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Warnings: DaddyDom(No Age Play), Daddy Kink, Overstimulation(slight), Multiple Orgasms, Butt-Plugs, Creampie, Cum-Play, Mirror Sex, Romantic, and Praise Kink.

Please note that all characters involved in this story are 18+, fully consenting, and there is no age play present in this.

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C A M E R O N

Cameron sighed and grabbed the remote for the television in the bedroom and sighed deeply, scanning through the channels as he looked for something to watch that he'd not already seen a hundred times. He was so bored. William was working, so he had to find something to do to amuse himself but he was out of ideas entirely. He had binged every anime that he wanted to watch already, and he didn't really feel like starting a new show--he could never stop watching once he got started so it seemed like too much of a time investment when William was going to be home for the next few days because he'd decided to finally take a break.

The only problem was, William was still working. They had a last-minute V.I.P. client and William was leading the project from home because he'd already set up for him to be home. Cameron had been fine with that, William usually wasn't all that involved with projects, even if he were the head of the project. But this time it was different. William had been holed up in his office all day, trying to piece together some design that frankly sounded like a train wreck of a request to Cameron. Pink Zebra print, flowers, llamas, bows, and glitter? Who the hell was the V.I.P. client and why are they spending money on something that sounds so atrocious?

Cameron was all for llamas from a distance, he honestly couldn't stand the idea of any animal that spits being near him, but that was his prerogative. He could admit that his pediatrician had some cool llama art on the walls when he was a kid, but he was not about to spend V.I.P. client money on a piece of art with a llama and zebra print. It seemed tacky and difficult to design, like a literal nightmare. He couldn't complain about Liam working, because he did it to take care of him, but he was worried.

William had been working on the project since Wednesday, and he seemed to be struggling with his time even before he came home from work earlier in the afternoon. William seemed to be working himself twice as hard because of the client, and whoever it was seemed to be declining every design they sent in for approval. William seemed to be overworking himself, and Cameron wasn't really sure what to do about it. He wasn't exactly in a position to tell him how to live his life, and William was older than him and had responsibilities that he didn't. Even though they were both technically adults, they were at two totally different places in life. Cameron had no idea what kind of pressure William was under to meet the needs of the client, and because he didn't even know who the client was, so he couldn't even begin to imagine the impact a negative outcome could be.

It was clear that William was stressed and tired, and he wanted to help him. But he really was at a loss for how. Cameron sighed and turned off the television, deciding that he'd rather take a shower than just channel surf with no intention to watch anything. Cameron sighed a little as he looked through his drawers for something to put on. Cameron settled after a few minutes on a silky pajama tank top and shorts set that William had bought him. It was pink, and it was lacy and it made him feel honestly, kind of beautiful. William bought him so many outfits--stuff for every occasion imaginable, and to Cameron's delight, William always managed to pick out stuff that accentuated the parts of him that he liked without the parts he didn't like drowning it out. His face was by far his best feature, probably, but he really liked his legs, waist, and hips.

Cameron wanted to look pretty and feminine, and those parts of his body were the parts of it that he was proud of. His hands were on the smaller side, but they were still a somewhat weak spot for him. His hands were a lot smaller than William's, and something about that made butterflies race in his stomach. Cameron walked into the bathroom and turned the knob on the wall up all the way so the bathroom was bright and he walked forward to the walk-in shower and turned it on, letting the water heat up as he undressed himself and put everything into the hamper.

Once he was finished with that, he hopped into the shower and grabbed his loofah, pouring some of his body wash onto it before he started washing himself. He washed off quickly and then grabbed his shaving cream and spread it onto his legs and shaved his legs and ass. Once he finished that, he ran his fingers through the hair at the base of his cock with a huff. William liked to shave him--and he'd done so in many different ways. He liked to do designs in the hair at the base of his cock. One time, he'd shaved everything but three stars, sometimes they were more intricate and took more time, but he didn't do those frequently because Cameron would have to grow his hair out enough for him to do it. William seemed to settle on something more convenient--just a square about an inch and a half up and across. It did actually look pretty good, and he liked running his fingers through it, but he didn't want to let it get too long so he trimmed it up a bit.

