14. GRANT

There was so much I wanted to do with Henry, and there just wasn’t enough hours in a single day to do them all. I knew he loved his tea parties, but I wasn’t equipped to know just what they required. I’d been surfing the net since being in the kitchen, trying to figure out how to give him the best tea party. He’d told me he would occasionally switch out the tea for wine, but that was with his friend and fellow little. I settled on the idea of a strawberry fruit tea, which I’d quickly realized he loved the flavor of. The next obstacle to tackle was the food. I didn’t know what he wanted to eat, or how much he wanted to eat, and I wasn’t going to break into his little space to ask him about it. To be a good Daddy meant to know and anticipate what the little wanted before they knew it themselves.

Most of the sites I saw were about English teas and that was made of cake slices and small sandwiches. Some of them didn’t sound too apostatizing and I didn’t have the ingredients in to make half of them, but what I did have in was peanut butter and jelly, definitely not the jam he’d not been too pleased with. I guessed jam and jelly weren’t the same after all.

I didn’t have a cake dessert option for the tea party, but I did have a box of butter biscuits I’d brought back. They had been intended to go with me to the office, but every time I thought to do so, I wondered if I should hold off in case something happened and I needed to devour the whole thing of them. Giving them to Henry as part of his tea party was the next best idea.

Henry knew what was about to happen. He’d already seen everything being prepared when he came in to see if I was coming to join him with the coloring in. I don’t think he actually wanted me to help him color, but so that I could watch him. His eyes, big like the saucers for the tea cups stared at the white, yellow, and blue decorative pieces, although very much still in the realm of being utilized.

He was sat on his knees around the coffee table, hands in his lap, a big smile on his face. Trying to show me he was on his best behavior when it came to the material. I could imagine if I’d bought it, I would have been a little more cautious myself, but since it was part of a white elephant gift exchange, and I had no connection with it, this was the best use. All of it on a tray, I carried it in to him and sat it down. There were four cups, four saucers, one large tea pot, and a tiered stand, not from the set, but for the sandwiches and biscuits. I’d tried my best to make it look good. It wasn’t like I had an eye for design, I just wanted to present it to him.

“Are you joining me?” He asked.

“Of course. I’m going to go and get your other teddies from the bedroom, and see if I can find that one which was digging me in the back last night,” I said. It had left me with a little bit of a sore spot which the bath had ironed out mostly, but there was still a twitch of pain there from where I’d been laid on it.

Henry waited for me to get back before he did anything. With all the little teddies in my arms, I set them out on the sofa to watch.

“I’ve never been to a tea party before,” I said. “So, if you’d like to help me out. I’d be very grateful.”

“Ok, so in my tea parties, we usually gossip,” he said.

“I love a little gossip.” We both did, it’s what bonded us over emails. We gossiped, mostly because neither of us knew the other, but we still gossiped even if it was mostly about the company I represented, without him knowing it at the time. “The tea is a strawberry and raspberry rooibos tea, or however it’s said. It’s actually full of antioxidants and vitamins, so it’s tea with benefits.”

“Tea with benefits,” he giggled. “I like the sound of that. What other benefits does it have?”

“It’s tasty, I think.” I actually couldn’t recall the last time I’d had the tea. It was probably when I was sick and had all the ideas of getting better. “And the sandwiches are peanut butter and jelly, the good type.”

He nodded. “And in a tea party, my tea parties, you have to eat the sandwiches before the cakes,” he said.

“I was going to suggest that.” Even if a PB & J was practically a dessert. “And who serves the tea?”

“Daddy should,” he said. “I’ve never had tea with a Daddy before.”

“A Daddy,” I repeated. “The only Daddy you’ll ever have any need for ever again. Me. And I will absolutely serve this tea. But it’ll be hot, so make sure you test it before you drink.”Pouring the reddish-pink liquid out for him, steam puffed out of stem of a tea pot. The sweet fruity smell permeated the air. I leaned in to inhale it. “It smells good, doesn’t it?”

Henry closed his eyes and inhaled big, his chest puffing out. “Like candy.”

Moving the tea cup closer to him off the tray, he went to reach for it and then pulled back with the way the side of the cup was already scalding.

“There was a milk jug and sugar jar too, but I think that’s for a different type of tea,” I told him. “Maybe I should’ve filled the milk jug with a little water, and then way we could’ve cooled it a little.” It was probably a little too late for it now, his cup was full. However, there were three empty cups. In that moment, I decided to fill the China jug with water and bring it to the coffee table. I didn’t want Henry burning his sweet little mouth, especially not when it would’ve been my fault.

