Angel and the Assassin 3: Sins of the Father

indicated the microwave clock.
    “Good. More time to cuddle.”
    With a tired smile, Angel headed for the bathroom while Kael bolted the front
    door and put the lights out. The letter from MP he left in his jacket pocket. It didn’t
    seem that important just then. He switched off his personal use mobile and left it with
    the letter to avoid having to speak to his mum. As deeply as he had once thought he
    loved Shawn, that was how much hatred he felt toward him now for doing this.
    All that seemed important at that moment was being with his boy. “Do we need to
    shower again, Daddy?” Angel asked when Kael joined him at the bathroom sink.
    “We showered at the gym an hour ago.”
    “I know, but you’re so rigid about your routines, Sir.”
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    That was the second time in a week someone had called him rigid, and he’d
    thought he was improving. “I think we’re clean enough.”
    Instead of leaping into bed as he usually did, Angel got in quietly and moved
    naturally into Kael’s arms. Not even trying to hide it anymore, Angel pulled his blanket
    from under his pillow and held it against his chest, his head on Kael’s shoulder.
    Lying on his back with his arm around Angel, tucking his boy close to his side,
    Kael asked quietly, “How come you took your blanket out again?” He couldn’t help but
    take it personally.
    “All this talk about leaving you,” Angel whispered. “I’m not complaining, Daddy,
    and I’m going to go to uni because it’s so important to you. But what upsets me more
    than anything is the thought of being away from you and not seeing you every day.
    How can I live without you? It’s bad enough when you go away for a few days to
    work.”
    Kael blew out a long breath to control the emotion welling up inside him.
    “I don’t want to be parted from you either. That’s part of the reason I want you at
    Cambridge, because it’s close.” The very thought of going to bed alone at night
    knowing Angel was in bed somewhere else made him feel unbearably empty.
    “Daddy, why did you hit that dude at the gym?” Angel asked quietly.
    “I was being a moron. It was wrong. I said I was sorry.”
    “That’s good, Daddy, that you said you were sorry. But you didn’t think I fancied
    him, did you?”
    “Did you? He’s a good-looking man, and I know you like older blokes.”
    “There’s only one older bloke I fancy, and that’s you, Daddy.” Angel slid his hand
    over Kael’s belly until his palm made contact with Kael’s cock. “Oops.” Quickly he
    pulled his hand away. “Sorry, Daddy. I know I’m supposed to ask, but sometimes I just

want to touch you. I love your cock. I love the feel of it and the taste of it.”
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    “Do it then,” Kael said and moaned when Angel gripped him tightly. “How does
    my cock feel?”
    “It feels hot and big and smooth,” Angel said. The room was dark, but Kael could
    hear the smile in Angel’s voice.
    “How does it taste?
    “Well”—the smile grew bigger—“your cock tastes really clean and a bit sharp and
    tangy. Your cum tastes salty, and it feels really smooth on my tongue.”
    “Sounds like you’ve thought a lot about this.”
    “Yeah. When I’m bored in class, I think about all the stuff I want to do to my
    Daddy.” Angel kissed him tenderly on the lips. “There’s no one in the world for me but
    you, Daddy.”
    Slowly and without too much friction Angel stroked his cock, palming his balls
    and rolling them around, and then running his hand up the shaft again. He repeated the
    movements over and over, but gently. The slow, creeping arousal made Kael’s breath
    catch.
    “Daddy, tell me what you like about me.” Every now and then, Angel would say
    things like this, and it always made Kael wonder if the boy was insecure and if it was
    his fault. He remembered his mum telling him to tell Angel things like that.
    “I love that you’re really intelligent. And you’re very hot, very sexy. I love your
    eyes.” He would never have talked to a sub like this in the past, but then he’d never
    been in love with any of them.
    “What do you like about my eyes?” Angel pressed him.
    “They’re silver, which is very unusual, and I like your long, dark eyelashes.” With
    the backs of his fingers, he stroked Angel’s cheek. “I like how pale your skin is because
    your cheeks get so pink when you’re turned on.” His voice dropped to a whisper.