14. Elias

Chapter 14

Elias

I just needed to keep him safe, well-fed, and to make sure he got enough sleep. It couldn't be that hard.

Repeating my new mantra over and over as we headed inside hadn't helped make it more believable, but I wasn't scaring Milo, so I thought that was a good sign.

"How about I get my jammies on and we read a book?" Searching the house as we walked into the living room, he bounced on his feet, wiggling more as he frantically thought about ways to distract me. "We haven't cuddled today. I haven't gotten enough kisses."

Before I could decide if I was going to laugh or roll my eyes, he tried again. "We could watch a movie? Have a date night? You could put on a show you like? Oh, we could find a documentary to watch together."

"You are not staying up late, so no movies." My firm tone had him smiling sweetly. "I can't decide if you're looking cute to manipulate me or if you're glad you've distracted me."

"Both." His honest answer came with a cute cheek kiss. "But you're cute when you take care of me."

"Brat." That got a giggle from him as he wrapped himself around me. "But my brat needs a keeper."

Pancakes for dinner and hours on the bus.

Bullshit.

"How are you going to keep me tonight?" His grin said he didn't mind being kept. "I think I need to leave clothes here."

I wasn't going to argue with that since it'd been the next logical step to me. "I think that's a good idea. If we have time, I'll get them from your place in the morning. If not, we'll do it after work."

He was doing his best not to laugh but his eyes were sparkling. "I think you were supposed to tell me to slow down."

My eyes rolled on their own. I couldn't help it. "No. I will not be telling you to slow down."

"Should I ask why?" Giggles were sneaking out and he looked very pleased with the way the conversation was going. "Maybe it's because you like having someone to boss around?"

"It's called caretaking." I huffed. "It's only being bossy if I was a sub."

Laughter spilled out of him and he buried his face against my shoulder. "You…you have to tell Dally that. He's going to love it."

"That sounds dangerous." My ridiculous answer was delivered dryly enough to set off Milo's giggles again.

"How are you going to caretake me around?" Milo thought he was hilarious but managed to get his laughter under control as he stood straighter.

"It's already late considering how hard you worked today, so we're going to get clean and get you in jammies. Then if you're good, you can help pick out how we relax after that." I was thinking in terms of books or the documentary he'd mentioned, but as he inched back, his gaze dropped to my chest.

Just imagining what he was thinking was enough to make them ache and I had to resist the urge to press on them or do something that would make it obvious. "I'm flexible about what we can do, though."

He wasn't exactly little but I was pretty sure I knew where his mind had gone.

"I…" Shifting side to side, he licked his lips without seeming to realize how he was reacting. "I need to know what the rules are. I don't know how to ask for…for what I want to do."

Hmm.

"That is a good point." Yes, if I was going to keep him, I needed to make sure he was confident. "You may ask for special cuddles whenever we have time for it, but on a very practical level, first thing in the morning, when you get home from work, and then right before bed would make it the easiest for me."

Nodding slowly, Milo's gaze didn't really move from my chest. "Because you said I'm better than the pump and I make you feel better and you like taking care of me."

I wasn't sure if he was reminding himself of that or me, but I nodded. "Yes. And I like cuddling with you. I also like how relaxed you get and I like playing with you."

There was no point in downplaying that. Every time I'd nursed him so far, he'd orgasmed. Ignoring that would just be stupid and unhelpful in the long run.

"I like cuddling with you." Milo looked like he was forcing his eyes away from my chest as he curled into me, resting his head on my shoulder. "But…but I like talking to you and doing other things too."

Ah.

"You like that I take care of you and I think you like that my insane family gives you so much gossip to tease Dally with." That got a giggle from him as he nodded. "I knew it. You're just using me for my ability to provide good gossip."

"They're kind of funny, Daddy." Sounding much more relaxed, his hands came up and started softly stroking my chest. He didn't seem to understand how little contact it took with him to make me full and aching, but I managed not to groan. "And I liked that you came to get me. You make me feel special and I like that. But…but I want to take care of you."

