“Lotion It’s just baby lotion, is that okay.”
I nodded, not caring.
“Good boy. I’m so proud of you.”
Proud of me for standing here while he rubbed lotion into my skin? That was a strange thing to be proud of me for.
He did one arm, then the next. Another squirt of lotion up my torso and down my back.
His hands were warm, the lotion cool before he rubbed it into me.
My neck was ignored, which was probably a good thing. I wasn’t sure how I’d react to that, either.
I closed my eyes when Sabastian kneeled, running his hands up one leg, then the next. He massaged the lotion into my skin, kneading the flesh while he went.
I moaned, not able to help it, as he swiped his hands along my hips.
“All done.”
My eyes flashed open. He really wasn’t going to make any comments about my hardness?
I glanced down at it, before looking away. All the man did was take ahold of my hand, leading me from the bathroom. As we passed the sink, he grabbed the sippy I had forgotten about and the stuffie, before telling me to sit on the bed.
I shivered, willing my body to calm down.
“I’d ask clothing options,” he mused from the closet, “but I’m going to choose today. I don’t want you to get any ideas.”
Ideas for what?
It didn’t take long for him to emerge with one of his shirts and sleep pants from a drawer. Thankfully, he bypassed the underwear, before walking back to me.
It didn’t take long to get the clothes on, even though I was still hard and it was a bit challenging for him to get the pants up my legs. Yet, he didn’t make a comment.
“Early dinner.”
He handed over the paci, which I switched out for my thumb. Guess that answered the question on where it had gone . Plus, it was easier to have two hands.
I sniffed, leaning into his arm while he led the way downstairs.
With each step, my energy drained a bit more. But at least it took away a different pressing need, one that I would have to die a horrible death anyways.
Chapter 36
Sabastian
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Oakley color. I think he was more lost in his head than knowing what he was coloring. His eyes weren’t focused, and every few minutes his head dipped down, like he was fighting off falling asleep.
Actually, he was doing just that.
Poor sweet boy.
Today had been a roller coaster of emotions. From fear, to hope, to acceptance. Then add in being constipated again.
I felt bad for him. I really did. I didn’t mind helping him find relief, I just wished he didn’t have to go through the pain.
Already knowing that tonight was going to be an early night for the boy, I pulled out his normal anti-anxiety med, along with a pill to help him go to the bathroom better. I had hoped that with eating decent meals, that problem would have sorted itself out. But I guess not.
Dinner hadn’t taken long to cook. Simple hot dogs and mac and cheese. Something that any little would enjoy.
