Chapter 25: Until He Cried My Name

He sat on the edge of the bed, watching Kayden move about in silence. Lately, their intimacy had shifted, Kayden no longer initiated anything. He just slept, curled up with his back turned, leaving Thaddeus wondering if something had changed between them. Thaddeus had never been the one to start it before… but tonight, he wanted him.

Even so, he could tell Kayden was tired. His eyes were half-lidded, his body already dragging toward the comfort of the sheets.

Still, Thaddeus spoke before he could stop himself. "Shower with me."

Kayden froze mid-step. For a second, the heaviness in his body vanished as his eyes widened in surprise.

"Wait… are you serious?" he asked, straightening immediately.

Thaddeus met his gaze and gave a small nod. "Yes."

And just like that, sleep vanished completely from Kayden's face. "You should've said that earlier," he murmured, already fumbling to unbutton his shirt.

Thaddeus didn't say anything else. He began undressing as well, his movements slower, more deliberate, never taking his eyes off Kayden, who had suddenly become so full of life again.

Without another word, the two of them stepped into the bathroom together, steam slowly filling the space like a silent curtain around them.

The moment Thaddeus reached out to turn on the shower, a voice stirred behind him, soft, teasing, yet laced with unmistakable heat.

"Daddy… you're naked," Kayden said, his eyes glinting with mischief. "So am I."

Thaddeus turned his head slightly, already anticipating where this was going. "Yes, we are."

Kayden stepped closer, his voice dipping into that sultry, dangerous tone that always made something deep inside him stir. "Don't you think we should do something about it… and not waste this moment?"

A slow, knowing smile tugged at his lips. "What do you suggest we do?"

Kayden tilted his head, eyes smouldering. "Look at me. Am I not tempting?"

God, he was. Everything about him. The way water glistened on his bare skin, the way heat danced behind his gaze. He chuckled low, voice thick. "You're more than tempting, Kayden. You're beautiful. You're… dangerous."

Kayden took another step, closing the distance between them, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Daddy… play with me."

Before Thaddeus could answer, Kayden's hand slid down and wrapped around Thaddeus cock, bold and deliberate. His breath caught as Kayden began to stroke him, slow and confident. Desire surged through him instantly; his body hardened in response, helpless to resist.

"Daddy," Kayden purred again, his voice velvet and sin.

"Mmh?" he murmured, hands instinctively wrapping around Kayden's waist, drawing him back until their wet bodies pressed together. He leaned down, lips brushing the shell of Kayden's ear. "You're seducing me, Kayden… Do you want me to lose control tonight?"

"Yes," Kayden breathed, not a shred of hesitation in his voice. "Don't show me mercy tonight, Daddy. I'm not soft. Even if I tremble or shake… don't stop. I want to hear you scream my name when you cum."

His grip on Kayden tightened. That damn conversation Kayden had mentioned earlier about Ariz telling him to cut back on sweets, flashed in his mind. It lingered. It irritated him. The jealousy simmered just beneath the surface, sharp and sudden.

He said nothing. Just turned Kayden around, hands firm but gentle, and pulled him in for a kiss that crushed the air between them. A kiss that told him everything he couldn't say out loud. No hesitation. No mercy.

And from the way Thaddeus melted into him, moaning softly against Kayden mouth, Kayden already knew Thaddeus wouldn't go easy on him tonight.

Their skin was flushed under the steaming water, slick and glistening, begging to be touched. Thaddeus pressed his chest against Kayden's back, his hands firmly sliding down the boy's waist, holding him in place. Kayden trembled at his touch, but not from fear.

From need.

"Don't move," Thaddeus said, his voice husky in Kayden's ear. Kayden nodded wordlessly, his breaths shaky, palms still pressed to the wall, offering himself up like a gift wrapped in heat and trust.

Thaddeus guided himself to him, sliding along the cleft of his ass, letting Kayden feel how hard he was. Kayden gasped, his back arching just enough to press closer. Begging. His body was already open to him, anticipating the moment.

"No teasing, Daddy," Kayden whispered breathlessly. "I need you."

That voice, that tone, it undid Thaddeus.

Without warning, he pushed forward, slowly at first, just enough for Kayden to feel him, just enough for him to clutch the wet tiles with a sharp cry.

"Ah—Daddyyy—!"

Thaddeus gritted his teeth, holding back the full force of what he wanted to do. "Take it," he growled. "You said no mercy."

Kayden whimpered, nodding, the sound swallowed by the rush of water.

