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As the night deepened and silence enveloped them like a warm blanket, an electric tension filled the air. Ti could feel it pulsing between them—the unspoken desire that had been building for weeks.

"Ti..." Reece breathed softly, his voice thick with need as he looked up at him, eyes wide and vulnerable.

"Yeah?" Ti replied, his heart racing as he traced his fingers along Reece's arm.

"I want you," Reece confessed, a hint of nervousness creeping into his tone as he leaned closer, almost biting his lip.

Ti's breath hitched at those words. He cupped Reece's face in his hands and kissed him deeply—slowly at first before letting passion take over. The kiss ignited something primal within them both; it was no longer just about affection but a desperate need to connect on every level.

"Let me take care of you," Ti murmured against Reece's lips as he pushed him back gently onto the couch.

Reece nodded eagerly but hesitated, looking down. "I... I don't know if I'm ready," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ti smiled softly, brushing a thumb over Reece's cheek. "We can take our time. Just relax for me, alright? I got you."

Reece took a deep breath, nodding again. "Okay... just be gentle."

"Always," Ti promised, feeling that familiar rush of affection mixed with desire. He slid down Reece's body, kissing a trail down to his hips before taking him into his mouth.

Reece gasped as Ti's warm mouth enveloped him, swirling his tongue around the tip before taking him deeper. "Shit... yes," Reece moaned, hands tangling in Ti's hair as he thrust gently into that wet heat.

"Damn, you taste so fucking good," Ti groaned around Reece's cock, sending vibrations through him that made Reece whimper. He loved hearing those sounds—knowing he was driving Reece wild.

"Just like that... don't stop," Reece begged, voice breathy and desperate.

Ti picked up the pace, hollowing his cheeks as he bobbed his head up and down. He could feel Reece getting close; the way he squirmed and tugged at his hair made Ti's own arousal spike.

"Gonna cum... fuck!" Reece warned, breath hitching in his throat. "I'm gonna—"

Ti pulled off just in time to catch the load on his tongue, swallowing every drop before licking his lips with a satisfied grin. "Damn, you're such a good boy."

Reece looked down at him, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. "Your turn now," he said with a cheeky smile.

Ti chuckled but quickly shifted back up to straddle Reece's lap. "You wanna suck my dick? You think you can handle it?"

"Bet I can handle it better than you can handle me," Reece shot back playfully before leaning forward to take Ti into his mouth.

"Shit!" Ti gasped as Reece's warm mouth wrapped around him. The sensation was electric; he couldn't help but thrust forward slightly, pushing deeper into that perfect heat.

"Fuck yeah, just like that," Ti encouraged, gripping the couch for support as Reece worked magic with his tongue.

Reece moaned around him, sending another wave of pleasure coursing through Ti's body. The sight of Reece on his knees—eyes closed in bliss while sucking him off—was enough to drive him wild.

"Damn... I'm close," Ti warned, feeling himself teetering on the edge. "I'm gonna cum."

Reece pulled off just in time to catch it all on his face and chest with a satisfied grin. "Look at you making a mess."

Ti laughed breathlessly before leaning down to capture Reece's lips again in a heated kiss—tasting himself on Reece's tongue while they lost themselves in each other completely.

After catching their breath for a moment, Ti positioned himself above Reece again. He looked into those eyes filled with trust and lust, searching for any hesitation.

"You ready for this?" Ti asked softly.

Reece bit his lip nervously but nodded fervently. "Yeah... just go slow."

With a gentle thrust forward, Ti entered Reece slowly—a mix of tenderness and raw need guiding his movements. They both gasped at the sensation; it was overwhelming yet exhilarating. Ti paused to let Reece adjust before moving deeper.

"Shit..." Reece breathed out, eyes fluttering shut as he felt Ti stretch him open.

"You okay?" Ti asked quietly, concern lacing his voice as he leaned down to kiss along Reece's neck.

"Yeah... just feels different," Reece admitted softly, trying to relax under Ti's touch.

"Just breathe for me," Ti encouraged gently. "You're doing so good."

As they continued to move together slowly at first—each thrust deliberate and filled with love—Reece began to relax into it more. The nervousness faded slightly as pleasure took over; he could feel himself getting lost in the moment.

"More... I need more," Reece pleaded breathlessly against Ti's ear.

With renewed intensity but still being mindful of their surroundings—Z was asleep just down the hall—Ti picked up the pace carefully—each thrust igniting sparks between them as they lost themselves in each other completely.

As they reached their peaks together—Reece calling out "Daddy!" in sheer ecstasy—Ti held him close, feeling their hearts race in unison. In that moment, everything felt right; they were exactly where they were meant to be—together.

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Tivaughn sat on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, twisting the cap off a bottle of water. Reece lay on his stomach, the sheets draped low over his waist, his head turned to the side, cheek pressed into the pillow. His fade was still sharp, but the sheen of sweat on his skin gave him a softer, more vulnerable look than usual.

"You straight, little daddy?" Tivaughn asked, his tone casual but laced with care. He reached over, running his fingers along the back of Reece's neck where his skin was warm.

Reece didn't respond right away, just let out a low grunt before rolling onto his side to look at Tivaughn. "Yeah, I'm good. You?"

"I'm chillin'," Tivaughn said, holding the water out. "But you? You need to hydrate."

Reece gave him a small glare but took the bottle anyway, propping himself up on one elbow as he drank. "You gon' keep talkin' shit, or you gon' let me rest?"

Tivaughn smirked, grabbing the towel he'd left on the nightstand. "Nah, I'mma take care of your mean ass first." He leaned down, dabbing at Reece's skin with the warm towel, wiping away the sweat from his neck and shoulders.

Reece closed his eyes, his body relaxing under Tivaughn's touch despite himself. "You don't gotta do all that."

"Shut up and let me," Tivaughn replied, his voice softer now. He took his time, his movements deliberate, running the towel down Reece's arms and across his chest.

When he was done, Tivaughn tossed the towel aside and slid down beside Reece, resting on his side so he could face him. He reached out, brushing a hand over Reece's jaw, the short stubble rough against his fingertips. "You tryna sleep, or you want me to braid Z's hair tomorrow? I was thinkin' about doin' somethin' new for him."

Reece cracked one eye open, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "You the only one he'll let touch his head. Do what you want."

Tivaughn chuckled. "Same with you. Don't think I ain't notice you don't go to nobody else for your lineup either."

Reece didn't deny it, just shifted closer, letting out a soft sigh as he rested a hand on Tivaughn's chest. "That's 'cause you know what you doin'. Ain't lettin' no rookie mess me up."

Tivaughn leaned down, pressing a kiss to Reece's forehead. "Aight, Pa. Get some rest. You deserve it."

Reece didn't respond, but the way he tucked himself closer to Tivaughn, his fingers curling lightly against his chest, said enough. In the quiet of the room, with only the hum of the city outside, they both settled into the comfort of each other, unspoken but understood.

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