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Tim heard a knock on the door and felt severely confused as he wasn’t expecting anyone. Especially not at 9:53pm on a Friday. Will had gone to stay over at his girlfriend’s house and told him he wouldn’t be home until Sunday night. With his university being in downtown New York City with a thriving nightlife catered specifically for people his age, he definitely expected his other friends to be enjoying one of the last weekends before the semester ended and finals started.
He was in the middle of finishing an assignment for one of his classes and had already showered and changed into one of his favorite oversized baby pink t-shirts with thigh high socks to ward off the chill. The shirt was large/long enough that it hung off his shoulders and reached his mid thigh so he thought nothing of going to open the door in his current outfit. And if he wasn’t wearing anything under that, then that’s his business.
Before opening the door, he looked through the peephole like the responsible New Yorker he was, and the sight he was met with left him speechless. It couldn’t be…His heart began to race while butterflies wreaked havoc in his stomach.
Timmy pulled open the door and froze. Eyes open comically wide, jaw dropped, and he’s pretty sure he forgot how to breathe.
“Daddy?” Tim breathed out in disbelief. “Is that you?” A myriad of emotions flickered through his delicate features: surprise, joy, and confusion. His green eyes shining in the dim lighting.
“Baby.” Armie whispered in complete awe. His precious baby boy was standing right in front of him, only a few feet away from where he stood so it only made sense that he dropped the bag he was holding and opened his arms wide to accept his baby boy.
A new, indiscernible look crossed Timmy’s face and the next thing he knew, Armie had his darling baby boy sobbing into the crook of his neck, lanky arms wrapped tight around his neck, and thin long legs desperately trying to wrap themselves around his hips. Armie placed both hands under Timmy’s ass to hoist him up to his waist. What he quickly noticed was the fact he was touching bare skin; he had two handfuls of his baby boy’s small, pert cheeks of his ass. And with no underwear in the way, and how each one of his hands cupped one of Tim’s ass cheeks, if he moved his hands just a bit closer, his fingers would be able to touch his beautiful boy hole. While it was a very tempting thought, he couldn’t let that distract him because taking care of the sobbing boy in his arms took priority. He hated to see his baby cry, no matter if they were tears of joy. At least he hoped they were. It would break Armie’s heart if he had managed to make his baby sad.
Armie slid his bag across the floor with his foot so he could walk through Tim’s apartment door and kicked it shut behind him. At this point, Tim was more sniffling than crying, but Armie could tell he still needed a few more minutes before he should say anything. After all those months they had spent first flirting then in a long distance relationship, he knew how strongly Tim felt things which meant it took him longer to come down when his emotions ran high. He had seen it happen the first time when Tim had gotten extremely worried when he hadn’t answered his messages or calls for about 28 hours a few weeks into their official sugar daddy/sugar baby arrangement. He explained it was because he thought maybe Armie had changed his mind about having him as his sugar baby and didn’t know how to let him down easy so he decided to ghost him until he stopped trying to contact him. Armie spent the next two hours whispering sweet nothings over the phone, assuring his precious baby boy how he could never get tired of him and could never regret choosing him, that having him as his sugar baby was the best thing to happen to him in years. He explained time and again that he didn’t mean to ignore Tim, but it was then end of the fiscal quarter. His paperwork had piled so high that he worked until 2am at his office and fell asleep on his desk, not noticing his phone had no battery until he finally got time to eat his lunch the next day. Tim had tried to apologize the next day for being so dramatic and how bad he felt that he made such a big deal out of nothing, but Armie shut that down very quickly. Tim had nothing to apologize for. He had felt upset and worried and he was entitled to feel as such.
To say Timothée had no idea how he was truly feeling would be an understatement. His brain had completely shut down the second he saw Armie on the other side of his door. How did he even get here? Why did he even come to see him? Not that he was ungrateful that Armie had made the trip to come visit him or anything, he had seriously been craving being able to touch his boyfriend for the first time. They’ve already been exclusively dating for a few weeks and talking for months, so it made sense Tim felt a hollow space in his heart every time he wanted to reach for his boyfriend to cuddle after a long day only to remember he lived across the country. Tim also couldn’t lie and say it hasn’t crossed his mind (several times) to use the money Armie gives him every week to buy a plane ticket to California and surprise him with a visit, but the semester is winding down and it feels like all of his professors coordinates their due dates in the same week to torture him. He didn’t have time to go to the mall to spoil himself like his Daddy insists he does at least once a week, a rule he is surprisingly adamant Tim keeps, much less spoil himself with a plane ticket to Los Angeles. The thought of going once the semester was over in two weeks had definitely crossed his mind, but he knew how busy his boyfriend was sometimes with running some company or whatever he does (he’s not entirely sure if he’s being honest, he felt like it wasn’t his place to know what exactly Armie did. All he knew is that it was the family business he had been born to inherit, and he would hate to impose on his daddy by just showing up. Not that he thinks Armie is imposing by showing up at his door, it’s different. The most important thing Tim does on a daily basis is choose if he wants to wear a black, pleated, mid-thigh skirt or his favorite black jeans with his forest green crop top and drag himself across campus to his classes).