Once he was sufficiently clean and hairless everywhere but just the top of the base of his cock, he got out and stopped in front of the large mirror on the wall and brushed his fingers through his wet hair. His skin was still tinted pink from the temperature of the water, and he quickly pulled on his panties and then the pajamas. After a once-over, he confirmed that he looked pretty. He giggled a little and grabbed his lotion, sitting down on the edge of the garden tub to apply it.

Once he was done, he walked out into the bedroom and saw that William still wasn't in the bedroom. Consider him worried, it's well after midnight. He walked over to where his robe was and pulled it on, tying it around his waist before he walked out of their bedroom and roamed down the hallway to the stairs. Once he hit the middle floor where the living room and kitchen were, he headed towards the stairway that led back up to William's office.

He knocked on the door before he peeked his head into the room when he heard no response and caught sight of William. He was slumped over on his desk, one of his arms folded over on his laptop with his head resting on it while his other arm was outstretched on the desk, his pen still clasped between his fingertips. Cameron would've been worried if he couldn't see William's back rising and falling with his breaths. "Daddy," Cameron said softly, walking into the room and putting his hand on William's shoulder.

William jerked awake, his head pulling up with enough speed to knock his slightly out-of-place glasses right off of his face and down onto his computer. "Cameron, baby, what're you doing up?" William asked, his voice deepened from his sleep. Cameron reached forward and brushed his hair out of his eyes, smiling down at him.

"I was showering," Cameron said softly, and William reached out blindly for his glasses, sighing a bit. Cameron giggled a little and reached forward, picking them up before he slid them into place on his face. "Why are you sleeping on your desk?" Cameron asked, and William sighed deeply and shook his mouse, pulling up the plans he'd been working on before he had fallen asleep.

Cameron's initial thoughts about the piece of artwork was correct--it looked as atrocious as it sounded. Glitter and pink zebra print was cringe-y enough, why did they have to make it so specific? "I can't get a design that the bastard will accept," William said tightly, his eyebrow twitching in annoyance. "We typically handle pieces for businesses, celebrities, sophisticated pieces of artwork that thousands of hours go into and I swear to fucking god I've never had such a hard time getting approval for a piece."

"That's because the whole idea is pretty terrible. Who actually likes pink zebra print, and why would they pair it with a llama?" Cameron asked, and William shrugged as if to say who the hell knows and let out a frustrated sigh before he turned to Cameron and reached out, clasping his wrist in his hand and tugging him forward between his legs. William buried his face in his stomach, letting out a sigh as he wrapped his arms around his waist and held him still. "What are you doing?" Cameron asked playfully, reaching his hands up to run his fingers through William's hair.

"I need a recharge," William said, his voice muffled into his robe. Cameron nodded and started combing his fingers through his hair more as William fell silent. "I don't think I can do this piece," William said after a few minutes, sighing deeply. "I can't make a llama not look stupid on a pink and black background. He wants it realistic but colorful. Glittery, but not cheap." William griped. "The whole idea sounds like something a four-year-old would make. How is it so fucking difficult?"

"Have you tried looking at it from a different angle?" Cameron asked, and William peered up at him. "Try doing layers. Do the zebra print as the background, and then put lace over it. It'll mute down the bright poppy-ness of the pink and black. Over the lace, do a layer of resin, and put diamonds and glitter." Cameron suggested, and William hummed a bit. "Once the layer dries, you can put a white background that's smaller than the background, and paint a watercolor llama outlined in black. That way, its outline is obvious, but the colors don't have to be contained. And, then you can put flowers in the resin on the same layer, and then sand it down so the edges are rounded, and put a giant black bow on top of it."

"You have a good point. Something like that might work, actually." William said, his hand reaching around him to scribble the idea down on a piece of paper on his desk. Cameron slid over out of the way so he could see. "Was something wrong, beautiful?" William asked, and Cameron shook his head and stepped forward, putting his hands on William's shoulders.

