Zel was surprised to be leaving the house. Even more surprised to be leaving the house without the Master by his side or however the rules wanted it.

"We'll be there shortly sir," the chauffeur told him. He'd been professional through out the entire event, keeping a cool head like none of this was strange.

"Don't call me sir!" Zel giggled. "That's silly! It's just Zel, please call me Zel."

"Alright sir," the chauffeur whose name Zel came to quickly learn was Keaton, immediately replied.

Zel harrumphed. "You're not even trying!"

"Sorry. I can't do it," he finally gave up.

They would have driven in silence for the rest of the distance if it weren't for his continuous bickering and failure to stay still.

He managed to find out that Keaton was married to a woman exactly his height, and they had three daughters. Zel had already picked a favorite without ever even seeing her.

By the end of the ride, Zel made Keaton swear that they were friends although they hadn't even spoken for more than an hour. The older man smiled at him and replied. "If I have a son, I want him to be just like you."

Zel's reply was an emotional flutter of words, he honestly didn't know how he was supposed to reply.

He was only distracted by the sudden sight of the Master pulling his door open.

"Daddy!" His arms shot wide as he moved forward until he was engulfed in the Master's embrace.

"You're still mad at me right?"

Zel loved hearing that voice. No matter what the time or day was.

"Don't get any ideas, I still am. It doesn't mean I can't be happy to see you."

He pulled away to look at his face but the Master wasn't looking at him. It was strange, almost like he was trying to hide his face away. To him, it just didn't fit the man he was slowly coming to know.

"Listen Zel, I'm uh..." he drifted off as he spoke.

"Are you nervous?" Zel asked, genuinely trying to figure it out.

The Master scoffed. "I'm sorry about... that," he sighed. "Fuck. I'm sorry okay?"

"You have to work on that." Zel was smiling despite of it all. "But I'll take it."

It was Zel looking up at the Master, and the Master looking down at him. An unreadable expression on his face, and a big boyish smile on Zel's.

Zel didn't see the Master's hands twitch by his side, as if itching to reach out. The Master didn't see Zel's mildly sweaty palms clasped together behind his back. Only the silence stretched between them until Zel broke it.

"Daddy why did you bring me here? You could have done this at home right?"

He really could have, it wasn't even a really big deal.

"There," he pointed to a huge building. The sign read 'TULE' in a way that looked as authentic as anything could get. It was a store, and an expensive looking one at that. "I wanted to bring you here."

Okay...

Zel was clueless, but distracted when the Master extended his open hand out to him. His chest squeezed as he placed his palm in his.

The larger hand swallowed his and tugged him forwards. Zel's cheeks turned the color of cherries as he giddily fell in step beside the Master.

"Pick all the sweaters you want," he said immediately they stepped inside.

"Really?!" He couldn't really be serious.

"Mmm," the Master replied.

Zel squealed loud enough that everyone in the store stopped what they were doing to look in their direction.

He covered his mouth with both his hands and turned to the Master with wide eyes like he couldn't believe what he'd done, but there was no mistaking the laughter in his eyes.

What he found was the Master directing a look to the people he'd just turned away from. The look was scary, and a little protective because no matter the angle one saw it in, it said nothing less than 'fuck off'.

Then he turned to Zel and smiled like he wasn't threatening to tear off someone's limbs just a moment ago.

The Master bent down to drop a kiss to his forehead and Zel's eyes shut as he felt them. The kiss lingered. "Go ahead princess," he said.

Zel couldn't describe how he felt, couldn't really put a finger on it. There were fireworks exploding in several areas inside him. He felt a little light headed.

The shopping went by like a breeze. Zel was not so shockingly all over the place. He made the cutest sounds whenever he saw something he liked, tugged the Master adorably to show him anything he was marveling at.

"Look! It's got butterflies on it!" Zel was showing the Master a pair of sneakers he thought was way cooler than any he owned.

"You want them?" The Master asked him.

Zel shook his head. "No, I just think they are beautiful."

His attempt to check out every corner of the store failed. There was just so much to look at.

"This store is way too big!" He admitted, "I'm so tired."

