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“So what, you want me to act like I’m a ten year old?”
Negan sucked in a breath through his teeth before choking out a reply.
“Yeah, kid.” He finally said, hands fidgeting with the zipper on Carl’s jeans.
“Well, that’s not weird at all.” Carl remarked sarcastically, watching as Negan fumbled with his zipper. He thought for a second about helping him take his jeans off, but he found it much hotter when Negan ripped his clothes off of him.
“Shut up, kid.” Negan replied, finally relieving Carl of his annoyingly tight jeans and throwing them on the floor beside the bed. Carl was lying down and Negan leaned in before he could speak again, roughly shoving his tongue into the boy’s mouth. Carl moaned into the kiss, hands moving up, one to cup Negan’s face and the other to run his fingers through the older man’s hair, it was soft and felt perfect in his grasp.
When he pulled away from the kiss, Carl was left panting lightly, feeling intoxicated and drowning in all that was Negan, his musky cologne like a familiar dream he once had a long time ago.
“You’re the one with the weird ass kinks.” Carl said, letting the man slide his white t shirt over his head, feeling the chilly air of the bedroom hit his exposed chest.
Negan chuckled out a dry laugh at that statement, not telling Carl that he knew the boy would enjoy this too. He knew Carl, and he knew based on his usual bratty attitude that this was something he would be into.
“C’mon baby, just do what I say?” Negan asked the younger boy, eyeing the growing bulge in his boxers.
“Fine whatever. Goo goo gaga.” Carl joked and couldn’t help but giggle at his joke as Negan scowled and pulled his own shirt over his head.
“Stop being an asshole, kid.” Negan requested, Carl saw his exposed chest and his heart skipped a beat, he was so tan and defined and so manly. The way Negan towered over him on the bed was one of Carl’s favorite possible things in the world.
“Fine, okay? I promise this time.” The younger boy said, agreeing to Negan’s odd request.
“Good little boy.” Negan said and the verbiage sent a wave of surprise through Carl’s heart and straight to his dick, which was already hard underneath his boxers from their sloppy kissing and Negan’s rough hands all over his lean body.
“Let’s get these off huh pretty boy?” Negan said, hands slowly latching onto the waistband of Carl’s boxers.
“Whatcha doin’?” Carl asked, easily slipping into his role, voice a little higher pitched than usual. Negan took his other hand and palmed his own dick through his pants, relieving some of the pressure that was building inside of him.
“I’m gonna make you feel really good, baby.” The older man said, his hand moving down where there was a wet spot on the front of Carl’s boxers, gently stroking his dick through the sheer fabric.
Carl whimpered, desperate for Negan to take his boxers off and fuck him senseless. “Don’t wanna..” Carl said, pretending that he wasn’t already ridiculously turned on by the roleplay.
“It’s okay honey, it’s going to feel so good. Let me show you what grownups do, you’re old enough to know now.” Negan cooed at him, and he took the waistband of Carl’s boxers in both hands. “Up, baby.”
Carl obliged and slightly lifted his hips to allow Negan to pull off his boxers, which he did with ease. Carl’s dick popped out of his boxers and the angry red tip landed on his stomach, oozing precum.
“Mm, but ’m not a grownup.” Carl pouted and Negan thought his little face was so cute, cheeks flushed and his chocolate brown hair covering his eye scar. Negan unbuckled his belt and slid it off, then unbuttoning his pants and taking them off as well until he was just in his boxers, and he sat on the bed next to Carl.
“It’s alright, sweet boy. Be good for me, okay? Maybe you’ll get a treat after.” Negan promised the boy, reaching down to caress his face and to move his long hair out of his eye, exposing his scar that the older man thought was so beautiful and unique. Carl’s eye lit up at the mention of a treat and he wondered what it could be.
“Okay, I’ll let you show me.” He gave in, feigning utter excitement at the thought of “getting a treat after”.
“Good boy, you’re so good when you listen to me.” Negan praised him again and gently took Carl’s hard cock in his hand, stroking it up and down slowly.
Carl moaned and his eye rolled back as he sucked in a breath. “W-why does it feel like that?” He asked in the most innocent voice he could muster up.