Thaddeus pushed deeper, slow and merciless. The stretch drew a choked moan from Kayden's throat. He tried to catch his breath, tried to brace himself, but Thaddeus didn't stop. He gripped his hips tighter, his fingers leaving bruises, holding him still as he thrust fully into him, claiming him completely.

The air was thick with steam and the slap of wet skin.

Thaddeus found a brutal rhythm, not pausing to let him adjust. Kayden didn't ask him to. Instead, he arched, cried out, gasped his name over and over, each time louder than the last.

"D-Daddy—ah! Yes—more—don't stop—!"

He wasn't going to.

Not when Kayden sounded like that. Not when he pushed back against each thrust, greedy for more, his body clenching around Thaddeus like it didn't want to let him go.

Thaddeus reached around, grabbing Kayden's throat gently but firmly, turning his face so he could kiss the corner of his lips. "You feel that, Kay?" he hissed into his ear. "That's me, deep inside you. Right where I belong."

Kayden moaned shamelessly. "I want to feel it in my soul, Daddy. Ruin me... please."

His control snapped.

Thaddeus slammed into him, harder and faster, each thrust dragging loud cries from Kayden, echoing off the tiles. The water couldn't drown the sounds of them, the groans, the wet slaps, the desperate breaths. Kayden's legs shook, but Thaddeus held him steady. He wanted him shaking. He wanted him undone.

Thaddeus's name left Kayden's lips like a chant, high and broken, his body tightening in a trembling climax before he was even touched. That was how much he felt him. How deep Thaddeus reached.

But he wasn't done.

He growled, driving into him harder, riding Kayden's orgasm as his own built, hot, consuming, like fire rising in his spine. He bent over him, biting into his shoulder just enough to leave a mark, a reminder that Kayden was his.

And then... release.

Hot. Intense. Blinding.

He buried himself to the hilt, groaning Kayden's name as he pulsed inside him, one hand clutching his chest, the other on his neck, holding him against him as the waves crashed through him.

They stood there, chests heaving, bodies trembling, the shower washing over them like it could cool the fire they'd created.

Thaddeus kissed the back of Kayden's neck softly. "Still breathing, Kayden?"

Kayden laughed weakly, still panting. "Barely."

Thaddeus brushed his lips against Kayden's damp temple, their breaths still heavy, their bodies slick from both sweat and water. He could feel the way Kayden trembled beneath him, not from fear, but from the sheer aftermath of what they'd just shared.

"Are you okay?" Thaddeus asked, his voice low, thick with lingering desire but laced with care.

Kayden nodded slowly, his cheek resting against Thaddeus's chest. His lashes were heavy, his body drained, but his eyes held a spark that hadn't dimmed.

Thaddeus tilted his chin up gently, eyes searching his. "Can you go one more time?"

There was a pause, brief, electric.

Kayden looked at him, lips parted slightly, gaze full of that same hungry need that had driven them into each other moments ago. His voice came out soft but firm. "Yes."

A wicked smile ghosted over Thaddeus's lips as he leaned forward and whispered, "Good boy."

Without wasting a second, he lifted Kayden effortlessly, water cascading down both their bodies. He stepped out of the bathroom, not even bothering with a towel. Kayden's arms wrapped around his neck, his lips still warm from their kiss.

Thaddeus carried him to the bed, lowering him gently. For a moment, he just looked at him.

Kayden was flushed, chest rising and falling rapidly, his damp skin glistening in the soft light. Vulnerable. Willing. His.

Thaddeus brushed a strand of wet hair from Kayden's face and asked, "Are you sure about this?"

Kayden nodded slowly, his voice low and hoarse. "I want to feel all of you. I want to remember tonight. Every second of it."

Thaddeus pressed a kiss to his forehead, then to his lips. "Then don't hold back. Not your voice. Not your pleasure. Not your pain. I want all of it."

Kayden whimpered beneath him, and that sound undid something inside Thaddeus.

He began slow.

His hands explored Kayden like he was rediscovering something sacred. Every curve, every scar, every part of him that made him real. He kissed along his jaw, down the column of his neck, to the hollow where his heart raced beneath his lips.

Kayden's hands fisted the sheets when Thaddeus licked over his chest, teasing his skin with his mouth, taking his time, watching the way his body arched into his touch. He moaned Thaddeus's name, softly at first, then louder when the kisses trailed lower, drawing heat and want down his body.

"You're trembling," Thaddeus murmured.

"I told you I would," Kayden whispered back, biting his lip. "But don't stop."

Then he.

To be continued...