Kissing his head, I started rubbing his back. "You already do. You give me a purpose in life other than work. Which is kind of amazing actually. You've made me more confident about lactating and it's easier to see it as a positive aspect to who I am. I like your little hints about how much you like it. I know I'm still figuring out how to be comfortable talking about it in an intimate way with you, but that's just something I'm going to have to work on."

Most of my discussions on it had always been in a medical sense or a practical how do I live with the condition sense.

Transitioning those conversations to include the more positive aspects of it was…awkward.

"You…" Milo paused, resetting whatever he was thinking. "I just want to make sure you're okay with me seeing it in a positive way."

I managed not to laugh but my chest jerked enough that Milo huffed and poked me. "I'm being understanding."

He was being sweet and adorable.

"Baby, you find it relaxing, intimate, and erotic." I chuckled as he sighed dramatically. "All I'd have to do to get little Milo to come out to play would be to ask about diaper time and take off my shirt."

"Maybe. But you're a good Daddy and that's distracting." His cute grumble had me fighting off more laughter. "I can't help it if you're sexy, though, either. That's your fault."

There was no reasonable response to that.

"How about we make it a part of our routine that when we come home, we sit down and you get to nurse?" Saying it flat out made my insides clench, but it didn't last long. His eager nod made it impossible to stay stressed about something he found so exciting. "We'll figure out which times you get to come and which ones you'll wait until bedtime for your orgasm, but that's a detail we can work out over time."

Letting him come or even making him come every time he nursed wouldn't be unreasonable, but it might not be necessary for him to be happy. A bit of teasing and denial until bedtime wouldn't kill him and he might like it.

"Every time?" His little wiggle said he liked that idea even though he seemed to be doing his best to sound calm as he asked about it.

"Yes, every time." If that just reinforced the idea that he had to come home every night, well, so be it. "We'll put our stuff down and go right to the big chair or the bed."

Those seemed like the most logical places to nurse him, but his shiver said he'd taken the idea in a different way. "One for nice special cuddles and one for really happy ones?"

I wasn't sure if he was nervous about asking about his orgasm or if his little side was peeking out, but either way I nodded. "I think that's a very good way to explain what we both want. I might ask you where you want to cuddle or I might tell you which one we're going to use."

I could feel the tension building up inside him but it seemed more about excitement than nervousness. "And…and the chair cuddles aren't big happy, right, Daddy?"

"Yes, but that doesn't mean I can't give you lots of hugs and cuddles, though. You just won't get an orgasm in the chair." Spelling it out got another shiver from Milo. "I might play with my boy, though. I love hearing you when you get excited and desperate."

Whimpering softly, Milo jolted then rocked against me. "Daddy, that's…that's…"

"On your limits list." The reminder had him letting out a sad whine. "But don't worry, I know that whines and pouts aren't safewords, so you can complain and fight against it all you want."

That got me more dramatic sounds before he finally let out a sigh. "Thank you, Daddy."

I managed not to laugh but my chest jerked as I fought it back. "You're welcome, baby."

His low grumble seemed to have something to do with me being a brat, but it was low enough that I wasn't completely sure what the insult had been. "What was that?"

Huffing softly, Milo was fairly quick when it came to distracting me. "Do you have thoughts on asking for other things, Daddy? Other things like…well…grown-up things?"

I loved the way he talked around my question, carefully not admitting that he hadn't been asking that question.

"Other things like dessert? That can be a grown-up thing." He couldn't decide if he wanted to grumble more or giggle, so I had to keep teasing him. "Oh, you mean laundry and grown-up chores around the house? Eventually we'll have to talk about that, but while we're pretending I'm not going to talk you into moving in with me, I don't think we need to worry about it."

We could keep procrastinating on that for a while.

Giggles won that time. "We have to be dating a month before you can officially bring that up. For now, you can just hint and come pick me up most nights."

"Deal. No takebacks." Since he was little a good bit of the time, I didn't feel the need to sound terribly adult. "Now, what else could you be talking about?"

His laughter was almost silent but I could feel his body shaking as he held back the happy sound. After a few minutes, he let out a breath slowly. "If we can have sex tonight, I'll let you tell Victor first that we've talked about moving in together."