While Armie wasn’t familiar with the whole layout of Tim’s apartment, it wasn’t a very big space to begin with so he was sure he would be able to find his way around. The front door opened up into an open plan living room with only a kitchen island separating it from the kitchen. From where he stood, he could see two doors towards the back of the apartment. One was closed so he guessed it was the bathroom because the one next to it was open to reveal a bedroom he was very acquainted with. The pale pink walls and floral bedspread (made from Egyptian cotton bought by Armie himself) along with a portion of a tall bookshelf filled to the brim with old and new books could be seen from the opening in the door.
Tim’s couch was facing away from the kitchen in the direction of two large windows with a tv hanging off of the wall. Which is where he took himself and the beautiful shivering mess holding onto him as of his life depended on it. Armie gently sat down on the couch and with Tim now sat on his lap, he tucked his face into the unruly mop of curls adorning his head and pressed his lips into the softness while using one of his hands to scratch Tim’s scalp in the way he shyly admitted he liked one night and the other hand he used to gently rub his baby boy’s back. The soothing motions had Tim close to purring, letting out soft mewls of contentment in between faint sniffles.
Did Tim feel ashamed that he has to be carried by Armie to his couch while not wearing anything underneath and the man is basically holding his actual bare ass in his hands? No. No he didn’t. But it was also one of the last things on his mind when he felt so tiny and delicate and loved in his daddy’s arms. He felt cherished and taken care of and that was his dream if he was being honest, to find someone who would treat him like he was the center of their universe, and Armie did exactly that. Feeling Armie play with his hair the way he once mentioned in passing that he liked and feeling the soothing touch of his large hands that practically spanned the width of his entire back had him melt against Armie’s chest. Not to mention the intoxicating scent of evergreen soap, a smell that can only be described as man, and something distinctly Armie had Tim seriously consider never leaving his position of having his nose pressed against the crook of Armie’s neck. Sure, he was a hot mess at the moment, but he felt like he was on Cloud 9.
After a few more minutes of holding the boy who had become his whole world on his lap, Armie began to hum a song he had heard Tim sing a few days ago on one of their daily video chat calls. Not very well it would seem if it was the thing that caused Tim to speak up from where his face was buried in Armie’s neck.
“Daddy,” Armie could practically hear the pout on his baby’s face. “That’s not how the song goes, Daddy.” Tim murmured, his voice muffled by Armie’s shirt as he nuzzled his forehead against Armie’s jaw. This gave Tim the perfect opportunity to show he had finally calmed down enough to form coherent sentences and was ready to reluctantly leave his place smushed against Armie’s neck.
Armie smiled softly at his baby boy because of course that would be what Tim would focus on first. “Are you sure, Baby? Because I distinctly remember it going like that.” To make his point, Armie began humming the song again, purposely messing the melody up even more to see if he could make his baby boy come out from where he was hiding. He was dying to see Tim’s face without a screen and thousands of miles separating them.
Tim let out the cutest giggle Armie had ever heard in his entire life. And with that, Tim finally lifted his head from Armie’s neck so he would be right in front of Armie’s face. His baby boy looked up at him shyly with a deep blush spread across his cheeks and neck. His eyes rimmed red and his nose slightly runny from all the crying, and hair disheveled as a result of Armie running his hand through it. Despite it all, Armie knew with every fiber of his being that Tim was the most beautiful person he has ever seen and he was blessed to be part of this boy’s life. Never had he felt more comfortable with himself and more at home than with his baby boy. Tim brought out the best in him, and he would be forever grateful he had chosen that night to check his account on the sugar daddy/sugar baby website. If not, he would never have seen Tim’s profile and he would never have known the happiness he was capable of feeling after having resigned himself to living a mediocre life of just accepting a partner he could see himself living with but never entirely loving them.
Armie took hold of Tim’s chin and brought his face closer to his. He raised his hands up to cup Tim’s face, slowly caressing his cheek with his thumb. With his hands still looped around Armie’s neck as if it were his lifeline, Timmy nuzzled into the curve of Armie’s palm letting out another contented mewl. Armie couldn’t hold it in anymore, his darling was just too precious and he felt like he was going to die if he didn’t at least kiss Tim soon. He brought his face closer to his baby boy’s until their lips were practically touching. Tim’s light green eyes focused on Armie’s lips so he took that as a sign that Tim wouldn’t be opposed to a kiss.
Surprisingly, it was Tim who closed the distance between their lips, immediately letting out a breathy moan. Once the first contact was made, it was as if a switch had flipped and Tim gripped his face and pressed into the kiss with a hunger Armie had never experienced before from a partner. It left him breathless as he wasn’t prepared for such a deep and passionate kiss so soon after meeting…not that he was complaining of course.
