**Title: Teaching Elliot**

I never thought my quiet, nerdy roommate would end up sprawled on my bed, whimpering like this. But here we are.

Elliot was always the shy type—blushing when our hands brushed, stumbling over his words when I caught him staring at me in the gym showers. Tonight, though, he’d had just enough liquid courage to finally admit what he wanted. *“I think about you… touching me,”* he’d mumbled into his drink before I dragged him home.

Now he’s on his back, shirt peeled off, his smooth chest rising fast under my hands. He’s lean but soft in all the right places, his nipples already stiff and pink just from the way I’m looking at him.

*“Daddy,”* he whimpers, testing the word, and fuck if that doesn’t go straight to my cock.

I roll his nipple between my fingers, rubbing slow circles until he gasps, his hips twitching up. *“That’s it,”* I murmur, leaning down to lick the other one. His breath hitches when I suck it into my mouth, my tongue flicking over the peak until it’s slick and hard. *“You like that, baby? You like when Daddy plays with your nipples?”*

Elliot nods fast, his fingers twisting in the sheets. His dick strains against his jeans, and I slide my palm over the bulge, making him whine. *“Fuck, you’re desperate, aren’t you?”* I tease, biting gently at his chest.

I unbutton his pants, pulling them down just enough to free his cock—hard and flushed, already leaking at the tip. His thighs tremble when I wrap my fingers around him, stroking slow, my thumb smearing his precum down his shaft.

But I don’t let him come yet.

Instead, I push his legs apart, running my hand down his stomach and into his boxers. His breath comes in shallow pants when my fingers find his hole, rubbing lightly over the tight ring of muscle. *“Please,”* he whimpers, arching into my touch.

*“Tell me what you want,”* I growl, biting his earlobe.

*“F-Fingers,”* he stammers. *“Daddy, please.”*

I spit into my hand and press a fingertip against his entrance, circling until he relaxes enough for me to push inside. He’s so fucking tight, clenching around me as I work my finger deeper. *“That’s it, take it,”* I coax, curling my finger just right until he jolts with a broken moan.

His cock twitches when I add a second finger, stretching him open slow, my other hand still teasing his nipples. *“You gonna come like this?”* I murmur, watching his face twist with pleasure. *“Just from my fingers playing with your little holes?”*

Elliot nods frantically, his hips rocking down onto my hand. *“Fuck, yes, Daddy—m’close, m’so close—”*

I scissor my fingers inside him, rubbing deep until his back bows off the bed. With a choked cry, he spills over his stomach, his cock pulsing as he comes untouched.

I don’t let him catch his breath before I’m shoving my jeans down, my dick heavy and aching. *“You’re not done yet,”* I growl, dragging him up to his knees.

Elliot’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t resist when I press the head of my cock against his spit-slick lips. *“Open.”*

And fuck, does he obey.