While he sleeps...

STEIN

“I think it's time for you to settle down, Stein,” Dad said, his sharp voice cutting through the phone the second I took his call. “You're 25, and that's old enough to have a family. Your mother and I have found the perfect partner for you. We have a family dinner with them on Friday, and I need you home and on your best behaviour."

I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling the start of a headache. I always had one whenever I spoke to the bastard who called himself my father, a man who had tortured my mother, stood by and watched her die while his mistress took everything.

I'd acted as if I were a fool, let them think they had me under their control, just for the right time. Soon.

I could almost taste my revenge. It was more potent than Kai's cum, and that was fucking saying something.

"Stein?" His voice cut through my thoughts.

"I don't think —" 

“There's no excuse for this. I have already spoken to the other party's parents even though it took days negotiating,” he murmured the last words, as if they weren't meant for my ears. “All you need is to show up. Your mum and I will arrange everything.”

“But —”

I started once again, and he cut me right off. “Be home early. I won't entertain any excuse from you,” he said, before adding, “This is for the family. The least you can do is to be productive for once and take away some burden on your younger brother's shoulder,” he said before I heard the click. 

The bastard just hung up on me.

I stared at the phone until my knuckles went white. The screen cracked under my thumb, and I didn’t even remember squeezing. 

He had called that bitch my mum, like he hadn’t watched the real one choke on her blood while his whore warmed his bed. 

After mum died, he treated me like a slave, always forcing me to give everything up for the son of his mistress.

Be productive for once…

That was what he said, as if I wasn't the one holding the company up on my shoulders. Without me, he would have gone down a long time ago.

Fine. 

He wanted me home on Friday, and on my best behaviour. He’d get me, and he’d regret every second. 

Kai's the only partner I want. I won't settle for less.

….

To calm myself down, I had driven over to see Kai. He was the only one who could calm my inner demons at the moment, and I needed him so badly.

I slipped into his house, as I had done countless times, undetected. My legs carried me straight to the place I knew he was, his bedroom. He had looked tired this evening when he drove home, so I didn't need to actually check if he was asleep. He undoubtedly would be.

My dick stirred at the delicious sight as I stepped into the room and drank him in, from his tousled hair to his parted lips. I stepped closer and pulled a chair close so I could watch him while wanking. I dropped the small bag I brought with me and made quick work of my zip before I sat down on the chair and wrapped my hand around my dick. I was starved for him, and only he could satisfy me. 

Keeping my gaze fixed on his face, I stroked my dick slowly, running my fist from the top to the bottom. 

I leaned forward in the chair and the wood creaked under my weight until I was close enough to smell him. I inhaled his sweet, manly scent, letting it fill my lungs while my cock throbbed in my hand.

I started moving again, slower now as I imagined how it would be, feeling his hands on me, while my thumb stroked the head of my cock, spreading the wetness that had beaded there.

The pressure built, inevitable as a tide, and I let it come without fighting or rushing it. My jaw clenched as heat flooded my veins, and my hand moved faster.

I came with a silent shudder, my body bowing forward, and my cum splattered on the floor, with a few finding its way to my stomach. Panting, I continued stroking it, this time, pointing my cock towards my oblivious sleeping fantasy, until I had no cum left to milk. 

I reached into the bag at my feet and pulled out a small white hand towel. I wiped myself first to clean the mess from my skin, then I knelt on the floor and carefully soaked up the spill on it. Not all of it, though. I left a little stain for him to find later and wonder about.

The rest was in the towel, and I folded it a specific way to create a concentrated patch before standing and walking to the side of his bed. My shadow fell over him, yet he didn't stir as his lips unconsciously parted in an invitation. 

I crouched, and my free hand hovered near his face as I brought the folded corner of the towel to his mouth and gently brushed it against his lower lip. When he made a soft, muffled sound, his tongue darted out to wet his lips, and it touched the fabric. 

My breath caught as I pressed a little more, and his mouth opened on a sigh, just enough for me to feed the cloth between his lips and watch his face as his brow furrowed slightly before his tongue started moving.

I had to stifle back a groan as I watched him suck my cum. The muscle in his throat jumped when he swallowed. Even in his sleep, he was eager for it.

When he had taken all the cum I packed for him, I pulled the towel away, but his lips stayed open, glistening, and I leaned in close enough to feel the heat of his breath on my cheek. I didn't kiss his lips like I wanted to. I was actually saving my first kiss for when he's conscious.

I let my gaze travel down his body to where the sheet was tangled around his hips, and I reached out with steady fingers towards it. I dragged the sheet to reveal the plain black boxer-briefs he slept in.

And just like I did the night before, I stroked him until he was ready to let go. Holding his dick, I got my phone up and opened the camera. I aimed just as his back arched clear off the bed and his mouth opened in a silent cry. I took the picture, capturing that intense, rare moment.

He froze, and for one terrifying second, his eyes flew open. It was unfocused and clouded with sleep as he looked right at me, or through me, into the light. Then his eyelids fluttered, and he collapsed back onto the pillow with a deep, shuddering breath. He was gone again.

I tucked the phone away and pulled his briefs back gently. I smoothed the sheet over his hips before standing on weak legs.

“You did well, Kia. I'm proud of you,” I whispered as I leaned over the bed and bent closer. My lips touched his forehead where the skin was damp with sweat. I held the kiss there for a three-count, then I straightened up and looked at him one last time before I left, sated. I was ready to tackle my father and the bastard he wanted me to get married to.

I still needed time to get Kai's father to agree to the ideas I planted in his head. Until I get his response, I won't let that bastard of a father chain me to someone else.