"Nothing," Cameron said, and William stilled for a moment, raising his head and pushing his glasses up on his nose as his deep eyes scrutinized him. Cameron blushed a little and looked away from him, unable to keep from biting his lip a little. William stood up and put his hands on Cameron's hips, making Cameron's heart speed up in his chest.

"Have I left you feeling lonely?" William guessed, and Cameron paused for a moment, torn between saying he was a little lonely, and denying it because he didn't want William to feel bad. Cameron was a giant attention whore and he knew it. He'd probably never leave the house again if William stayed home and gave him all of his attention. Cameron just liked the attention. William's attention. And William barely ever made him feel lonely anyway, so a one-time event wasn't something Cameron was too concerned over. William obviously had work, and he could understand that.

"No," Cameron denied, looking up at him through his lashes as he bit into his lip. William raised an eyebrow at him, putting his hand on his lower back, and pulled him closer, up against his chest. Cameron let out a slightly hitched breath as he looked up at William shyly.

"My little lovely," William said, his tone coming out soft and inquiring. Skeptical. Cameron huffed a little and poked out his bottom lip. William smiled softly, reaching his hand out to run his thumb along his cheek gently. "I'm so sorry for burying myself in work. I've been neglecting you," William said softly, sincerity wringing through his words. Cameron flushed brightly, his heart speeding up a little.

"I'm not upset, I just was worried about you, honestly," Cameron said softly, and William pulled away a little to look down into his eyes and brushed his hair out of his eyes. Cameron sucked in a deep breath, arousal beginning to seep through him at the proximity. William's eyes were finally focused on him, his attention centered fully on him and it had his heart racing in his chest and arousal flooding through him. His face heated up more and he felt his cock stiffening in his panties.

"Still. Would you like me to make it up to you, my love?" William asked, wrapping his arm tighter around him. Cameron moaned softly when his cock brushed against William's chest, and he wrapped his arms around William's neck and lifted himself up on his tip toes so that he was a little taller.

"Well," Cameron said breathlessly, biting into his lip for a moment. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt for you to take a break, right?" Cameron asked, and William nodded, leaning down to press his lips against Cameron's cheek and he carefully brushed kisses along his skin, tingles, and warmth trailing into him. Cameron bit his lip and nodded. "Okay, but you're not making anything up to me, got it?" Cameron said sassily, and William chuckled and gripped into his waist and lifted him up.

Cameron giggled and buried his face in William's neck, wrapping around him tightly as William's arm slid down and hooked under his ass. Cameron blushed brightly and looked up at William shyly as he held on to his neck. "You're adorable, little one," William murmured softly, carrying him out of his office and down into the living room, and then up the other set of stairs across the room.

"I love you, Daddy," Cameron said, leaning forward and pressed a kiss to William's ear. William chuckled softly and kicked open the door to their room, carrying him over to the bed. William sat him down on it gently and smiled as he looked over him, his deep brown eyes dark with desire as he roamed his eyes over him hungrily. Cameron flushed and sucked in a deep breath as William reached down and pulled the tie on his robe, pulling it until it was undone, and then he gently pushed it off of his shoulders, his fingertips grazing his skin lightly.

Cameron's breath caught in his throat and he shivered a little, tingles trailing behind his fingertips. The look in William's eyes had Cameron's stomach doing somersaults, lust beginning to take over him. The look in William's eyes was so full of desire and longing that it made Cameron feel a little lightheaded and warm. William's warm hand landed on the back of his neck, slipping into his hair as he used the slight grip to lead his head back gently. Anticipation raced through Cameron as William leaned down over him, hyperaware and focused on the close proximity.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Cameron," William praised him in an amazed tone as his eyes roamed over him like it was the first time he'd ever seen him. Cameron let out a shaky breath as William's lips met his and fire raced through him, an electric current that made him shiver a bit traveling through him as his skin began tingling. Their lips moved together, dizzied breaths escaping Cameron's lips each time they parted for a half-second. He could feel William's warmth wrapping around him, lust fogging his mind over as he tangled his fingers into William's hair. It was soft and smooth between his fingers, and his heart was hammering in his chest, the sound of his blood rushing in his ears.

