Chapter 19

Tyson

Dessie might've only been half-awake, but even with his eyes barely open, he could nuzzle against my chest and find what he wanted. "Dessert? Daddy?"

He'd sunk so deep I was barely getting words, but he knew what he wanted before bedtime. "Cuddles, Daddy?"

Dessert and another orgasm.

"Yes, time for dessert and cuddles." Turning off the TV and the show about a young omega bear who wandered around the forest completely unsupervised, I wrapped my arms around him and stood up, chuckling as he clung to me. "Hold on tight, monkey."

He giggled softly, pressing his face into my neck, but it was subdued for Dessie. "Hehehe."

His monkey sounds had me trying not to laugh. "Oh no, where did Dessie go? I have a monkey?"

That got me more snickers and a hug, but it was also accompanied by a yawn. "Tired monkey, Daddy."

He had to be exhausted if he was making sure I knew he was tired. "You had a long week."

We'd seen each other as much as possible, but we'd both had a lot going on and I had a feeling he'd had some late nights. "You worked hard and you talked with Austin tonight."

That was always exhausting and his giggle said he knew what I meant.

"You played in the tub and had lots of fun." Several different kinds of fun if we were being specific. "You even gave Daddy a heart attack nearly falling off the bed. That's hard work too."

Why he'd thought it was a good idea to keep leaning forward to see between his legs I'd never know, but I'd aged ten years in that one moment. He was just giggling again, but the bed was tall enough that if he'd hit his head, Austin would've killed me.

We definitely needed a safety bed rail for his side of the bed.

I scoffed at his silliness and gave his well-padded bottom a pat. "Your Daddy's death is just something to giggle about. No fear of what Austin would've done to me at all."

Dessie tried to hide his laughter but he was shaking too much to disguise it. "I can see you laughing."

That just had it actually escaping by the time we'd made it up to the bedroom. "See? I know what you think of me now."

His response was another hug and a kiss on my neck. "Funny."

My snort got him going again and it was becoming harder and harder not to start laughing with him. Daddy was clearly just as tired as his little boy.

"Snuggle time, silly monkey." Setting him down on what was quickly becoming his side of the bed, I kissed his head. "You wait here one second."

As he nodded, thumb sliding into his mouth as he tried to fight off another yawn, I headed into the bathroom and finished up my nightly routine. Another minute had me stripping off my clothes and grabbing some sleep pants before turning off most of the lights and climbing in bed. "Now Daddy's ready too."

I wasn't actually sure Dessie would make it to dessert and his second round of cuddles, but he climbed on my lap even though he let out a jaw-cracking yawn. "That's right. Good cuddles for my good boy."

As I leaned back against the headboard, he straddled my lap and leaned in, wrapping his lips around my left nipple, which was the one he always seemed to go to first for some reason. All it took was one good suck to have the milk flowing, and he sighed, relaxing into me. "Good boy."

His suction was strong, but the rest of him was boneless. If someone couldn't see his mouth, it would've looked like he was asleep, but he was hanging on to consciousness by a thread. So as he sucked, I stroked his back and rocked him, encouraging him to mirror me.

Perfect.

"That's right. Good cuddles with Daddy." I had to admit there was a tiny voice in the back of my head that couldn't resist pointing out how my life had been completely turned on its head over the course of the last two weeks, but it was easy to ignore.

Not because it wasn't correct, but because there was a bigger part of me that liked the changes.

I liked having someone to take care of and I liked having a purpose in life again. Someone had to keep him from falling off the bed and killing himself. Someone had to slay the dragons if that asshole looked twice at him again.

Someone had to help Austin hide the asshole's body.

I was very useful to Dessie and I liked that.

I also liked how he'd been adorably stubborn about making our before he gets a playroom list.

He wouldn't let me railroad him and he was smart enough to know when I was trying. It was cute. But he needed a playroom and more toys and an office at the house at some point. Yes, he'd given me some invaluable information and it would make transitioning him to my place much easier.

He didn't take care of himself well enough when he was on his own.

I'd caught him having takeout delivered three times over the past few days and it was never healthy options. He hadn't even gotten vegetables when he'd ordered Chinese food. No, I was right about the situation and we just had to make sure he understood that too.

But at the moment, I had different kinds of physical things to worry about since his rocking was getting firmer.

"Good boy." His hips rocked, finding just the right angle before he moaned around me. "Yes, show Daddy how much you like your diaper and having special cuddle time."

