He lets go and readjusts his grip. I still can't tear my eyes away. He uses both hands to stretch his foreskin around my cock, stepping closer to me as he starts pumping, pressing his hips toward mine over and over. The feeling, the sight, of it has my balls drawing up. I let out a whimper instead of words as I come like this. Daddy curses under his breath and steps back, his hand moving quickly. Watching him jerk himself off, while my cum covers his cock, has my cock twitching again, letting out another dribble.
"Daddy, you're so hot." I drop to my knees, desperate to have Daddy come on my face. To make me messy. To make me his. He does just that, giving me praises under his breath when I close my eyes and let him paint my face.
After a minute, he pulls me back to my feet and uses some type of fabric to wipe my eyes. When I open them again, I see he's pulled off his sweater and is using his long sleeve shirt to wipe my face. "You're mine, Orion. Always, no matter what. You're my Boy and as your Daddy, I'm always going to take care of you. In every way that you need it. I'll remind you of that as many times as you need."
He finishes cleaning my face. I feel Riley's body rub against us, grateful that he waited until our impromptu moment was over. Daddy pulls my pants up but doesn't button them. I wrap my arms around him in a tight embrace, hoping that it's telling him everything I can't find the words for suddenly.
"Let's get you changed and you can play for a little bit while I make dinner, okay? How do rice bowls sound?"
"Yummy, yummy." I say with a smile.
Chapter Sixteen
Myheartisabsolutelygone. I no longer own it, or even control it. Dramatic sentiment for an almost-forty-year-old, sure, but it's the damned truth. Orion came in and stole it, and I let him.
When we wake up on Saturday morning, I'm greeted with the most precious sight. Orion's hair is messy, sticking up in several places against the pillow. His clothes don't match at all; he's wearing a red shirt with a graphic of a turtle and a rainbow on it, mismatched with a pair of blue shorts that have a subtle darker blue zig-zag pattern on them. The shorts barely come to mid-thigh on him, and right now they're bunched up, revealing the edge of the diaper he's wearing.
Putting that on him last night was a whole new experience. After playing for half an hour, where he fully sank into Little space, I sat him at the table and spoon fed him his dinner. He ate about half of it before asking if he could go finish playing before bath time. I followed him upstairs, where I saw he had been into just about every toy I have in the house for him now.
I started the bath and then walked back out to join in his play for a few minutes. He was laying on his stomach, a stuffie in each hand, and narrating a story that was unfolding in his mind. His imagination runs wild, that's for sure. He was having so much fun and I joined in with my own stuffie where I was needed since he only had two hands. When I called time to take a bath, he put up a bit of a fight that his story wasn't finished yet. I had to negotiate that we could leave them where they were and he could have a few minutes after bath time to finish playing.
Orion was totally okay with that once he realized there were toys in the bath as well. I didn't get duckies, as Austin suggested, but there were a few squirty toys and a plastic pirate ship wheel no bigger than my own hand, that Orion squealed over.
While he was fighting other pirates and making up a new storyline, I jumped in the shower and cleaned up quickly. Once I had the towel around my waist, I washed his hair and body. I had to get a little stern with him when he kept refusing to dunk his head or turn his body so I could clean him off properly. It wasn't until I sighed and said that playtime afterward was in jeopardy that he finally listened to me. I felt bad, but we've discussed the rules and consequences if he doesn't listen.
Now, though, he's still asleep. He has a paci in his hand and the bottle he fell asleep drinking is sitting on my bedside table. It's the aftermath of such a perfect night with my Boy. I love him so much.
I move slowly, sneaking out of bed without waking him. After he cried in the car yesterday, he needed last night. I want that to continue as long as possible so I plan to wake him up with a fun breakfast. I remember growing up, my mom would make us Mickey Mouse pancakes on Saturday mornings while we watched cartoons. The party today isn't until four, so we have plenty of time to take it slow.
The thought of Orion being Little around others today gives me a bit of anxiety. I know that the others are all nice and will welcome him no problem. Orion's regression is a bit younger than the others, though. I'm not sure how it's going to work. I know he likes to play and I'm certain that Austin will be a great host to him, but I hope that they understand Orion is more into soft play. And the nonverbal thing. Last night, it wasn't so much, but once he settled down in bed and took the bottle, there wasn't a word said between us the rest of the night. His hand had done the same thing as last time, trailing slowly down my body until his fingers wrapped around my soft cock. I remind myself to ask him about that today. I don't mind it at all, I find it cute actually that his sleepy brain tells him he needs to hold on to something.
I plate the two pancakes I made, one plain for me and the other cartoon shaped with syrup on the side. I also peel an orange and put half on his plate and half on mine. I grab a bottle of water for myself and a sippy cup of milk for Orion. I don't know what kind of headspace he'll wake up in, but I'm hoping this morning we can spend it playing together.
Orion is still asleep when I creep back into the bedroom. It's only six-thirty, but we went to sleep a little early last night and we have a fun day ahead of us. I set our plates and drinks down on the dresser and cross the room to the bed. I lay a hand on Orion's shoulder and shake him gently. He doesn't stir and that makes me smile.
"Honey, wake up." I lean down, lips close to his ear. "I have breakfast. I made pancakes."
Orion rolls onto his back, but doesn't open his eyes. I sigh, leaning down once again to kiss him. I start at his adorable nose, then his cheeks. I make dramatic kissy noises all the while and by the time I kiss his lips, he's smiling.
"Come on, baby. Let's eat and then we can play before we leave the house." I glance up, trying to judge what it looks like through the curtains. "It might be nice enough we could take Riley for a w-a-l-k." I spell the word because saying his name was already enough to get his attention. I don't need him getting too excited right now.
Orion peeks one eye open at those words. He catches my eye and then closes it, dramatically breathing in and out to pretend like he's still sleeping. It's… I don't know a sufficient word that is more than adorable, but it's that. I laugh under my breath and lean down once more. This time, my hands pull the blanket off of him while I blow raspberries on his neck. He loves it and the room fills with laughter.
"Daddy!" He says through giggles. His body is turning this way and that underneath my wandering hands. "I awake!"
"Good." I stop all movements and smile down at him. He gives me the same smile back. He sits up and moves to his knees, wrapping his arms around my neck.
"Good morning," he whispers.
"Best morning," I respond, wrapping my own arms around his back. "I made you a special pancake."
"Special?" His eyes are wide and he shows me nearly all his teeth with that smile. I stand up and grab our plates, sitting his down on the sheet. I move the blanket fully out of the way before sitting down with him. Riley's head is on the edge of the bed between us, eyes clocking our every move.
"No food for the dog," I remind Orion. I know he's snuck things to Riley before and once or twice is fine, but I'll have to make sure it doesn't become a habit.
"No way," he says, his eyes shooting to me. His face is serious. "I don't share Mickey. I love it, Daddy."
"I'm glad." I cut the first bite of my pancake before looking back at Orion. "Do you need me to cut your food?"
