Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16

LUKE

Timothy is curious about the store more than anything else. He hesitates more than once as he picks up an item.

I believe it's because he's concerned about me buying everything that he touches. Like I have no self-control when it comes to spoiling him.

He has the right to be worried. I am mentally cataloging it all for later.

However, I do intend to keep my promise. I won't buy it today.

There's much less here that he openly admits to enjoying anyway. He glosses over most of what we pass coming into the store. I lead him past the kinkier aspects to the age playroom in back of the sex shop. This space is dedicated to Daddies and their partners.

From what I was told when I asked Bellamy for the information, it’s not gender specific either. That means there are little items for boys, girls, and those who are nonbinary.

It's a real paradise for someone into age play. It has toys and costumes, play clothes and accessories. All of it catered to the inner part of our being that craves that regression.

My boy takes it all in with wide eyes. I enjoy watching him look around. His eagerness is refreshing. There's no hiding from his emotions. No pushing it down anymore.

I feel like we're finally on the same page.

When we pass the diaper section, he pauses. I give him a nod of encouragement. Ever so gently, he lays his hand on top of one specific pattern. The closer I get, the better I can see the design.

How ironic. It’s bow ties. Little tiny bow ties printed all over the soft baby blue fabric.

“They're perfect, honeybee,” I tell him, as I scoop up a bundle of them. They're left loose in case of emergencies, but I know that they'll have packs in the back as well.

As I hold them to my chest to carry around, he looks up at me with an expression akin to wonder. "You don't mind?" he asks.

"Of course not. I told you, I'm not particular about the age of my regressive partner. I only want you to be happy and comfortable. If that means you wear diapers and suck your thumb, then great. If it means that you play video games and get grumpy, also good too. Brat is my hard limit. Past that, I'm open to trying anything. Especially where you're involved.”

He blushes, ducking his head and turning back to the items spread around the room. The space is large, which is rather deceiving given the view from the outside. The first time I came in here to scope it out, I knew I had to bring my boy immediately.

We spend another hour searching through the store before I hear my boy's stomach rumbling. "You're hungry," I state plainly.

He looks up at me sheepishly. "Yes, Daddy."

Pride swells within me for how easily he uses the term now. I could see him holding back before. Hearing that word on his lips is the best gift I could be given.

"All right, honeybee. Let's purchase what we have for now. Then we can come back another time. I've got to get you fed."

He bites his lip, then follows me back through the store towards the register. My arms are loaded down, while Timothy carries a few items himself.

The cashier smiles brightly at us. "Find some things you like?" she asks.

Timothy nods quickly as I rub his back. “My boy here was excited to get some things for my new place. We'll get to play now that we have more to work with."

I feel his eyes on me as I speak to the woman. She gives me a knowing look, making it obvious that he had no idea what was happening before I spoke up.

"Well, that's good," she tells me. “Every Little needs a space to play properly. They also need all the accessories their heart could want.”

“I agree wholeheartedly.”

We pay and head out. My boy waits for me to get him strapped in. Once I buckle his seatbelt, I press a kiss to his lips and then his forehead. When I come around, his skin is that soft pink I love so much from blushing so hard.

"What would you like to eat?" I ask as I shift the car into reverse. Turning, I place my elbow on the back of the seat and check to see who's behind me. I hear a groan, which has me pausing to look over at Timothy.

“Why is that so hot?" he says. "You look hot, Daddy."

Lust moves through me so fast; my body goes on autopilot. I slam the truck into park, then clasp my boy's face and pull him into a filthy kiss. Our tongues tangle together as I let him feel just how strong of an effect his words have on me.

He has no clue how obsessed I am with him. How deeply entrenched into his world I've become. How every waking minute of my day revolves around him or things I want for him and for us.

When I pull back, he smiles softly, his eyes still closed. I kiss each lid, then continue backing out.

"You still haven't answered my question, honeybee. What sounds good to eat?"

“Subs?” He says it like it’s a question.

I let it go, since I know we're still trying to figure out our balance with everything. Eventually, I'll make it known that he can tell me whatever he wants, and it’ll be fine. I don't need to choose, not unless he feels overwhelmed. Then I can do my duty as his Daddy by stepping up to take the lead.

A few blocks away, I find a sub shop with a familiar franchise name. I park and take us inside. Every event with my boy, whether it be getting food or house shopping, shows me a little more about him. Today's new fact I learn is how off put he is by certain vegetables.

As the employee puts together his sandwich asking about each vegetable and condiment, he winces and scrunches up his face at what he hates most. I avoid those as well because I'll be damned if I don't get another kiss once we're done eating.

We sit at a two-seater, high-top table near the door. It's not too busy, thank goodness. My face is rather famous and had it been too packed, I would have just taken us straight home.