I'd read several blog posts from a variety of littles and Daddies where they'd explained the physical reactions the soft inside of a diaper could get in a wiggly little. It was actually very logical, even though I was pretty sure some of their reactions were about how naughty it felt to them.

But if we were all going to pretend it was just what happened to penises when something was rubbing on them, who was I to point out how ridiculous it was.

If people wanted to delude themselves, I didn't care as long as it didn't affect Dessie any longer.

But as he shivered and whimpered around my nipple, I knew we'd already started changing how he saw his desires.

This little Dessie wasn't worrying that I'd think he was a bad little.

No, my baby boy was moaning and grinding his penis into his diaper even though he was barely fighting off sleep. I knew he'd be out once he came, but I was mentally betting whether or not he'd make it to that point.

Just because he wanted another orgasm didn't mean his body would let him.

Bodies were just interesting that way, and penises even more so.

They were fascinating creatures, so I knew it was at least a fifty-fifty chance he'd sit still too long and would fall right asleep. It probably wasn't nice to bet on my baby boy, but it kept me from focusing on what he was doing to me.

That was one of the reasons I knew he was too tired…he hadn't registered my own erection at all, not even to giggle. So I stroked his head and back, snuggling him close against me as he rutted in his diaper and held on to consciousness for dear life.

He was adorably stubborn.

"Yes, show Daddy how good it feels. Let me see it." Encouraging his orgasm so he could actually get to sleep, I made low, pleased sounds and kept up urging him to give in to the pleasure. "Happy time for my good boy. Show me how much you like being Daddy's diapered boy."

Yes, we needed to make sure the diapers had a wonderful association so he didn't worry about them. In the most general sense, I'd been neutral when we'd talked about them but expectation hadn't matched reality when I'd finally wrapped them around his body.

No, I wasn't neutral any longer.

There was something perfect about how sweet and helpless he'd looked, and I didn't want him to obsess later and come up with problems we didn't have, so I needed to make sure he knew that.

Another firm suck and one jerky thrust were all it took for his body to shudder, and his orgasm took over. Shaking, he whimpered and moaned as the pleasure swept through his body, completely overloading him as he chased every last wonderful wave.

When he melted against me, even more exhausted but smiling in a punch-drunk kind of way around my nipple, I knew he was going to crash hard any second. Yep. His eyes started closing and there was one last jolt before he went boneless again.

My inexperience showed because it took me entirely too long to figure out what that last half-conscious jolt had meant. In my defense, we had too many layers between us, so I could barely feel the warmth from his diaper, but as I realized what had happened, I filed the reaction away so I would remember it later.

He didn't seem bothered by it or even to really register using his diaper, so I waited a few more minutes until he was out and then gradually laid him down on the bed. Still nothing. I had to smile as he let out a sigh and his arms and legs spread out, taking over the space.

Climbing off the bed, I quietly went over to the dresser and grabbed the wipes and another diaper for him. Not having warm wipes for him was another reason he needed a playroom, but we could wait to get a better diaper changing setup.

That was another reason to go to the playroom at the club—I needed to see their setup and figure out a plan for the playroom and possibly a nursery. There would be time to work out everything that he needed, though, so for the time being, I carefully unzipped his new jammies and focused on changing him without waking him up completely.

Taking off his diaper went fine, but the cold wipe on his skin made him jolt and his eyes peeked open a sliver. "Shh…just relax. Daddy's got you."

His head shifted into something that might've been an attempt at a nod, but before I could decide, his eyes were closed and he was out again.

That time he didn't react as I fastened another diaper around him and zipped him back up again, grateful that the pajamas had worked as well as they'd hinted in the promotional material. They were practical and sexy and I was going to buy at least one in every color…and I was going to be doing more digging into the owner of the company.

Yes, information was always a good thing.

And for the time being, sleep was going to be a good thing as well, so I quickly cleaned up and climbed back into bed.

Of course, my getting back into bed still somehow woke up Dessie just enough for him to wiggle closer and start nuzzling at my chest, aiming for the side he hadn't drained earlier. Diapers for bed were definitely a good idea going forward because as I rolled over onto my side, he settled on my arm and latched on to start sucking again.

