7. Brayden

Chapter 7

Brayden

Finally kissing him after all these years of pining was like a dream come true. Literally. I’d dreamt of that moment so many times, and the second his skin pressed against mine, I thought I might melt into a puddle right on his lap.

And then his tongue joined the party.

Pure electrical currents zinged through every inch of my body once he was actually inside me. If that’s what kissing felt like, I couldn’t even imagine how it would feel when he was inside me in other ways.

I might not even survive it.

But I was willing to try. Right this second, preferably. My hard dick against Ethan’s made my head spin a little bit. There was just enough friction to be amazingly good and amazingly frustrating at the same time.

Way before I was ready, Ethan nudged me back and pulled away. Through heavy pants, he looked at me and smirked. “So what’s your verdict on the chemistry?”

“I think we get an A+.”

He rolled his eyes and groaned. “Enough with the school references. I still feel a little weird about this.”

“Why?” I placed my hand over his heart, absorbing every beat beneath it. “You were completely professional when you were my teacher. Even after my eighteenth birthday when I turned up the flirting, nothing changed or happened. And now, we’re both consenting adults.” I raised an eyebrow. “You have my full consent to…everything.”

He chuckled and cocked his head, giving my neck a light squeeze. “It doesn’t work that way, and you know it, but how about this… Maybe we can just plan a playdate. You can be as Little as you’re comfortable with, and I’ll be as Daddy as I’m comfortable with, and we’ll see how that goes.”

“Yes.” I clapped my hands together as the edges of my Big thoughts began to fade to a mist. “I have lots of toys for us to play with.”

Ethan cupped the side of my cheek and brushed just beneath my eye as he smiled. “Perfect. Are you done eating?”

“Yes, Daddy.” That slipped out sooner than I intended, but if he was going to be my Daddy for playtime, then he was my Daddy. Period.

His breath hitched as he sucked in, so I thought it was an okay slip. And it seemed to be just the push he needed to get into his Daddy headspace too. Ethan’s hand lowered down my back until it was cupping my ass cheek. “Do we need to get a diaper on you so you can play without thinking about taking breaks?”

I bounced on his lap, excited by the fact that somebody else was there to help me be Little. It wasn’t nearly as much fun when I had to do it all by myself. “Yes, please. I show you.”

I slid off the couch and crawled as quickly as I could to the bedroom. I didn’t always crawl, but I felt completely uninhibited with Ethan, safe to experiment with all the aspects of being Little that I hadn’t had a lot of opportunities to explore before.

He followed right behind me. As if he knew exactly where to look, he went to the top drawer of my dresser and grabbed a diaper. “Do you want to stay in your jammies or put on something else?”

I looked down at my birthday cakes and hugged my torso. “Stay. I love cake.”

“Okay, then.” I was sitting on the floor, and instead of asking me to get up onto the bed, Daddy Ethan kneeled down at my feet and pulled my pajamas and underwear all the way off.

I watched carefully, waiting to see how comfortable he was with the diaper or if I needed to offer some guidance. But he expertly opened it up and tapped my hip, so I lifted up off the ground and then Daddy slipped it underneath my bottom.

He gently arranged my hard dick so it was in a comfortable position, but he didn’t linger there. It was kinda sweet, and a tiny bit disappointing.

His comfort and ease with this moment made me want to scream in joy and happiness. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this happy. The man I’d spent years pining for was my Daddy today. Even if it only lasted for today, I was gonna have the best day of my whole entire life.

He pulled my pants back up and then slipped his hand under my armpits to pull me up to my feet. “Oh, you like to crawl, right?”

I bit my lip and slowly nodded my head, not sure what he thought about that.

“All right, sweet boy.” He carefully lowered me until my knees hit the ground and then steadied me as I leaned forward to land on my palms.

I looked up at him, grateful for his flexibility. This was new for both of us, but he was willing to figure it out with me.

“Show me the way.”

We quickly settled into a game of “stack the blocks, then knock them down.”

Mostly Daddy did the stacking, and then me and Barney knocked them down. He wasn’t exactly like Godzilla, but close enough that Daddy laughed every time we came stomping through the living room and crushed his skyscraper, or bridge or wall.

After a long, long, long time of playing, I started to yawn and my head was pounding a little bit again.

Daddy noticed and cocked his head. “I think my sleepy boy needs a nap.”

I shook my head. “No nap. Colors and snacks and cartoons and…snacks.”

“Nap first, snacks and coloring later.”

A nap actually sounded pretty good, but I didn’t want our special day to end. “Daddy nap too?”

“Yes, baby. Daddy will stay and nap too.” He started picking up all the blocks and placing them into the big bin I stored them in.

I helped by adding one block for every ten he put in, and as soon as the floor was cleared, Daddy Ethan stood up and hovered over me.

“May I carry you to bed?” He held his arms out for me, and I almost cried at the gesture. He had at least five inches and fifty pounds on me, so I was pretty sure he could physically carry me, but the fact that he wanted to was…everything.

“Daddy.” I lifted my arms and sprang up to save his back as he pulled me up and easily cradled me against his chest.

He burrowed his nose in my hair and inhaled as he carefully carried me to the bedroom. When we were at the bed, he lowered me into it, and then I watched as he pulled off his shirt and pants and climbed in beside me in just a pair of boxer briefs.

If all naps were like this, I’d never resist taking one again.