Chapter 12

Fraser

Cut-up veggies to munch on, chicken strips, mac and cheese…yes, Paxton had been big hungry and now looked a bit like a very full tick.

"You had a dragon-sized appetite, cutie." The teasing slipped out before I could think about the comparison.

"That's what…" A yawn cut off his words and it took him a second to get back to his thoughts. "A man at the bakery said that. He said…he said I must have dragons in my family tree."

Oh.

I tried not to react as I picked up our plates and took them over to the sink. Him being able to accuse me of lying later wasn't my goal, so I responded truthfully even though I wasn't sure how it'd come across. "I think that's entirely possible, but you could be a mage. You have a magical touch for finding bugs."

Another yawn said how tired Paxton was and his exhaustion probably played into how casually he responded. "I don't know what I'd want to be, Daddy. But…but my mother said we had some disreputable relatives on our family tree. That…that would be fun."

Interesting.

He was too tired to play tell me about your weird relatives , though.

"You're going to have to tell me about them later." Deciding the dishes from lunch could wait, I went back over to Paxton and took his hand. "Come on, little bug. Let's go do massage time."

Before he fell asleep at the table.

"I'm not tired, Daddy." He frowned, looking around like he wasn't sure why he'd said that. "I'm…I'm fine."

Not letting my laughter out was one of the hardest things I'd ever done.

"I didn't say you were tired." Managing to look confused, I shrugged. "But Daddies need lots of sleep, so I might close my eyes after your massage. Is that okay?"

He wasn't thinking clearly enough to see the trap, so I knew he was probably more tired than I'd realized. As he slowly nodded, it took him a few seconds to figure out the verbal part of his response. "You…you worked hard today."

And so had he.

He'd also probably been up half the night looking up everything he could find on what being a little meant.

"Thank you." Tugging his hand so he would get up, since he hadn't figured out that step on his own, I finally got him to his feet. "Come on, little dragon."

He pouted. "I'm gonna be a mage. I'm gonna magic bugs."

We seemed to have magic bugs, so I wasn't going to tell him he was wrong. "I think that's a wonderful plan. You found very special bugs."

And it seemed like he'd even gotten some of the fucking magic on camera.

Paxton cocked his head as I led him back through the house and upstairs. "I…my bugs are special. They poof."

"I think that makes them very special." Not arguing about how special they were seemed to confuse him because he just nodded slowly and frowned at me as I told him he was right. "You're very smart."

"I am." Looking around slightly lost as we made it upstairs, he frowned again. "It's okay to be confused, though."

"It is." But we were quickly getting to the point where confusion would lead to conversations. I'd thought we'd have more time for that but the old farts at the diner were stupid, Paxton was smart, and the bugs were disappearing like magic.

Yep, conversations could not be put off much longer.

"It's okay to come up with answers on your own or to ask Daddy questions." Kissing his head as we stopped by the bed, I pulled his T-shirt off. "We'll think about that later, though."

He wasn't nearly awake enough for the dragons are real conversation…especially since that would lead to several other interesting topics.

"I like later." Paxton wasn't really little any longer but he definitely wasn't big or in charge because he just looked down at his naked chest and frowned. "Yes, later."

Continuing to take off his clothes, I let him process for a few more seconds, but once I had him down to his wonderfully tiny briefs that were barely containing his cock, I poked at the situation again. "Do you remember our plan?"

Standing up, I kissed his cheek and gently cuddled him against me. It took the barest amount of pressure to have him curling into my chest and after a few seconds, he nodded. "I'm getting my massage and a reward because I was a good boy and that's the rules. Then I'm probably going to fall asleep but not because I'm tired, that just happens after big rewards, and then I think you're going to tell me about the bugs and why the men are weird."

Yep.

"Yes, that's our plan." Since he didn't seem overly concerned about the rest of our afternoon, I focused on the order he'd listed out. Massage. Orgasm. Nap. "You're going to love your massage."

Kissing his head, I eased back enough to take off his underwear, and as it slid to the floor, I shifted him toward the bed. "Up, little bug. Stretch out on your tummy and relax."

His head bobbed and he climbed up without seeming to have any issue with being naked and beautifully erect. "Yes, we've got a plan."