Tim had no idea what came over him but he knew he had made the right choice when he felt a sense of unadulterated euphoria and peace settle over him with the first contact of their lips. Whilst his dating history is quite limited, he knew what he was feeling was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Not just anyone could get your blood rushing with arousal but Tim got lucky and found himself someone that did. If this was them just kissing, Timothée had no idea what it would be like when they went further than making out on a couch as if their life depended on it.
As the taste of Timmy explodes across Armie’s taste buds, he moans into Tim's mouth and lets his hands sink into Timmy’s curls once again, giving them a playful tug, smiling into the kiss as Timmy immediately whimpers.“Fuck, Daddy, you’re so…” Timmy groans against Armie’s lips before sinking his teeth into Armie’s bottom lip, making his cock throb in his jeans which happens to be lined up with the crack of Tim’s ass thus setting of a chain of events where Tim takes advantage of the fact he’s already straddling Armie’s lap to help him grind down on Armie’s cock with increasing desperation.
How he managed to keep from cumming right on the spot he has no idea, because all his blood has flooded down into his dick. He’s so hard, and so lightheaded he feels as if he’s seconds away from forgetting his own name.
“I just wanna – god.” Timmy whines, grinding down faster and harder. Using the rough material of Armie’s jeans to tease his boy hole and put friction on his aching cock that is now tenting his pale pink shirt. Armie can’t help himself as he firmly grabs onto Timmy’s ass and pulls him impossibly closer, both of them groaning as the pleasure intensifies.
Armie looks down between their bodies to see the action happening. A wet spot is rapidly forming where the head of Tim’s cock is, making Armie question if maybe Tim had already cum. “Did you already cum, Baby?” Armie whispers into Tim’s ear before nibbling on his ear lobe, slowly pressing more kisses down his pale neck until he reaches the boy’s prominent collarbone and bites down to leave a mark. A mark to show everyone that sees Tim in the next few days that he’s taken.
Tim freezes above Armie, pulling back with an embarrassed look on his face. Timmy removes his hands from behind Armie’s neck from when he was pulling at the short hairs at the nape of his back and placed them on his lap to hide the wet spot. “No, Daddy. I didn’t cum. I just—“ Timothée looks off to the side, nose scrunched and his blush getting darker by the second. Armie kept his mouth shut to give Tim the time and space to speak. “I just, I get really wet when I’m aroused and my phone camera doesn’t usually pick it up because of the lighting and the position it’s in and I know that’s a turn off for some men but—“
“Fuuuuck.” Armie moans, cutting his baby boy off because he had just heard probably one of the hottest things in the last few days which is saying something because when he gets in the mood, Timothée can say some of the dirtiest, sexiest things he’s ever heard. “Baby, you’re gonna kill me. That’s so fucking hot! Move your hands darling, let Daddy see how wet your shirt is from that pretty little cock of yours.”
Timothée closes his eyes and reluctantly moves his hands away from his crotch, not wanting to see his daddy’s reaction should he come to realize having a boyfriend that leaks enough precum to make it look like he already came is actually a turn off. However, he hasn’t even fully removed his hands when he felt Armie gently cradle his head. “Baby, can you open your eyes for me?” Timothée shakes his head as much as he can. “Please, darling? Let Daddy see those gorgeous eyes of yours.”
Timmy reluctantly opens his eyes and lets out a shuddering breath when he sees nothing but pure adoration in Armie’s eyes and a soft smile on his lips. “There’s my baby boy.” Armie gently pecked Timmy’s lips before pressing their foreheads together. “What’s got you like this, sweetheart? Tell Daddy what’s wrong, you know how much he hates seeing you upset.” Armie hears Tim mumble something under his breath but from what he could pick out, it seemed like his baby boy was afraid he would change his mind about finding it hot with how wet he got when he was hard.
“Never, Baby Boy. I love every inch of your body and everything inside that head of yours.” Tim gasped and looked desperately into Armie’s eyes as if trying to confirm whether he was just saying it to get him to cheer up or if he truly meant it.
“You do, Daddy?” Tim whispered in awe. Armie could see tears threatening to spill from his eyes, however the besotted smile on Tim’s face told him he didn’t need to worry about his baby being upset about what he said.
“Yes, darling. Of course I do.” Well, here goes nothing. Armie kisses Tim firmly on his lips and said the three words he knew had the potential to make or break the future of their relationship.
“I love you, baby.” The dazzling smile on his darling boy’s face grew three times in size. “With all of my heart, I love you, Timothée. How could I not? You’re the best thing that has happened to me in years.“
Their foreheads touched gently once again, Armie nuzzled his nose against his darling angel’s. The air around them felt charged with emotion and unsaid words, it felt electric but addicting - almost as if they were wrapped up in their own little universe where only them two existed and Armie wouldn’t change it for the world. Timmy breathed raggedly. He wrapped his arms around his daddy’s neck, stealing a soft peck from Armie’s lips, teasing him with the barest hint of tongue. Armie’s heart couldn’t help but skip several beats as he smiled besottedly. Timmy dragged his plush pink lips down to Armie’s jaw, giving him a matching bite mark on his collarbone. “God, Armie” Timmy pants, “Touch me, please.”