"Deal number two." And since he'd brought it up, I didn't have to worry about rushing him on that front either. "You were planning on bottoming?"

The part of his neck I could see was bright red, but he nodded. "Alright then. Do you need a few minutes in the bathroom?"

His groan was short but drama-filled. "Yes, Daddy."

His limits list indicated he'd do cleansing types of stuff with me if I wanted it, but it wasn't my thing, so I kissed his head. "I'll give you some privacy then while I get a few things organized. Then I'll meet you upstairs."

Milo went still for a second before little Milo peeked out. "Are you gonna make my lunch again?"

"Yes." I wasn't sure where his mind was at, so I answered him as thoroughly as I could. "I need to leave a note for my housekeeper, I'm going to get your diaper and jammies ready for after we clean up, and if you toss these clothes out of the bathroom, I'm going to run a quick load of laundry."

It wasn't a glamorous list but they were the top things on my mind.

"I'm your list, Daddy." Snuggling closer, he slid slightly deeper into his little headspace and made a happy sigh. "My lunch and my clothes. All my stuff. Am I your note?"

Chuckling softly, I nodded and kissed his head. "Yes, I wanted to make sure she knew you might come over when I'm not home and to make sure she gives you complete access to the house. We're getting the house rekeyed with an updated password on the keypad and new physical keys but my locksmith had to go out of town unexpectedly."

"Your family has keys, don't they?" My silence made him giggle. "I knew it."

"I do not want them walking in unexpectedly, so yes, new keys all around." And new rules for the staff that came in to clean. "But yes, you're my list because you're the most important thing to me."

Family was hard but decision-making was not.

I couldn't control other people's bad behavior as much as I wanted, but what I could control was how I dealt with my own feelings and behavior…and right now what I wanted most was Milo.

"Thank you, Daddy." Straightening, Milo kissed my cheek and bounced back. "Don't distract me."

"I won't promise that." But I let him escape because his laughter was adorable as he ran through the house. "If you fall, I'll have to check for injuries and that means we're not having sex."

The thud that echoed through the house was quickly followed by Milo's voice calling out. "I didn't fall. The wall moved."

"If I hear another thud, I'm going to start questioning that explanation." Laughter covered up what might've been him agreeing with me, but it was hard to decipher.

He managed to make it quietly through the house the rest of the way, so I counted that as him still getting sex and started working on my chores. Lunch. Note. I worked my way through the list, finally closing the laundry room door and heading upstairs again.

I'd done more laundry in the past four days than I had in years, but I wasn't planning on confessing that to Milo. He was already having fun poking at the rich guy, and I had no desire to give him even better ammunition.

"Ready or not, here I come." Calling out through the house like an ogre wasn't terribly adult of me, but Milo's laughter said he didn't mind.

"Stop being cute. You'll distract me and I'll end up little." He was giggling, so I wasn't sure how seriously to take his drama.

Grown-up Milo might think that being little would stop that kind of fun, but I could pretty much guarantee that little Milo would have a different view on it.

But pointing that out sounded like it would make him squirm, so I kept my views to myself.

"Fine. But I make no promise for tomorrow at bathtime." That got more laughter as I was coming up the stairs and he was still snickering as I walked in the bedroom.

Naked as a jaybird and giggling.

He was the sexiest man I'd ever seen.

"There's my sexy boy." He must've seen the truth in my eyes because he blushed, squirming even though he didn't seem to have noticed he was naked.

"Did you finish my list?" With anyone else I'd have thought they were fucking with me, but Milo had been too excited about it.

"Yes, you're all ready for tomorrow." Walking over, I wrapped my arms around my naked cutie and kissed his nose. "You have a healthy lunch."

Kissing one blushing cheek, I managed not to chuckle when it got even redder. "You're going to have clean clothes for tomorrow."

Brushing my lips against his other cheek, I nuzzled him softly. "You're going to have access to the house any time you need to come home."

Kissing his lips last, I smiled as he let out a soft sigh. "And I have your diaper and jammies all ready."

Something about it got to him and he pressed his face against my neck, hiding as he sorted through what seemed to be a rush of emotion. "I'm going to take good care of you, baby."