Chapter 7

Tyson

I'd never expected ass wiggles to be considered helpful or for being carried to be a kink, but it seemed I was learning something new all the time with Dessie.

"I'm being a good boy, Daddy." That seemed to be more of a reminder than a random statement of fact, so I nodded as he shifted to petting my bicep. "Austin says good boys get rewards."

Ah.

Thoroughly enjoying exploring my muscles, Dessie didn't seem to realize he was nuzzling my chest again. He'd thought his comment about me smelling nice was innocent—and it was to a degree—but he hadn't realized I wasn't wearing cologne.

No, he was smelling my reaction to all his cuteness and wiggles.

It was obviously something he was thoroughly enjoying, which actually made it easier not to freak out. It'd been so many years since I'd let anyone snuggle against me like this, I hadn't expected to react so quickly…or so strongly.

I could get through a quickie without there being too much of an issue, but a few minutes of cuddles from Dessie and there was a problem.

Well, he didn't seem to think it was a problem.

"Austin is insane, but I think he's right in this case." My response got giggles and another wiggle from Dessie. I couldn't decide if he was being helpful again or just enjoying having my hard dick under his ass, but either way I was going to enjoy it. "So yes, good boys do get rewards, but we really haven't talked about what that means, have we?"

His naughty giggle said he had some ideas about what he wanted. "I like talking about rewards, Daddy."

I managed not to laugh but it was difficult. "I think a conversation about rewards could be fun. Hmm, do you want another dessert for being a good boy? What about a kiss on your cheek?"

My ridiculously innocent guesses got more giggles from him. "Nooo."

The way he dragged out his answer said I was supposed to keep guessing. "More wine? What about a new toy?"

Snickering, he shook his head. "No more juice, Daddy. Toys next time?"

Ah, so toys were tempting.

I'd remember that, but for the time being I played along. "Yes, I think that's a wonderful plan. But what should we do for your reward now? I just can't figure it out."

Shaking with laughter that he was trying to hide, probably because he thought he was being sneaky, Dessie managed to keep his giggles mostly contained. "Kisses are good rewards, Daddy. Where should I kiss you?"

Oh, that was how rewards worked, huh?

"Well, Daddy's kind of big, so there are lots of places to kiss." It was actually a very true statement but it set his laughter off again. "Should you kiss my cheek?"

"Hmm?" Pretending to think, he was barely holding back his laughter again. "You're sitting on it, Daddy."

Now I was the one barely holding back laughter. "That's a big cheek."

Snickering, he nodded. "Lots to kiss, Daddy."

"I think you're right." I also thought he was adorable and I couldn't figure out how another Dom had thought there was anything wrong with how silly he was. "But that wasn't the cheek I was talking about."

"Oh dear." He shrugged. "It can't be helped."

Coughing to cover the laugh that almost got out, I sighed. "I'm not sure that's how it works."

Sitting up, he gave me wide eyes and looked wonderfully innocent. "That is how it works, Daddy. Austin said so."

And he was the Queen of Kink…so that made everything he said correct?

My glare had Dessie pressing his lips together. "Oh, no. Daddy is in charge in our relationship. That's how it works. Not Austin."

Nibbling on his lower lip, he eased closer and whispered into my ear again. "Do we have a relationship, Daddy?"

Oh.

"Evidently so because Daddy said it." I liked that logic. "That's how it works."

Mirroring his own words made him giggle and I got a cheek kiss. "Yep, that's how it works, Daddy."

As long as it was getting him what he wanted. Which, judging by his obvious wiggle and snicker, was still to pet my penis.

Why didn't more Doms or just alphas in general want littles? It was like having the cutest, cuddliest toy to play with all the time.

"Daddy also says he wants chest kisses." As Dessie's eyes went wide, I shrugged. "Daddy said so."

Blinking, he nodded slowly. "That's how it works."

Repeating back the other half of the joke seemed automatic, and for a moment I thought I'd pulled him out of his little headspace. Well, I worried about that for a few seconds until he leaned in and whispered again. "Did you forget?"

He was either trying to be very careful with me or he thought I was stupid.

Possibly both.

"No, but I'm kind of tired of being afraid." Somehow, having the conversation with little Dessie didn't make admitting that as hard as it would've been otherwise. "And you like the way I smell. That's my milk, cutie."