Kissing the top of his head, I closed my eyes and relaxed as he sucked. I was still hard as a rock, but as he nuzzled against me, I curled the arm he was using as a pillow around him to snuggle him closer and slid my other hand down between us. Taking my time wasn't the goal since I'd been hard since he'd gotten home, but I didn't jump right to the finish.

His lips around me felt too good and I loved the quiet sounds he made. But he'd been squirming on my lap for hours and the memories of him coming in the bathtub and coming in his diaper were too perfect.

So as his mouth finally lost suction and he was just smiling softly against my skin, I stopped fighting the pleasure and let it explode out of me. I was nearly silent, but somehow Dessie sensed it, smiling wider and wiggling closer.

I had a feeling it would just be a short reprieve until he made me hard again, but that seemed to be what Daddies were supposed to live with. Endless cuddles. Constant erections. And a few too many chicken nuggets.

****

"Daddy." Dessie's whispered tone took entirely too long to work its way through my brain. "Daddy."

Dessie.

Yes.

Opening my eyes, I looked up to see him peering down at me. "What?"

It was probably later than I thought based on the light coming in around the windows, but my brain had been nowhere near ready to wake up. "Is something wrong?"

Dessie blinked then nodded emphatically. "There's noises."

Noises?

Sitting up, I gave him a quick kiss and looked around for my phone. Yes, I hadn't fallen asleep without plugging it in.

"Baby boy, it's almost nine. It's Sofie." I turned back to see him blinking again. "My housekeeper?"

And his eyes went so wide he looked like one of those anime characters I'd accidentally found through some weird internet searches. "She comes in on the weekend sometimes."

He'd remembered.

It wasn't really a question, but I nodded. "Yes. She had to take two days off during the middle of the week, so she's finishing up some projects around the house and I think getting ready for the landscapers to come later this week."

Dessie needed a pool.

Mouth open.

Mouth closed.

Mouth open.

"She'll see me."

I wasn't sure we were making the same assumptions, so I tried to figure out where the disconnect was. "She won't come in my room with the door closed. Ever."

Hmm.

Nothing.

"When I was fifteen, I went to an internship program for a week over spring break. I forgot to leave my door open and when I got back it was exactly the way I'd left it. Her mother hadn't even done my laundry or picked up the dirty plate that I'd accidentally left. The mold had mold."

It'd been disgusting.

His lips finally tilted up at the side.

"I'd been working late on a project the night before and just forgot about it. Three hours of sleep isn't even reasonable for a teenage boy to survive on. But the door was closed and she didn't touch it." I'd learned my lesson about making sure I sent the right signals and paid attention to what I needed to handle in my personal space after that.

Licking his lips, he snuggled closer as I lay back down on the bed. "Didn't your mother think about opening the door?"

Um, no.

"I think my mother was litigating something at the state supreme court that week? No, maybe it was TV interviews?" I shrugged, not remembering anymore. "It doesn't matter, but she wasn't around much."

Dessie blinked and shifted so his chin was resting on my chest. "Oh."

"Yeah, it's not exactly normal but she and my dad are more present these days. She calls at least once a month." It was actually impressive, but Sofie just said that old age hits even the crankiest women hard.

She wasn't wrong but I'd managed not to laugh until I'd walked out of the kitchen.

To say she didn't like my mother would've been an understatement.

"So closed doors mean don't go in there." Again, it wasn't a question, but I nodded anyway and it encouraged him to keep talking through what was on his mind. "So that means if we have a playroom, then if I keep the door closed, it's private."

Hmm.

"I think you're missing how much I really hate dusting and vacuuming. I can do it. I'm skilled at a variety of useless things, but if it comes down to deciding that we're going to spend our time playing or dusting, well." I thought that decision would be pretty obvious.

Dessie sighed, so I decided it had been. "You're not wrong."

That meant I was right.

I'd already known that but it was good to see that he'd realized it too.

"We both work long hours and I want us to be able to completely relax together. Picking up your toys is one thing and I think it would be perfectly reasonable for me to be the one to empty that trash can, but it's not reasonable to make me vacuum." That would never be reasonable.

Dessie's eyes went wide, but I played dumb. "I'll be cranky if you make me clean instead of having time to spank you or give you dessert."

Blink.

Blink.

"Daddy." His scandalized tone came out in a whisper but it was adorable. "My diapers."

Pushing up on his arms and doing his best not to squish me, he looked down under his body. "My diapers."

Had he just realized he was wearing one?

We needed to make sure he got more sleep during the week.