“I bet it feels really good, doesn’t it kiddo?” Negan asked him, thumb brushing over the slit of Carl’s dick.
“It m-makes my tummy feel all tingly..” Carl moaned, voice getting high pitched at the end.
Negan chuckled, god he was so unbelievably turned on by this. “That’s good, baby, that’s a good thing. Want me to show you what else grownups do, huh?”
Carl whimpered, face and the tips of his ears reddening and getting hot at the older man’s words.
“‘m not sure..it feels weird..” He whined. Negan wondered how the kid was so good at this but maybe it was because it wasn’t even that long ago that he really was that age. His dick ached in his boxers.
“Oh, darlin’ it doesn’t feel weird, it feels good, I promise. This is how it’s supposed to feel.” Negan said reassuringly, his tone soft and tender, and Carl couldn’t help but whimper again as Negan delivered gentle strokes to his hard cock.
“S-stop, I don’t like it!” Carl cried out, choking back another whimper. He couldn’t moan and break character but god that was hard to do with Negan’s rough hand around his dick.
“Shh, shh, baby,” Negan hushed him. “You do like it, I promise. I wouldn’t lie to you, you know? C’mhere.” He leaned over to kiss Carl and he seemed to even have that down, sloppily pushing his tongue around in Negan’s mouth like he had never been kissed before. Carl fought back moans and let out little kitty mewls instead as Negan continued to kiss him and pull at his dick, more precome spurting out of it.
He squirmed underneath Negan, trying to finally break out of the kiss but Negan wouldn’t let him, he brought his other hand up to the back of Carl’s head and somehow got even closer to him so he couldn’t move. Carl’s fearful whimpers were filling the room and Negan was absolutely drunk with lust for the boy.
He pulled away from the kiss, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. “Let me show you something, kiddo.”
“N-no!” Carl whined again but it was too late, Negan had already scooted down and took the full length of the boy’s cock in his warm mouth, hollowing out his cheeks and bobbing his head up and down. Carl squirmed, trying to somehow push Negan off of him but he was too strong and he used a free hand to pin Carl’s own hands up against his head.
Carl choked out a sob, wondering if and hoping he could get real tears to fall because he knew Negan would get even more turned on and desperate to fuck him.
“Stop it, that feels really weird!” He cried out, sobbing again as Negan pulled his mouth off of his cock, but only to speak.
“It feels good sweetheart, you know that. Don’t cry..” Negan said but he wanted him to, he wanted him crying and so desperate for him to stop.
Carl let out another whiny sob and tears fell down his face and Negan kept his hands pinned above his head even though Carl struggled against his touch.
“Stop squirmin’ around kiddo, it’s only gonna make things worse.”
“B-but, you’re touching my no-no parts and it feels really weird..” Carl whimpered pathetically. Negan sucked in a breath, he couldn’t believe how adorable Carl was like this, all desperate and whiny.
“I’m gonna show you what other stuff grown ups do, okay honey? You ready?” Negan asked him, removing his grip on Carl’s wrists. Before he could reply, Negan was already off the bed and grabbing their bottle of lube from the nightstand and coating his fingers with it.
“What’s all that sticky stuff?” Carl whined out, acting as innocent as he possibly could for Negan’s clear enjoyment. Negan let out a soft chuckle.
“It’s gonna help us so that it doesn’t hurt you, baby.”
“W-why would it hurt? I thought it was ‘pposed to feel good?” Negan practically choked at that question.
“It will, I promise. You’re just so so small , it would hurt if we didn’t have the sticky stuff, okay?” He said, placing the bottle of lube back on the nightstand and heading back over to the bed to sit down by Carl’s legs.
“But I don’t want it to hurt!” Carl exclaimed, trying to sit up but Negan pushed him back down onto the bed.
“It’s not going to hurt, baby, just trust me, okay?” He said, spreading Carl’s skinny legs and exposing his tight hole. Negan pushed a lubed-up finger against the rim of his asshole and spoke again. “Come on baby boy, just take a deep breath for me.”
Carl obliged and sucked in a slow, long breath, feeling shaky as Negan pushed his index finger inside of him, and he ended up crying out again.
