I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling the aching pleasure in the pit of my stomach. I groaned, rolling over as I reached for my phone. I sighed as I sat up and went down the hall to Frankie's room.

I crawled into his bed, kissing along his neck. Frankie whimpered quietly, wrapping his arms around my neck. I pulled him close and he whined.

"Daddy," he mumbled.

"You're so pretty, baby boy," I whispered, kissing his neck.

Frankie giggled quietly, wrapping his arms around me. I pulled his nightgown up over his head and he blushed. My lips latched onto his neck and he whined.

"Remember to red light if you want to stop, okay?" I asked and he nodded quickly.

I kissed down his chest, moving to suck on his inner thighs. I mouth at the hard on in his panties and he moaned, his fingers running through my hair. I moved up, sucking right below his ear.

"Want me to fuck you, baby boy?" I whispered.

"Daddy, please," he whined.

I pulled off his panties, sucking on my fingers. I pressed one into him slowly and he whimpered. I moved it in and out slowly before adding a second. Frankie let out soft moans, his head resting on the pillow as he closed his eyes. I pushed in a third finger, moving faster as I stretched. He panted, rocking his hips against my hand.

I pulled my fingers away, grabbing his hips. I turned him over so his head rested on the pillow and his ass was in the air. I pushed my boxers down, running a hand over my length. I coated myself in spit, lining up against him.

"Are you okay, princess?" I asked and he nodded quickly.

I started pushing in slowly, hearing his quiet whimpers. His hands clutched onto the blankets, face buried in the pillow. I bottomed out, breathing heavily from how fucking good it felt. My hand reached down, running through his hair softly as I thought I heard a quiet cry.

"It's okay, baby boy," I whispered. "The pain will go away, I promise. What's your light?"

"G-green," he whimpered.

I ran my fingers through his hair a few more times before I slowly began rocking my hips. A quiet moan left my lips, the aching pain finally starting to get some sort of relief. My hands ran over his ass, squeezing softly before I pulled my hand back and gave him a sharp spank. Frankie gasped and I felt him clench around me.

I began moving in and out faster as his breathing picked up. Small whines and moans kept leaving his mouth. I held his hips, my fingers digging into the soft skin.

"Daddy, harder," he whined.

I picked up a faster rhythm, pounding into him. Frank was moaning loudly and I could feel a churning in the pit of my stomach that was pushing me towards the edge all too quickly.

He cried out when I hit his prostate, begging for me to do it again. My hand reached down to tangle into his hair, watching the way his hands clutched onto the blankets.

"F-fuck," he moaned.

I spanked him and he whined.

"No cursing," I said.

Frankie tried pushing back against me in time with my thrusts. I reached around and stroked him quickly, feeling him clench around me. Frankie panted heavily, the sweat glistening off his skin.

The burning pleasure was moving all throughout my body, my hips thrusting erratically as I lost all rhythm. Frankie was shaking, crying out as he came in my hand.

I grabbed his hips, slamming into him rougher. I could feel him getting hard again as he cried quietly. I leaned down, pressing kisses to his shoulder.

"So fucking pretty," I whispered, grabbing his hair.

Frankie just kept moaning, clutching onto the sheets. The burning knot was taking over, pushing my mind into a dizzy sort of state as I groaned. I could feel Frank clenching as he came for the second time and I rested my head between his shoulder blades. I moaned, my heart racing as I came inside him.

I thrust shallowly a few more times before pulling out, pulling my boxers back up. Frankie was shaking, crying quietly. I pulled him into my arms and kissed his forehead.

"Are you okay, baby boy?" I asked.

He sniffled quietly and nodded.

"We have to work on your control, princess," I said.

"Right now?" Frank asked, a slightly worried look on his face.

"No, not right now," I said with a small chuckle. "Some other time."

"I want a bubble bath," he said.

I got up, going to his bathroom. I filled up his bath, making sure to put a lot of bubbles in it. Frankie smiled happily, making grabby hands towards me. I carried him over and lowered him into the tub as he pouted.

"I want you in here too," he said.

I sighed quietly, pushing off my boxers as I sat behind him. Frank giggled happily, leaning back against my chest.