With our cups filled and our tiny plate housing tiny sandwiches, we started the ritual of gossip. It wasn’t real gossip, it was a little’s version of gossip. Henry started it. “Beatrice and Sorcha are no longer allowed to sleep next to each other in bed,” he said. “Apparently, Beatrice pinched Sorcha and pulled out some of her fur. I didn’t see any of it. So Sorcha pulled one of Beatrice’s button eyes.”

I looked at the teddies on the couch, and rightly so, one of them was missing a button eyes and the other was missing a patch of fur. “That’s awful,” I said. “I wonder if they’re jealous of Arnold.” The lion teddy was tucked under Henry’s arm like he was being kept in a permanent headlock. “Do you think they would ever hurt him?”

He gasped. “Maybe. It’s why I keep him so close,” he said, stuffing him into the other arm. “Now you have to gossip to me, about anything. But it has to be fun. That’s the rule.”

I wasn’t sure if that was an official ruling, but if he said it, I was inclined to believe him. “Ok, my gossip. I met someone, very adorable, very cute. They are an elf. They help Santa get ready for Christmas. It’s very impressive. He’s got these great hand skills, and mouth skills too. You know, for all the candy canes that need to be prelicked, and letters that need sending. Well, he’s really special to me. And I guess my gossip is that I’m actually hoping to spend more time with him.”

“Oh I hope so too,” he said. “I wonder what he’s doing right now?”

“Right now, I think he’s relaxing, maybe he’s just chilling, preparing himself for Santa’s North Pole a little later on.”

He bit his lip at me. “Mhmm, you think he will have enough space for a large pole later?” He giggled.

“Maybe, I’m not sure. I hope he’s got room.”

I didn’t even know if he’d brought the elf costume back to my place with him, and it would mean I’d have to get the Santa outfit out again and that needed a cleaning after the lube and cum it had gotten on it.

The tea party went beyond what I thought it was going to be. I knew Henry enjoyed it, but to see just how much he enjoyed it was really nice. We drank the delicious tea, ate the food, and gossiped about Christmas. Some of the things he said sparked ideas within me, thoughts about whether I could get him something for Christmas. I was planning too far ahead of both our lives at this point. I wanted us to continue, and I wanted this to keep going, but there would have to come a time when we would have to report this to HR and then we’d probably have a whole lot of eyes on us. Or worse, whispers dissecting everything we did.

“I think the tea could’ve used a little honey, maybe,” he said once we’d finished. “I didn’t think about it until just now. But it’s your first tea party.”

“I’ll remember that for next time. Because there’s going to be another. And another.”

“Promise?”

“An absolute full promise.”

He brought up the thought I’d had. Almost like he’d read my mind. I caught the glimpse in his eye, seeing him come out of little space and go into a more serious brain moment. “Do you think they’re going to talk about us at work?” He asked. “Because I want to keep seeing you, and I want to do it through all the proper channels.”

I nodded. Not in response, but agreement. “I’ll see what I can find out on Monday about that. But until then, don’t worry yourself over it. You’re too special to have all those adult thoughts swimming around.”

“Not the only adult thought,” he giggled.

“Oh, are you ready to be a playful little?”

“I am always playful.”

“Give me two minutes to clean this stuff away, and then I can be playful too,” I said, giving him a wink.

“I’ll go wait for you in the bedroom.”

I didn’t have to do much other than take the tray back, but my mind was in so many different places, thinking about him and the relationship we were forming. I wasn’t exactly sure what would happen on Monday if I went to HR and told them, and I also hadn’t counted on us meeting the way we met either. But I was positive it was going to continue. The truth was, I’d probably fallen for Legal Elf months after we started talking, so it was easy to feel that connection now transposed onto him physically.

In the bedroom, Henry was laid on the bed with the reindeer hood up. It was unzipped to show me his naked body, except for where it cut off around his waist. I was desperate to slip him out of it completely, but I wanted to play with him first. I crawled on the bed from the bottom, over the top of him, my mouth leaving little kisses almost visible in his skin from where my licked wet lips placed themselves.

Henry giggled and wriggled, trying to force me further up his body and stop teasing him. I wasn’t going to stop. I was making notes of the way he smelled, even if he smelled like the soap I used, it was different coming from his body. I gave him tiny nibbles too, just enough pressure to leave an impression of my two front teeth.

“Your beard is tickling me,” he said.

“You like it.”

“Yes, but it tickles.” He tried wiggling a little more. “Oh no.”

I pulled away quickly. “Oh no, what?”

“You’ve made something happen down there?” He pressed his lips together as he made a glancing nod to his crotch.