I really wanted to eat in the restaurant since I need the time to cool down before we’re alone. That kiss has me worked up more than I should be. Has me aching to go after him like a feral beast.

While I don't think my boy is shy in the bedroom, I do think he needs me to take it easy at first. We need to get our wants and dislikes more out in the open. For now, I'm focusing on taking care of him and his Little side before anything else.

As we eat, we discuss general things about hockey and life. Nothing too in-depth or distracting. Even though it takes us nearly an hour to finish and get back to my place, I'm still a bit on edge. It's why I give him the keys and tell him to go inside while I unload the truck. If I have a few minutes of not breathing in his delicious scent or looking into those precious blue eyes, then I'll be able to make sense of how I'm feeling.

Walking inside a few minutes later, I find Timothy standing in the living room with hands on his hips and a frown on his face. "What's wrong, honeybee?"

"Daddy," he whines. “Why? You haven't unpacked anything."

I snort as I set the bags down on the dining room table. It's one of the few places cleared off since I like to eat there. I go up to him, my arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him tight. I love having him pressed against me this way.

“I know it’s all still packed up. Considering I live here, I'm quite aware of the status I've reached. It's hard to unpack when my thoughts are centered around a certain precious boy I want to convince to be mine.”

He blinks, expression unreadable. After a moment of silence, I clarify in case he's unsure.

“That boy is you, Timothy. My honeybee is who I've been focused on.”

He lays his head on my chest as his arms wrap around me tightly. “You still have to take care of yourself, Daddy. You need to unpack.”

I run my hands along his back, careful not to turn the mood sexual as I hold him. He's being so sweet. My heart aches. I want to tell him we're forever. I want you to declare that nothing and no one will come between us if only he'd give me a chance to prove it.

But as I pull back to speak with him more about it, he yawns, causing me to laugh. “Looks as if my boy needs a nap.”

His expressive face shows his shock at my words. “A nap? I can have one of those?”

I run the back of my knuckles down his cheek. “You can have whatever you want, honeybee. Ask for it and it's yours.”

He takes a deep breath and says, "I would like a nap, Daddy."

I release him long enough to wrap our hands together so I can lead him to my bedroom. Once we're in there, I pull back the blankets and motion for him to climb in. He looks down at his clothes and then at me and scrunches his face up again. He's so cute when he makes that expression.

I fight not to laugh, which quickly becomes easy once he rips his shirt off and begins to undo his pants. "Honeybee?” I ask softly.

He shakes his head. “I can't sleep like this, Daddy. My clothes are dirty. I can't get your bed stinky.”

There's something mischievous in his gaze. I'm sure he doesn't want to sleep in his clothes and wrinkle everything, but I also think he's taking the opportunity to remove clothes in front of me to test my willpower.

Little minx. It's not brat behavior, so I'm not bothered by it. If anything, I'm turned on at the boldness. I like being teased by him.

Holding perfectly still, I wait for him to climb in. As soon as he's in place, I cover him up and tuck the blankets underneath him, cocooning his body in place. He giggles all the way through it, wiggling like I'm actually tickling him.

Once he's secured, I hover over his face. "There you go, honeybee. You get to have a little nap now.”

He smiles at me, that look still in his eye. “And now you have no excuse not to unpack, Daddy. I’m safe and sound in your bed.”

I scowl, though it's not a serious look. I mean it with a lighthearted energy.

“Did you plan this?” I ask.

My boy bites his lip, nodding slowly. “I really am tired, but also, it would be a good idea for you to get some work done while I sleep.”

I take his slight manipulation in stride. I've done more to get his attention than something like this, and I will probably do a lot worse along the way. There are no rules when it comes to him being mine.

“Very well,” I tell him. “While you sleep, Daddy will unpack a few boxes. But I'm not decorating anything until all your choices come. Everything I have here is mostly everyday stuff I need. The rest will have to wait."

"Deal," he says, then puckers his lips.

I lean down to press a kiss there, then I stand abruptly. One more minute of my lips touching his, and I would be ripping that blanket back to devour him. Visions of his erect cock sliding down my throat are enough to have my feet moving.

"Sleep well," I shout as I shut the door quickly behind me.

Leaning against the doorframe, I take a few deep breaths, willing my body to calm down. Now is not the time. My boy will let me know when he's ready for more again. Knowing I have at least an hour or so of time alone, I do as I promised him.

I start in the living room and dining room area, unloading the boxes onto the table with the bags from the sex shop. Game trophies and important papers get stacked up alongside the diapers and building blocks I purchased for him. Anyone else looking around would find it all odd. I find it peaceful.

This is how I want my life to be. How I envision it to go from now on.

Which is why time flies as Timothy sleeps. Box after box gets broken down and emptied out. The few things I know have a place get put away while the rest gets neatly organized. I'm thankful for the distraction because soon enough, I'm fighting against my instincts to check on him.