"Thank you for taking me in," he said softly.

"Of course," I said. "No way in hell would I let a pretty little boy like you stay there."

He smiled softly, resting his head back against my shoulder.

"Are you tired?" I asked.

"No," Frankie denied. "Not anymore I'm not."

I ran my fingers through his hair, which was a little damp from both the sex and the hot steam rising off the bath water.

"How was it?" I asked.

"What?" He asked.

"The sex, princess," I clarified. "How was the sex?"

"It was really good, daddy," he said.

I smiled, kissing the top of his head. Frank intertwined his fingers with mine, humming quietly.

"Daddy, Jamia told me you're just a sugar daddy," he said quietly. "That you buy me nice things and I do sexual things for you in return."

Damn it, Jamia. I swear, she never stops talking.

"Don't worry about what she says," I stated. "You're my little princess and nothing will ever change that."

Frank smiled happily, turning around in my arms. He rested his head on my chest and hugged me tight.

"When I was little my grandpa used to tell me the princesses were the prettiest people in the whole land," he said. "Does that mean you think I'm pretty?"

"Baby, you're the most beautiful person in the whole world," I said. "Nothing will ever change that."

Frank giggled happily and sat up, straddling my hips.

"I think you're really pretty too," he said, reaching forward to touch my hair. "Why'd you dye your hair this color?"

"I don't know, I just wanted to try it out," I said.

"I like it, it reminds me of snow," he said. "I used to love the snow when I was a kid. My grandpa used to have to drag me inside because I would almost get frostbite. One time I was sad about not having any siblings so I made snowman siblings instead. I named them Dylan and Marco."

I smiled softly and kissed his forehead.

"You're too cute," I muttered.

Frank giggled happily, running his fingers through my hair.

"Maybe I'll dye my hair this color too," he said.

I laughed softly and shook my head.

"With that haircut you'll look like Jack Frost," I said.

Frank laughed, scooping up bubbles into his hand. He smeared them over my chin and smiled.

"Now you have a matching white beard too!" He cheered.

I leaned forward, rubbing my cheek against his as he shrieked happily. He washed the soap off and smiled happily.

"You should get some rest," I said. "I don't want you crabby for tomorrow."

"What's tomorrow?" He asked.

"I was planning on taking you out," I said.

"Out where?" Frank asked.

"I haven't decided yet," I stated.

"Can we go on a walk around a park?" He asked. "I love parks. I used to always go to this one park near my house when I got sad."

"Why'd you get sad?" I asked.

"A lot of reasons," he mumbled. "Like when my grandpa died. I was really sad then. There was a long and I liked to go there to feed the ducks."

I smiled softly and kissed his cheek.

"Yeah, baby, we can go to the park," I agreed.

Frank smiled happily, running his wet hands through my hair again. I chuckled and pulled away.

"Come on, you need some sleep," I said.

I got up and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my waist. Frank watched me, resting his head on his hand on the side of the tub.

"C'mon, up," I said, grabbing a towel for him.

He whimpered, shaking his head.

"And why not?" I asked, drying myself off and pulling my boxers on.

"Because then you're gonna go back to your own room," he said. "I just wanna cuddle with you. Can't you come back into the tub with me?"

"I'll sleep with you tonight," I offered.

A huge grin spread across his face as he nodded. I helped him step out of the tub and I wrapped a towel around him. Frank smiled, rubbing his wet hair against my chest. I laughed, pushing him away gently.

"Come on, princess," I said.

Frank dried himself off and I kissed his forehead.

"I like this place so much," he said. "When do I have to leave?"

"Leave?" I asked. "Baby, you can stay here forever if you want."

"Really?" Frankie asked excitedly. "A-and you won't get annoyed with me and kick me out?"

"Of course not," I denied.

Frank leaned up to kiss my cheek. He held my hand and brought me over to the bedroom. Frank crawled into the bed and held the blanket up for me, watching expectantly. I crawled in beside him, wrapping my arms around him.

"Thank you," he said quietly.

I kissed the top of his head and Frankie quickly fell asleep in my arms.