“Fuck, you are so goddamn precious, kid, you know that?”
Carl blushed, feeling flustered and needy as Negan already pushed in another finger, prodding him open with the two.
“I…it feels funny..” The boy said, holding back moans again.
“How does it feel huh? Don’t be shy, you can tell me.” Negan asked him, his gaze on Carl’s flushed chest and his reddened cheeks.
“It feels icky..but it feels good too..” Carl whimpered again, already wanting Negan to add another finger because two wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy him.
“I told you it would feel good and that it wouldn’t hurt, didn’t I? You’re such a big boy, taking my fingers like this. I’m so proud of you, baby.” Negan’s words of approval made Carl feel crazy and he just wanted to scream fuck me, please .
“Yeah, ‘m your big boy, daddy .” Carl moaned and then choked on his words, feeling slightly embarrassed that he let the name slip out. He had never told Negan about his daddy kink, not knowing if he would like it or not. Negan paused for a second and, to Carl’s relief, spoke again.
“Yeah? Is Daddy making you feel good?” Carl could stop holding his breath.
“Y-yes, Daddy,” he stuttered out, “It gives me butterflies in my tummy.”
“That’s a good thing, kid, it’s supposed to feel like that.” Negan reassured him, slowly adding in his ring finger, finally three fingers deep.
Carl let out a breathy moan before speaking again. “Yeah..it does feel good.”
Negan continued to fuck him open with his fingers, trying to find his prostate if he could, the lube squelching as he went faster and deeper into him. Carl let out a high pitched whine and oh, there it was.
Negan loved to see his baby like this but he was getting impatient now, dick absolutely throbbing in his boxers, aching to be inside that tight little hole of Carl’s.
“Ready for the next part, darlin’?” He asked.
“W-what are you going to do now?” Carl asked, feigning complete and utter innocence again. Negan removed his fingers and got off of the bed again, slipping his boxers down to his feet and stepping out of them. He chuckled at Carl’s words.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, kiddo. Nice and slow.”
“What does “fuck you” mean?” Carl asked, tilting his head to the side and watching as Negan stroked his dick a couple of times before lining it up with Carl’s asshole.
“It means I’m gonna be inside you now.” Negan said and Carl blushed again, feeling desperate to have Negan inside of him but he couldn’t admit that part.
“Wait! But, I don’t want that inside of me, it’s too big!” He protested and Negan smiled.
“Just the tip, okay sweetheart? I promise. It’s not going to hurt you.” Negan said, pushing the head of his cock against Carl’s lubed-up hole.
“B-but!” Before Carl could say anythung else, Negan was slowly stretching him open with the tip of his cock, and when he finally made it past the rim, he slammed into Carl, bottoming out in three seconds flat.
Carl cried out, real pain mixing with his superb acting skills, he definitely wasn’t prepared for that.
“Whoops!” Negan chuckled, slowly pulling out and then slamming into Carl again.
“Stop it, daddy, it hurts!” Carl cried, secretly enjoying the roughness of Negan’s thrusts. Negan felt insanely intoxicated with lust as he started out a good rhythm, fucking into Carl so deliciously, he thought.
“I’m sorry, baby, I know it does. It’ll be okay.”
“B-but you lied! You lied to me, daddy!” Carl sobbed again, a tear immediately falling from his good eye down his face and onto his neck.
“I’m sorry, darlin’, I just couldn’t help myself.” Negan chuckled, laughing at Carl’s real pain. He continued to thrust deep inside of the boy, grabbing his ankles and pulling his thin legs over his shoulders. Carl tried squirming again but he couldn’t move, and his toes were curling with every thrust into him. He was crying now, and it didn’t hurt much anymore but Negan didn’t need to know that.
“Oh, baby, you’re so pretty crying for me like that. You’re doing such a good job, I know it hurts.” Negan said, his dick sliding in and out with ease. “You’re gonna make such a mess for daddy to clean up.” He chuckled slyly. Carl let out yet another sob instead of a moan, real tears still falling from his eye as Negan placed his hand on the boy’s dick again, stroking it up and down in time with his thrusts. He fucked him continuously, reaching his prostate with every thrust into the boy.