More nods followed until he was lying down on the bed and then just went boneless. "Plans are important. Daddies like plans. The men said so. The internet did too."

"You're so smart." Grabbing some lotion off the nightstand, I toed off my socks and then climbed on the bed. When I straddled his thighs, he sighed and closed his eyes, making me smile. "Good boy. You're going to relax and I'm going to make you feel so good."

He might've tried to nod but his body just jerked as he made another happy, exhausted sound. "And…and my reward. I was a good boy."

He learned lessons very thoroughly.

I was going to remember that going forward, but for the time being as I started to make long strokes on his back, I was just glad the connection between good behavior and rewards was something I completely approved of.

"Yes, you were a very good boy today." I wasn't completely sure what he was listing off to have earned his good boy status, but I wasn't going to argue with him. "And you're going to get a reward because of it."

Whatever he'd done was definitely good enough to earn an orgasm, especially when he was so sweet and so trusting.

"Yes…" Moaning as I hit a good spot, it took Paxton a few minutes to come back to his thought. It wasn't until I was most of the way down his back before he remembered he'd been going to say something. "I…I was nice to the weird men who think we're married and I showed you my weird bugs even though I don't know what they're doing and I asked you to take care of me. I even…I even told you that the old men are making me crazy."

Yeah, he had been really good about explaining how nuts they were making him.

Wait.

Married?

Oh.

"Ignore the weird men, little bug. I promise we haven't gotten married without you knowing it." I was going to have a long talk with those old farts. Enthusiasm didn't mean they got to just announce who they thought were mates.

Paxton moaned as I started working at the knots in his lower back. Bending over all morning hadn't done his body any favors. "That's good, Daddy. I thought you'd tell me if you'd married me."

Dragons above.

"Yes, I'd have told you." I was doing my best not to laugh, but he was making it difficult.

"You'd have kept me last night too. I knew that." Sighing softly, Paxton seemed to lose a bit more of his wakefulness as I got the muscles to relax. "You're the keeping kind of Daddy."

"You are very smart." And sexy as fuck with long lean muscles that matched his long lean cock too. "I will definitely keep you with me once we get married."

He let out a soft giggle. "I knew it. You're going to keep me."

Since he didn't seem to have a problem with that, I didn't bother denying it or talking around it. "Yes, but I'm going to be patient and not be a pain in the ass about it."

That got more giggles out of him but they were cut off by another yawn that distracted him until I'd found the knots at his hips. Working out the tension had him rocking his cock into the bed and moaning. "I…you…nobody ever wanted to keep me."

Oh.

"Because the fates knew you were meant for me. They couldn't let anyone else have you." He was my mate. Of course no one else could keep him. "I know it's hard to understand when it takes so long to find your special person, but I've been waiting for you and I'm very excited to keep you."

Paxton made a pleased sound but didn't question how I knew he was the right man for me. He either just understood what I meant or he was too distracted rocking his hips back and forth. It was probably the second but I was going to lie to myself and say it was both. " Daddy …"

Yep, that moan said both.

"That's right." Working my thumbs into the tense muscles of his ass, I did my best to ignore the way his tight little hole was peeking out at me as he pushed up into my hands. "Daddy's going to take care of you and give you rewards when you've been a good boy."

Nodding against the bed as he made another needy sound, he seemed to be hanging on to consciousness for dear life. "I…I can climb in your lap and I can…I can get cuddles."

I had a feeling he meant naughty cuddles, but he was so fuzzy-brained and distracted that he could've been talking about a variety of things. "Yes, you can always sit on my lap and cuddle with me."

As the muscles under my hands eased, I spread my fingers and slowly shifted the massage to one that was less functional and more playful. It earned me an even better moan from Paxton and a shiver ran through him as I dug my fingers into his ass cheeks.

Something about being exposed just did it for him, but he wasn't in the right headspace for me to poke at it. Still, it gave me something to think about and a way to tease him during his massage. "Daddy's pretty boy. I love how good you're being for me."

He blushed, turning his head and burying it against the covers, but he wasn't going to let his orgasm vanish just because he was embarrassed. "I…I was your good boy, Daddy."