From touch alone I knew exactly what he was referring to. His cock was hard, rock solid, begging to be touched. So I did, grabbing it with a firm fisted hold. It throbbed in my hand back at me. “I’m pretty sure I have something that matches it.”

Henry wasted no time in stuffing a hand down the front of my sweatpants and being accosted by my erection. He tried to move his body down the bed and get a better angle at it, but I wasn’t letting him move anywhere. He had to waist until I’d finished giving him all the sweet kisses his body deserved.

“I need to restart,” I said. “One kiss.” Henry’s hand left my cock as I pulled my hips back. I left the first kiss just above his hip bone, the second above that. Counting each one of them until I got to ten. “Ok, maybe now I’ll let you.” I kissed him on the lips and rolled onto my back laying beside him on the bed.

Henry was quick to straddling my hips. He sat there for a moment, his eyes darting all over, from the bottom of my T-shirt to my neckline, and my mouth. I gave him a guiding hand, helping him to pull my T-shirt up and the opportunity to rub his sweet face all up in my stomach like a cat, trying to get comfortable. His hands grabbed and groped, going through my body hair. His face joined them, giving me kisses in the spaces without hair. Looking to me for his next move, he was absolutely adorable.

“I’m going to get the toy out again,” I said. “Do you want that?”

“Yes,” he said in a loud breathy moan. “I need it. Please, Daddy.”

He didn’t need to say another word. I lifted him from me and placed him on the back on the bed. The toy had been washed and placed back inside the box. I hadn’t ever had toys like it, so I didn’t understand the practice of where they should be kept, and if it was in the box, it wasn’t in the way of collecting dust on the silicone.

“The candy cane lube too,” he said.

“Peppermint?”

“Oh, yeah, that’s the one.”

The lube was in the bedside table. Henry was already out of his onesie, except for the hood, meaning he was wearing the onesie from the hood alone. He lifted his legs up, knees to his chest, so very well prepared for me. His pink little hole on puckered display. I climbed on the bed with supplies, and spread his legs to get a better reach with my tongue. I was serious about committing the way he felt on my tongue to memory. He moaned as I played around with his ass, and that was before the candy cane toy.

He was very ready to be played with, the lube did it’s job at tingling and giving easier access. Going from a finger to the toy created deeper more hoarse moans from the back of his throat. He really enjoyed riding the cane, the deeper down the pole, the deeper the grooves, and the more sounds he made.

“Fuck me,” he begged softly. “I don’t wanna cum quickly.”

“We might need to get you a little cock ring to keep that from happening.” I couldn’t blame him though, I was doing everything in my power to get him to cum. I just didn’t want it to happen. I knew it would be the big climax to the day, and the rest of it would go down hill. I didn’t want that to happen just yet, even if it was inevitable.

After removing the toy and Henry’s urge to cum, we changed positions on the bed. He played with the tingle lube on my body, starting with my cock this time, and eager to see how much it would effect me. He sucked nearly every droplet of lube he placed on my cock. His tongue was desperate to clean it every time, maybe he was enjoying the tingle in his throat.

“I’m not gonna cum,” I told him. “You can keep going.”

Wriggling up my torso, he placed the lube on my nipples and licked it clean from there. Again, not giving it too much time to settle on the skin or let me feel more than just the early stage of a tingle.

Eventually, I stopped him and laid him on his stomach. I placed a little bit of the lube on my cock before a condom, and then I added more to that, and a little more to his hole. I was ready to create the slippiest entry point inside him than had ever been made before. Perhaps lubed up enough to pull me inside and I could really give his prostate a fuller massage.

I pulled his arms up above his head, planted on the headboard with my head at his shoulder. “Are you ready to have your stocking stuffed?”

“Fill it all the way up,” he begged. “I want to be overflowing.”

I really wished I could’ve overflowed inside him, but until that could happen, he’d had to settle for me filling a condom instead. The moment the tip of my cock was at his hole, it went deep, opening him and his mouth to moaning against the pillow. I moved his head to the side, getting his moans to fill the room instead of muffling them.

Pumping my hips and cock inside him to his moans was becoming an impossible challenge of not cumming. And just when I thought I was going to be the first one to cum, I felt his hole clench around my cock and his body jolt around in the same way it did when he came. It was nice to know I knew his body habits after so little time physically together.

My cock came inside the condom, filling it up like there was a small heavy bag on the end of my cock. I didn’t want to stop thrusting into the constricted hole. It was heavenly. I kissed his back and neck, and whispered, “good boy” in his ear, just to feel him moan and shiver excitedlyagainst me.