“Daddy, I feel something weird in my tummy.” Carl cried, letting Negan know he was close to his orgasm. Negan picked up the pace of his thrusts, wanting to cum at the same time as his baby boy.
“That means you’re close to feeling really, really good, baby.” Negan panted, quickening his thrusts with each passing second. “Daddy is too.”
“Ngh but it still hurts!” Carl exclaimed, hands clenched around the white sheets on Negan’s bed. He was getting closer and closer to his orgasm and so was Negan, surprisingly. He hadn’t even been fucking him for that long but being called daddy alone could’ve gotten him there, not to mention all of the other stuff.
“You’re going to feel so so good baby, just take another deep breath.” Negan instructed him as he fucked him and stroked his dick. Carl listened again, taking a dramatic breath in and releasing it.
“Daddy, daddy..” He whined, losing any other words as his orgasm approached him fast, creating a heat in his stomach and making his head dizzy. Negan was hitting his prostate with every thrust into him and it felt fucking amazing.
“That’s it baby boy, let it all out.” Negan groaned, still holding onto one of Carl’s legs with his free hand. Carl was mewling as he came, thick ropes of cum spurting onto his stomach and Negan continued fucking him through his orgasm, making him whimper even harder.
“ Good little boy .” Negan said, his orgasm following close behind Carl’s. “You’re gonna feel something nice and warm, kid.”
Carl was panting, practically gasping and trying to catch his breath as Negan groaned and thrusted a few more times, before his orgasm finally hit and he came deep inside of Carl, letting out a loud groan.
“Fuck, kid. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that fast in my life.” Negan chuckled, his dick still plunged deep inside of the boy.
“Me neither,” Carl panted, almost forgetting to drop his facade, his face absolutely flushed and head still spinning like crazy. Negan pulled out of Carl with a groan, and his cum leaked out of his hole and onto the, thankfully, white sheets on Negan’s bed. He let Carl put his legs down from off of his shoulders and he moved up to his face, pulling him in for another deep kiss, this time it wasn’t as sloppy and messy.
Carl moaned into Negan’s mouth and snaked a hand behind his head, playing with the older man’s dark hair as they shared their kiss. Negan pulled away and then dove back in to plant a little kiss on Carl’s nose.
Finally catching his breath, Carl exhaled, a smile on his face. "That was amazing." He said, his heart rate slowly returning to a normal pace and his head wasn’t spinning anymore.
“Of course it was, it was my idea.” Negan said, a hint of pride in his voice. Carl made an annoyed face at him before his expression softened and he giggled.
“So what’s with the daddy kink, kid?” Negan asked, lying down beside Carl and stroking his long brown hair.
“So what’s with the fucking-a-15-year-old-who’s-acting-like-a-10-year-old kink, old man?” Carl suddenly felt too exposed and he sat up to pull the blankets over their naked bodies before lying down again.
“Ha.” Negan said sarcastically, knowing how much they both enjoyed their little rendezvous. After Carl laid back down he put an arm around his tiny body and began stroking his hair again. “Ya know, you could’ve told me that a while ago, I think it’s fucking hot.”
Carl blushed like he always did and felt his cheeks getting warm, he looked Negan in the eyes before pulling him in for a gentle, chaste kiss without another thought.
“Yeah, I could tell.” Carl teased the older man after he pulled away, sighing as he closed his eye and laid his head on Negan’s chest.
“And here I thought you’d be ready for round two.” Negan said, hopeful that they would do this again sometime.
“Sleep now, weirdo freak sex later.” Carl mumbled sleepily, closing his eye as he felt Negan playing with his long hair. Negan chuckled but said nothing more, letting Carl drift off slowly into his slumber.
As he drifted off into sleep, surrounded by the warmth of Negan’s embrace, Carl felt peace wash over him. Negan could’ve laid there for hours, watching Carl’s peaceful and beautiful expression, but eventually his own eyelids grew heavy, pulling him down into a deep, restful slumber as well.
The last thing Carl felt before falling asleep was an arm pulling him closer, holding him tight, and he couldn’t help but smile in contentment.