Blink.

Blink.

"Really, Daddy?" He pulled back just far enough to look down at my chest and marveled at me. "It makes you smell like a Daddy, Daddy. That's. You're. Wow."

It wasn't like any reaction I'd ever imagined and actually made me smile. "Yep. Most of the time it isn't noticeable but cuddling with you is making it much more…active."

I wasn't sure how to explain it, so I stayed vague.

"I'm so special I make you smell good?" Wiggling again, Dessie completely lost his grown-up reservations about making me nervous and just marveled at how special he was. "I'm amazing, Daddy."

Oh yes.

"I think so too." Shrugging, I pushed down the nervousness and tried to look like a perfectly relaxed Daddy. "So, would my special boy like to help me not be scared?"

Nodding, he gave me a sweet kiss and looked adorably earnest. "I like that you're a special Daddy for a special boy."

That was such a wonderful way to see it, I swallowed past the lump in my throat. "Thank you."

Kissing his nose, I chuckled as he laughed and wiggled. "Daddy. That's not where I'm getting kisses."

No, he'd rather kiss my ass.

And just remembering that made me chuckle even more. "I'm not bending over. You're going to kiss my chest, silly goose."

He laughed so hard he nearly fell off my lap. "Daddy…bending…"

I caught him before he could go overboard and hit the floor, but that just made him laugh even harder. Eventually I had him wrapped up tight enough that he couldn't give himself a concussion and he managed to stop giggling, but he collapsed against me like he'd worn himself out.

I wasn't quite sure what to do next, but he didn't have that problem. Dessie rubbed his face against my chest and sighed. "You smell like a Daddy."

That was clearly a good thing and made the smell even better judging by how tight he made my chest feel.

Yep, he made a happy little hum and wiggled again.

He was going to kill me doing that or I'd just end up coming in my pants. And either way, I was going to end up with a wet shirt if I didn't do something about the situation. The thin nursing pads I wore inside my undershirt were very discreet, but it'd been years since I'd reacted so strongly.

"Let's see if we can make the smell even nicer." Yes, we were going to focus on the parts he liked. Smells and cuddles and kissing. "I bet kisses can make it even better."

I knew that for a fact, but letting him discover it on his own would be fun.

Yes, I liked watching him have fun and get turned on.

He wasn't hiding that reaction very well at all, so it was easy to keep it at the front of my mind. His wiggles weren't just for me anymore, and he even reached down and tugged on the front of his pants without realizing it.

There was nothing wrong with making him happy. I'd taken on the role of his Daddy, so that meant it was my job. I was in charge of his caretaking and setting healthy limits, and I needed to make sure he was happy.

That was what Daddies did.

I'd gathered as much information as I could on that, and while there were huge gaps in the knowledge on the internet, meeting his emotional needs was the primary purpose in being a Daddy.

The Daddy got some kind of emotional or physical need met by doing that caretaking. Men who'd identified as Daddy Doms online talked openly about getting aroused from their partner's submission, even though I should've realized that many didn't take their desire any further than that depending on the scene.

But Dessie's emotional and physical needs were very closely related and he was what mattered. So it would probably be rude to get turned on in a situation like this and not do anything about it. For a moment I couldn't decide if that was Austin logic or real logic, but I quickly realized that didn't matter.

Dessie thought Austin had real logic, so that was the only standard that mattered.

"I like nicer and better, Daddy." Dessie was probably thinking he was being subtle but he gave his pants another tug and licked his lips. "I like making you happy. You smile and you laugh and you cuddle."

"You do a wonderful job of making me smile and laugh, and you're right, cuddling does make me happy." So it was time to see if I could get happier without panicking. "Let's do some more cuddling together."

Yes, that was what we would do.

We'd make each other happy and cuddle.

Reminding myself that there was nothing to worry about as long as I was making him happy, I released the top buttons on my shirt and got more happy wiggles from Dessie. "I'll be good, Daddy."

Higher conversational skills had evaporated, but I wasn't sure if that was a lack of blood to the brain or a consequence of being little.

"Does that mean I'm going to get nice kisses?" That was the plan, so I wasn't surprised when he gave me an excited nod. "I like kisses and cuddles."