"Then you shouldn't have run around like that," The Master replied to him. "Are you ready to go?"

Zel nodded. "You can go wait in the car if you're tired, I'll be right there."

"Okay Daddy."

Zel blushed on his way back to the car because the lady at the store had winked at him when she heard him say Daddy. How could she know?!

"Is the Master alright?" Keaton asked him immediately he was back, opening the door for him.

"Yeah why would you ask that?"

"He's not sick or feeling funny?"

"Of course not," Zel laughed. "Why, what's wrong?"

"I've worked for him a long time Zel, never once, have I seen him apologize to anyone," Keaton's voice sounded just a little resigned.

"Oh," Zel laughed it off. "That obviously can't be true."

"I'm not joking,"

"Maybe-"

Zel stopped short because just then, the Master came up behind him and hauled him away. "You can leave Keaton, I'll drive him back."

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"What is it?" The Master asked when it was only the two of them in his car. Keaton had pulled away and left immediately. Only sparing them a minute to wish them a good day.

Zel's hands fiddled with each other as he looked down. "I'm, mm... thank you," he still didn't meet the dark eyes that were focused on him.

Much to his embarrassment, the Master found it funny and chuckled. "You get cuter with every second."

Zel slapped his hands on his cheeks. "I'll just die now." He turned to the other side.

"Relax princess, it's nothing."

"No it isn't," he said, ignoring the airy feeling in his gut.

The Master didn't reply, he started the engine instead.

Zel watched his hands. The one on the wheel. His sleeves were folded, his eyes moved to his wrist, not missing any vein or manly attribute about him.

At the back of his mind, Zel was horrified. The sole reason being that he realized the hardness that kept growing between his legs.

He watched the other hand too, the one that touched the back of his headrest so that he could look back, then going back to expertly handle the gears while the other remained on the wheel.

"You don't know where it is?"

The Master was speaking to him it seemed.

He reached over and pulled Zel's seat belt to buckle him up. Only to stop. "What do we have here?"

The Master let the seat belt go and skimmed his hand over Zel's bulge. "Looks like someone's excited."

Zel shook his head no.

The Master fondled him where he was most sensitive at the moment, ignoring the fact that he'd denied it. If anything, it seemed to amuse him further.

"Do you want me to take care of this?" Zel's hands were squeezed together tightly between his thighs as he felt his temperature rise.

He nodded. Of course he did. He couldn't resist him when he was that close, not with his scent wafting its way into his brain like that.

The hand withdrew from him. "Get in the backseat right now," the Master said to Zel as he unlocked his own door.

It was a mess when they were both in contact again.

"I'm really glad you wore shorts," the Master said and pulled them off in one swift move, his hand around Zel's waist holding him securely. "Ducks? How cute."

Zel flushed when he realized the Master was referring to his underwear. In his defence, they were stylish. "They are purple," he said like it was answer enough for everything.

In a few seconds, the purple ducks too, were taken off his skin.

"Where did you get a condom?" Zel asked when he saw what the Master had retrieved.

"Anyone else would have asked about the lube instead."

Zel gasped when a finger coated in the cold liquid probed his entrance. He squirmed as his fingers fuddled over the Master's zipper. "You'll ruin it all together if you struggle like that."

Zel didn't seem to listen, he only focused on getting his member out. Much like himself, the Master was hard, his shaft jutting out to stand right in front of Zel's face.

No matter how impossible it was, he was suddenly needier than he'd been just a second ago.

He collapsed with a sigh when the finger entered all the way inside him. His cheek rubbing against the Master's length on its way down, then settling on along with his balls.

He stroked the length first when he got up again, his hand struggling and failing to close around it. Taking in the head had the Master cursing under his breath.

"Do you know how sinful you look right now?" The Master sounded a little breathless when he said it. Zel looked up at him.

"Fuuckkkk..."

Going lower would mean opening his mouth wider but he didn't get to do it. The Master gripped him by the hair until they were level. "Get on top of me," his voice rasped.

Zel was on his knees immediately, lifting one off to slowly go over the Master, straddling him.