"You were very good before and you're being good now. You've relaxed and you let me make your muscles feel better. You've even let me touch you and see what a beautiful body you have, cutie." That got another embarrassed sigh from Paxton but he also moaned when he flashed his sexy hole at me again.

"Daddy…" Need was definitely still winning his internal war. "I…I need my reward, Daddy."

Oh, he needed it a lot to push for it.

"I agree." Leaning over him, I braced myself beside his shoulders and kissed his neck. "You can stay on your tummy for your reward, or you can roll over on your back, or Daddy can pick."

His needy sounds quieted for a moment but he tilted his head in an obvious plea for more kisses. Since I completely approved of such sweet begging, I pressed my lips to his neck and started working my way along the sexy column, licking and nibbling as he finally whined. "I…I like kisses and you on me, Daddy. I…I like that."

"Oh, such a good boy." The praise seemed to send a shiver through him and earned me a sweet whimper. "I'm so proud of you for telling me what you like."

I could make that work and give him a good orgasm too.

"I…" Paxton sighed, relief seemingly flooding through him. "You like knowing what I want. You're my Daddy."

"Yes, and Daddies like knowing all the ways their littles can be happy. The food ways like nuggets and mac and cheese dinners." His giggle and the way he hid his face against the bed made me smile. "The sweet ways like what cuddles they like and their favorite toys."

There was something wicked in his snicker that time and I knew he was ready for the wicked bits of my teasing. "The naughty things their littles like and what gives them tinglies."

Oh, such adorably naughty laughter.

He nodded, though, clearly expecting that answer and very glad to hear it. "But I'm your good boy, Daddy."

That made me chuckle, but when I started rocking against him, rubbing my bulge against his ass, his happy sounds turned needy. "You've been very good, so you're going to get a nice big reward."

And his moans were back.

Rewarding his sounds, I nibbled on his neck and lowered myself down so he could feel me pressing him into the bed. I'd have quickly moved if he panicked or went too still, but he gave me another happy, needy sound and rocked back and forth under me. "I…I'm stuck, Daddy."

"Yes, you are." Letting him feel my teeth, I deepened my tone and finally rested my full weight on him. "You're all mine, so I'm going to trap you and keep you here with me."

Whatever he'd tried to say got lost in his moans and the shiver that raced through him, so I went back to kissing and grinding against his ass. "You're Daddy's good boy, but you're all mine. Daddy or not. I'm going to wrap you up tight and never let you escape."

Without the sexual elements it might've been creepy, but he was too turned on to worry about it being serious. No, his only concern was getting more attention on his sexy cock. "Please…Daddy…I was…I was your good boy."

He was my needy boy now.

But since the game was to reward him and not drive him crazy by edging him, I pressed a kiss below his ear and slid one hand under his hip. That earned me a sexy begging sound and he tried to hump my hand but I wasn't at his cock yet. "Does my sweet boy want humpies?"

Oh, that scrambled his brain and he nearly came.

A jolt running through him seemed to fry some important brain cells, but he managed to nod and whine as he desperately wiggled…not that he could go too far. No, my boy was completely trapped and having that front and center in his brain only turned him on even more.

"Does my good boy want humpies on Daddy's hand?" Giving him a sweet kiss, I nuzzled against him and kept my voice light and cute. "I bet your penis would love humpies."

And that jolt fired again.

Yep, he was going to finish the race before I even touched him if I didn't hurry, so I shifted to the side just enough to make sure I could get my hand all the way under him. Bingo. Cupping his hard cock had him gasping, and it throbbed in my hand. "Time for humpies, cutie. Show Daddy how much you want your tinglies."

The sweet naughtiness was too much for him and all it took was a handful of jerky thrusts against my palm for his orgasm to fire through him. His hips were going as fast as they could, but I kept him trapped as I kissed his neck. "Such a good boy. Oh, I can feel your tinglies. That's my sweet boy."

When he was finally finished chasing the last of his pleasure, he went boneless and let out a happy sigh as an adorable grin peeked out. "I…reward…I…good…and Daddy…"

Then he was out.

Whatever he'd tried to say would've been sweet and tender and probably just adorable, but I loved the smile he'd given me just as much as I would've loved his words.

But I could only hope that he would still be just as happy with me once he woke up and realized how many questions he had.