"I like kisses too…and…and I like rewards." That sentence came punctuated with another tug and I had to remind myself that laughing would give the wrong impression of what I was feeling. "Rewards are important for good boys."

Orgasms were important.

Got it.

"I'll remember, sweetie." But there was one thing we needed to discuss before his thought process got any fuzzier. So as I released another button and for the first time let him see the undershirt I was wearing, I focused on more important things than my fears. "But is there any type of reward you don't want from Daddy?"

Dessie tried to look up and answer me but the distraction was too strong and his gaze quickly bounced back down to my chest. "I…I like rewards, Daddy."

All right, new question.

"If you're getting a reward, can I touch anywhere on your body, sweetie?" I wasn't sure trying to be subtle would work but going right out and asking littlish Dessie if I could touch his dick didn't seem appropriate.

"Not my feet, Daddy." His gaze never moved from my chest as I worked at a few more buttons. "They tickle and that's…that's not a reward."

Interesting.

"Is tickling bad or just not a reward?" How was I supposed to ask that question to get good information?

Hoping he didn't just tell me that good boys got rewarded, I released the last button and opened my shirt. There was a very logical voice in the back of my head that pointed out I should be panicking, but he was so turned on and so utterly captivated, I just couldn't get too worked up.

Yes, there was a very reasonable level of worries flooding through me, but when he was so excited, it was impossible to get too wrapped up in my past. It almost felt like some of the kinks I'd read about online. I didn't have to get it to understand that they liked it.

And as Dessie watched me, barely holding himself back, I couldn't relate to what he was feeling, but I loved seeing his reactions.

I was turning him on.

I was really turning him on.

"Um…" Dessie struggled to remember the question as I tugged the wide-necked undershirt down and he finally saw my chest for the first time. "I'm a good boy, Daddy."

Yep, we'd flown past question time.

"You are. Come be a good boy and give Daddy kisses." Refusing to acknowledge how fast my heart was racing, I kept my breathing steady and smiled at Dessie as he kissed my cheek again. "That's right. You're my sweet boy."

He made a happy sound as he nodded, but once he looked down at my bare chest, his conversational abilities went out the window. I could almost see his little side getting stronger as his chatter shifted from words to excited sounds.

"Kisses, baby." Yes, that was the plan.

He was going to kiss and snuggle against me and we were both going to see that it would be fine.

It was more than fine.

All it took was one nuzzle to realize my chest was a lot more sensitive than I'd realized. It was never a place that I touched when I was getting off, so the fact that my nipples seemed to have a direct connection to my dick was…surprising.

Dessie was too lost in his own excitement to realize that, though. More happy wiggles escaped as he took a deep breath and nuzzled his way closer to where the smell was the strongest…right at my nipple. He let out choppy, breathy noises that were almost a hum and gave one side a kiss before moving over to kiss the other side.

I had a feeling that in his mind his sounds were closer to words, but they were not. They were, however, very clearly indicating how happy he was. My body was making him happy. His Daddy's body was making him happy.

Very happy, because one hand was pressing against my stomach and the other was tugging on his dick through his clothes.

All it took was one slightly open-mouthed kiss on my nipple for him to get a tiny taste of my milk, and while my heart stopped, he let out an excited hum and gave it another lick. And there went another tug. Lick. Tug. Happy sound. Wiggle.

He even did a happy dance on my lap as he got so wrapped up in his excitement and little side in general that he stretched out down the couch and got lower on my lap. There was nothing I had to do to keep the scene going, which was probably a good thing because I'd finally remembered that breathing was important but I wasn't functioning much more than that.

The closest thing I came to operational was when my arms automatically wrapped around him to hold him against me, and my body did that without me thinking. After a second when I realized how much he liked being held, I decided I approved of the action, but it felt like reality and my reactions weren't quite in sync.

"Good boy." Yes, that was what Daddies said. "Good kisses, baby."

Yes, he'd wanted to be a good boy and I needed to make sure he knew he was being good. I needed to make sure he knew I was proud of him for letting go of his own fears and showing me what he wanted. I needed to make sure I was taking care of his needs.

All of his needs.

So as he wrapped his lips around my nipple, I traded my hand for his and started massaging his erection.

Yes, I was going to show him there was nothing to worry about.