William felt like gravity, everything in him was drawn towards him, his warm hand sliding around to the small of his back, fingertips slipping beneath the back of his shirt and slowly sliding up his back. Cameron let out a soft moan, unable to help his body trembling slightly beneath his warm and steady hands, his cock twitching in his panties as he clung onto William and pulled him closer to him.

He wanted more, he wanted him closer until nothing was separating them them at all. He was desperate, his desire to be intertwined with him clouding his mind as he pulled away from the kiss and whimpered a little, his fingers tugging on William's hair a little. "Please," He breathed, his legs parting more as he tried to pull him closer.

"Don't worry, you've got my attention now, lovely," William purred into his ear, pulling back just enough to pull his tank top over his head and then he found himself being lifted up and tossed carefully back onto the bed. He bounced a little as he gasped, surprise crossing his face before he propped himself up on his elbows and met William's eyes. William's hands tugged on his tie, his movements speeding up a slight bit as he tossed the tie onto the bed and then started working the buttons on his shirt.

Once he was shirtless too, he crawled onto the bed and laid down beside him, drawing him into his arms and capturing his lips again, his hand catching the small of his back to hold him closer to him, leading his lips in a kiss as William's hand laced through one of his and pressed it down against the bed over his head. For a moment, William was only kissing him, his hand clasped in his gently. It was all so gentle, it made his mind fog and his breath race. Anticipation crept through him for when William's fingers would eventually touch him harder. Cameron whimpered when William's fingers pulled from his, he wanted to clasp his hand back around his but a half a heartbeat later, William's fingertips pressed against his fingertips. It made Cameron's breath catch, his lips moving more fervently against William's. He couldn't stand the thought of pulling away to ask what he was doing, but he didn't really seem to need to when he could steal little gasps of breath in between them.

Cameron shivered a little when he felt William's fingers running over his palm, then down to his wrist, his fingers felt so warm and soft against his skin. Cameron could hear his own heart, feel it speeding in his chest as William's fingertips ran up the center of his forearm, up to his shoulder, and then along his collarbone. "Please," Cameron couldn't help but gasp when his fingertips trailed down his breastbone, over his abdomen, lightly dancing along the waistband of his shorts. They were doing little to hide his arousal, his entire body was practically vibrating with excited energy as William's fingertips slipped into his shorts and lifted him up just enough to pull them off of him.

His hands skimmed along the outside of his thighs as he pulled them off, and Cameron flushed as he let out a shuddery breath. The air around them even felt different, somewhat muted but warm, fuzzy somehow. William's eyes landed on his erection, and Cameron couldn't help but blush deeper when his eyes followed his. He could suddenly feel the wet spot on them, pressing against the head of his cock. He couldn't remember quite how he'd even managed to get so turned on under the gentle touches, it felt so different from what he was used to.

William teased him, but this felt different somehow, more intimate. It was different, Cameron could tell that just by the look in William's eyes, but how? Why did it suddenly feel so hard to breathe? The air felt thick and heavy in his lungs, but somehow it wasn't off-putting. He felt so shy under his gaze like William was looking through him but still somehow at him. He'd never felt so naked in his life, and he wasn't fully undressed yet even.

"You're perfect, Cameron," William murmured as he slotted himself between his legs and caged him down to the bed, his elbows on either side of his head. "I love you so much, little one," The words seemed so much louder to him than they really were, they jumped out to his lust-fogged brain and captured his attention. He sucked in a deep breath as William's lips began following the same path his fingers had taken--first his fingertips, then his palm, his forearm, his shoulder, over his collarbone. Each brush of skin felt so much better in the heat of the moment.

It was intoxicating, and Cameron had no idea how to handle it. He was filled with desire, his entire body begging for more. "I-I need you," Cameron gasped softly, his eyes staring up at William pleadingly, weakly. He was so aroused his body felt heavy, and William's eyes were like fire as they roamed over his face, and a hand came up to brush his hair out of his eyes as William looked down at him.