If only I had a way to keep an eye on him, I would know the second he wakes up. I don't want him to be alone in bed. Don't want him to miss me when I'm close enough for him to touch.

Deciding to be done for a while, I slip into the room carefully. He is still asleep, though I can tell it's not as deep as it was before.

I position myself in a chair in the corner just to watch him. I'd rather not wake him up. I know he needs the rest. He's worked himself too hard. Even with Jake cutting him a break recently, I can tell the exhaustion is bone deep.

About twenty minutes pass before he slowly comes to. I'm out of my chair the second I feel his eyes pop open and turn my way. Kneeling by the bed, I rub my thumb along his cheek.

“Hey there, sleepyhead. Feel any better?”

He smiles softly. His thumb, which had worked its way into his mouth, pops free. I rub the digit to help with the blood flow and ease the pruning that's formed.

“Hi, Daddy,” he whispers.

My smile grows. “I did what you asked, honeybee. There's not as many boxes as before.”

He pushes to sit up. “There's not? Let me see, Daddy. Let me see!”

His arms reach up as if for me to lift him. I realize with quick clarity that my boy is in his Little space. Whether it's from how he woke up or the trust he has in me, I'm not sure. All I know is I want to explore it more. I want time to feel out where this is going.

So I don't hesitate to lift him into my arms. He's only in his underwear, and when his hard cock presses against my abs, I have to clench my jaw so tight I wonder if my dentist is going to get a call. With my arm underneath his hip and the other at his back, I walk us into the living room and show him all the places I cleared off.

He makes appreciative noises at the right moments, clapping a little once he realizes just how far I made it.

“Good job, Daddy,” he says as he peppers kisses around my face.

I tickle his sides, which has him pulling back and giggling. Knowing that he needs this time to relax, I sit him down on the dining room table near the bags we purchased earlier in the day. I pull out various things showing each to him. None seem to really catch his eye until we get to the diapers. I should have known since this was the thing he so easily put his hands on, yet seemed the most hesitant about in the store.

"Would you like me to help you with this, sweet boy?" I ask him.

He looks from me to the small bow tie patterned fabric in my hands and then back. "Yes, Daddy," he says softly.

I nod, then grab all the supplies I need, including the wipes and powder. I want to be more than prepared to take care of him. With the stack of goods in one hand and my boy held up by my other, I march him back to the bedroom.

Laying him out of the bed, I position him in a way that I can work from a kneeling seat beside him. I ease his underwear down, exposing his hard length and fully naked form. It's an intoxicating sight. One I wish I could bask in for longer.

But I will not take advantage of him this way. We still need to have more of a talk about our limits and what our roles are. Me going this far today is already near crossing the line I want to keep.

If there's anything I know in this life, it's that clear communication is the best. I'm finally getting somewhere with him, which means I have to keep myself in check.

The process of getting him cleaned up and in his diaper is a breeze. I've only ever watched other ABDL players on the scene, but it's nothing for me to pick up what to do. The second I latch the diaper in place, my boy sighs with a contented sound I feel deep in my heart.

This is Timothy. This is my boy.

“Stay here,” I tell him as I pat the front of his diaper gently.

His cock is still hard beneath the fabric. With it in place, he's tucked away for a while.

I go to my closet and grab one of my oversized shirts. Considering how small he is, it will more than cover him. Even if it didn’t, I wouldn't mind seeing that little diaper peeking out while we spend some time together.

I slip the shirt over his head, then ease his arms through. For his part, Timothy remains still the whole time, eyes wide and watching.

When he's ready, I lift him again and take him into the living room. I did at least manage to get the TV hooked up, as well as sign into my streaming services. The minute he's in place on the couch, I'm able to wrap us both in a blanket.

It'll be an hour or so before he gets hungry again if what I’ve observed of his habits so far holds true. I have no intention of ending this date before I have to.

“Anything you want to watch in particular, honeybee?”

He shakes his head, tucking further into me. His thumb slips back into his mouth too.

Seeing him use the comforting gesture while awake gives me chills. He's comfortable with me. Comfortable in my space. I hope to keep him that way.

Rather than put on hockey footage or some action movie like I’d do if I were alone, I select an old school animated cartoon and set it up on autoplay. Then I recline the couch seats so that it's almost as if we're in bed, just at a more elevated position.

I want to tell him that I love him. I want to promise him forever.

Being with Timothy is becoming more and more of an addiction. It won't be long until I have to speak up. Won’t be long until I can't keep it buried anymore.

I can only hope that by then, I've made him fall in love with me too. That by then, I've shown him that I am the best Daddy he could ever possibly have or want.

Maybe then, he'll have no choice but to keep me.