**Title: Daddy’s Sleeping Boy**

It was late, and the house was quiet—just the hum of the AC and Elliot’s soft breathing as he lay sprawled on the bed, fast asleep. He always looked so innocent like this, his chest rising and falling slowly, his lips slightly parted. I shouldn’t have been watching him, but I couldn’t help myself. The way his T-shirt had ridden up just enough to show a sliver of his smooth stomach made my cock stir in my boxers.

I slipped onto the bed beside him, easing closer until I could feel the warmth of his body. He didn’t wake, just sighed softly, shifting slightly. My fingers brushed his side, tracing the curve of his hip, and when he still didn’t stir, I let my hand drift higher, grazing the soft cotton of his shirt. I tugged it up slowly, revealing more of his smooth chest, his nipples already stiff from the cool air.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, thumbing one of his nipples—just a gentle touch at first, rolling the little bud between my fingers. He let out a tiny whimper, shifting again but still asleep, lost in whatever dream he was having. I pinched a little harder, and his breath hitched, his chest arching slightly.

I leaned down, pressing my lips to his other nipple, licking and sucking gently. His skin tasted faintly of salt and soap, and the more I teased, the harder he got. His cock was pressing against his boxers now, tenting the fabric, and I could see a damp spot forming at the tip. My own dick was painfully hard, straining against my jeans, and I had to bite back a groan as I sucked harder, rolling his nipple between my teeth.

Elliot moaned in his sleep, his hips bucking slightly, and I couldn’t resist anymore. My fingers dipped beneath the waistband of his boxers, sliding lower until I found his cock—hot, already leaking, twitching at my touch. I wrapped my hand around him, squeezing gently, stroking him slow and firm. His breath came faster now, his legs shifting restlessly, but he still didn’t wake.

“Daddy’s got you,” I murmured against his nipple, biting down just hard enough to make him gasp. His cock pulsed in my hand, pre-cum slicking my fingers as I worked him faster. His hips rocked into my grip, chasing the pleasure even in sleep.

I yanked his boxers down just enough to free his cock, and the sight of him—hard, glistening, begging for more—made my mouth water. I lowered my head, licking a slow stripe up the underside, savoring the way he tasted. His hips jerked, a breathy moan escaping him as I took him deeper, sucking hard on the head before swallowing him down.

The bed creaked as his body tensed, his hands fisting the sheets. Still, he didn’t wake—just groaned, lost in the pleasure I was feeding him. I sucked him harder, bobbing my head, my tongue circling the thick vein on the underside of his cock. His legs trembled, his chest heaving, and I knew he was close.

I pulled back just enough to whisper against his wet skin, “Come for Daddy.”

And he did—his whole body shuddering as his cock twitched, spilling hot and thick into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, licking him clean before pulling his boxers back up and tucking him in. He sighed, curling onto his side, still deep in sleep.

I kissed his forehead, whispering, “Good boy,” before slipping out of the room, my own cock aching for release. But that could wait—for now, I’d savor the taste of him still on my lips.