it should be you pampering me. "Shhh, it's okay, it was a decent night and I feel good, now hush," I say, putting a finger to your lips.
You of course, even when in pain, are a brat and suck on the finger wickedly. I smother a moan, and look at you with smouldering eyes. "Damned slut," I mutter under my breath.
I get up and say, "Give me a minute and I'll be right with you Cubby."
"Okay Daddy," you say quietly, hugging the pillow to yourself.
I head off to the kitchen and heat up your wheetbag, on the way back I also grab some massage oil and some fluffy towels.
"Ohhhh honey, I'm baaack and have your wheetbag warm and toasty," I call in a campy sing-song voice, strutting into the room barechested, having just removed it.
You crack a smile at my ridiculousness and coo at me with a smirk. "Awww your Kiwi-isms are simply adowable, but thank you for the heating pad."
"I'm not adorable you homo, I'm rugged, manly and shit," I shoot back with a smile, comp hamming it up.
I sit next to you again and I look at you and melt, stroking your face and whispering words of comfort.
I give you a gentle kiss and then slowly start undressing you. My breath hitches as it always does when I see you naked, but I carry on, lying you down on the fluffy towels and heating pad.
"Ohhhh that feels good," you moan, almost sinfully.
I give you a loving look and say "it's about to feel even better my love," pulling out the massage oil.
I straddle you slowly, settling myself across the backs of your thighs, letting my body rest gently against yours. You’re warm beneath me, and I can feel the steady rhythm of your breath through your spine.
I drizzle a small stream of oil into my palms, the scent soft and familiar, just like you, and rub my hands together, warming it between them as heat builds from skin and intention.
Then, with care, I begin to work your shoulders. My thumbs press into the tight places I know too well, easing tension held in silence. I knead gently at first, then deeper, coaxing the knots to loosen beneath my fingers, murmuring soft encouragements into the curve of your neck.
Your muscles start to respond and relax and I feel inner relief that I can help you.
I trail my hands down the length of your back, slow and reverent, enjoying giving you some much needed relief.
As I reach the small of your back, I lean in, pressing a kiss to each spot I’ve tended. My lips follow in the wake of my palms.
"You're safe," I whisper, barely louder than a breath. "You're loved. Let me take care of you."
Your body melts beneath me, and I take my time. Just loving you with everything I have in my hands, my mouth, my heart.
I give you an unseen, wicked grin as my hands move to your ass, running over those smooth, glorious cheeks I adore. I knead them gently, kiss them sweetly, and tease with playful nips of my teeth, delighting in the way it makes you moan.
That sound spurs me on.
With aching reverence, I spread your cheeks, and my tongue traces between them, slow and deliberate. I circle your delicious hole with growing hunger, tasting you lovingly.
I hear you hiss through your teeth and groan, “Oh fuck yes, Daddy.”
My tongue dives deeper, flicking and probing, and I feel your whole body tremble as you press back against me, already undone.
You almost whine when I pull back and start working the back of your legs. "Soon baby, I'll give you more soon," I tell you with so much love. I see that some of your period blood has leaked down your legs, and so I lick it up, worshipping your essence.
I turn you over and pull you into a cuddle. "I love you so very much my beautiful boy, I'm going to work your front now," I say, seeking consent as always.
You pull me into a heated kiss and my heart skips and melts. "I trust you, my Andy," you almost whisper as the kiss breaks.
I drizzle the oil directly onto your moobs and wickedly watch you squirm, knowing that it would distract you from the dysphoria. I rub over your moobs and take a nipple into my mouth, sucking hard and running my teeth over them.
Your moans are like music to my ears and I suck harder, flicking my tongue over both of them before moving down to your poor tummy.
I gently run my fingers over your poor cramping stomach and cover it in smooches, before stopping at your cute bellybutton, I can't resist swirling my tongue inside it and I moan at the intimacy.
I look at you with a smug smirk before continuing to between your legs, you spread your legs eagerly for me and whine softly at my "patience slut."
I run my tongue up your inner thighs cleaning up all the blood that has dripped down them, I moan loudly at the taste and withhold the urge to devour you completely.. that will come, and so will you..
I relax between your legs and bury my nose in your public hair and scent deeply, inhaling the wonderful scent of my cub.
My tongue darts out and flicks over the head of your clit-cock and I hear you gasp. I know exactly what you want now, and so I take your swelling cock in my mouth sucking on it.
"Oh fuck Andy, that feels sooo fucking good..." I feel your hands in my hair guiding me lower to your Boycunt, and I gladly devour you hungrily.
Your mixture of blood and cream fills my mouth and I drink it all greedily, lapping at you completely before spreading your files and probing with my tongue.
"Don't you dare stop you dirty faggot, that feels so good," I hear you say, "fuck yes that's good..."
I murmur noisily against you and keep going, feeling you buck and rock against my mouth, pulling me closer.
I can tell that the pressure is building, and you're getting closer, so I add a finger inside and curl it towards me, making you moan.
"Fuck Andy, omg don't you dare stop.. fuckk I'm gonna.. ahhh" is sweet music again to me as the heat rises and the pressure builds.
And then it comes, in floods, as you explode against my face, blood and juices running down my chin. "Fuck yes Daddy, that was so good," you gasp as the last tremors ride through you.
"Mmm such a good boy," I murmur smugly, "and so fucking delicious." I gather you into a cuddle and wrap the fluffy towels around us like a coccoon.
"What about you, don't you want me Daddy?" You say shyly, suddenly feeling vulnerable.
"Oh honey, of course I want you, Torahlly," I coo, making one of our inside jokes, "and believe me I'm going to dick you down so hard once you have gotten some rest, but this was about you."
You pull me into a kiss and murmur,"Good, because Cubby needs a good dicking."
"Then be a good typical Husband and get some rest after your big O."
I feel you snicker against my chest hair as you snuggle deeper and I happily wrap my arms around you and hold you until the morning, or whatever time we wake for the next round..