"Come here," the Master pulled him forward and slid his lips over his. It wasn't like this was their first kiss, but at the same time, it was. Zel held on as his lips continued to move locked with the Master's.

It churned his stomach as their cocks, rubbed together. The difference in their sizes accentuated. He ground on the Master shamelessly to create more friction, more sensations, more anything. Just more.

He didn't have to expend all that energy, the Master held both of them and stroked. "That feels... so good Daddy." He broke off saying.

The other hand disappeared into his shirt, stroking every area of skin underneath. And then, the Master stopped everything and pulled him back for another kiss.

One hand traveled down his back and then a finger was inside him once again, as his back was still arched, Zel felt the second finger inside him. And then they moved. "Oh! D-Oh!" He moaned but the Master didn't stop fingering him.

"Tell me princess, what had you so worked up?" He asked. "What sinful thoughts crept up that innocent mind of yours? Was it this?" The Master increased the pressure.

"Ngh... mhmm..."

"Words."

"Yes Daddy."

"What else?"

"It's too dirty I can't..."

"Then you don't mind if I stop right here do you?"

"I... I can't  think... I mean... I-you sat where I was, but I was on top of you, just like this. I-I... I rode you Daddy, and..."

"And?" The Master rubbed his prostate.

Zel yelped and panted, trying to catch his breath. "And-and... you called me your little princess..."

"Hmm? You like it when I call you that don't you?"

"I love it Daddy... Please, I need more..."

"Roll this on me."

Zel took the rubber and ripped it off its casing, sliding it onto the Master's shaft. "Good, now sit on it."

He did nothing but that, the length disappeared as he slowly impaled himself on the cock he'd just covered up. "Daddy!" Zel scrunched up his shirt, the biggest pout on his lips, "I don't think I can move... you're so big."

The Master smirked. "Ride me slowly, you'll adjust to it."

Zel moved up first, then sat back down.

"Fuck... keep going."

Zel did it again, surer this time and faster than before, the burn faded pretty quickly and nothing but pleasure coursed through him. Until he was riding him like an expert.

The Master groaned and Zel felt a surge of pride.

He tugged his member once and Zel freaked, still bouncing up and down.

"Ahh! Please... I'm going to explode."

"Not yet," the Master said. He let him go and Zel fell foward.

"Daddy..." he whimpered.

"Yes princess?" The Master ran his hand in a soothing manner along his back, causing him to relieve a little of the tension.

"Could you... could you spank me? Even just a little?"

The reaction was chaotic. "I could spank you all day Zel," the Master speared in and out of him at a pace that just kept on building. "But I want to do it right... okay princess?"

Zel nodded into the crook of his neck where he had stuffed his face, his heart hammering inside his chest. The Master on the other hand, didn't stop fucking him. The pace was becoming impossible.

He grabbed hold of his leaking member. "Now princess, come for me."

Zel shot out jets of come as soon as the Master's words registered in his ears. He rocked violently and shuddered, head falling backwards with all cares to the wind. "Oh d-ddy..." Zel moaned.

"That's my cute little princess," he whispered to Zel. Zel was helpless as his lithe body shuddered once more.

He took it up from there and rode the Master a few more times until he stilled and came while still inside him.

One hand wound its way around his waist and he was being crushed against the Master's chest the next minute. He loved it.

He felt bold. Zel cupped the Master's cheeks and brought their lips together while his orgasm racked through him. It caused pleasure sparks inside him as the Master's member filled him and twitched inside him.

After breaking away, and several moments of trying to catch their breaths, the Master brought himself close to Zel's, their foreheads almost touching.

"That was amazing," his deep, breathy voice said.

It took another short while and the Master made to pull out but Zel stopped him. "No, Daddy... please," he sounded exhausted even to his own ears.

The response he got was a soft chuckle. "Not so innocent after all huh?"

Zel pressed his nose to the Master's chest and shook his head. He then wrapped his arms around the bigger man.

He leaned forward and closed his eyes, using the Master's chest as a pillow. "I like you Daddy. I like you a lot."

His voice was drifting away, and the last thing he felt was the Master's fingers in his hair; gentle, affectionate, everything he ever wanted.