“I saw that.” Chipmunk was obviously taking his time, so I took that as a clue to keep going. “The littles would throw the balls for the pups and would pet them and give them attention. They all seemed to have fun.”
It’d also given their Daddies and Doms a chance to relax and hang out while their high-maintenance subs could get the wiggles out.
“I don’t want a pup, but I think we’d have fun throwing the ball for one.” Doing my best to sound as nonchalant as possible, I made an agreeing hum as he nodded. “We’d be good helpers to throw the ball and play with the pups. Some don’t have Handlers and sometimes Doms might get tired of throwing.”
That got a giggle out of him and he finally took off my first shoe, quickly removing my sock too. “We’re good helpers.”
So playing with other littles made him slightly nervous, or at least he didn’t have a great desire to do it, but pups were a different story?
Needing to confirm a few things, I waited until he’d started in on my other shoe before I continued. “Some pups have outside tails and some have inside tails. Did you know that?”
Oh, he did.
His wicked snicker was full of naughty fun and he was excited to tell me what he knew. “They bark and wag and then they get attention.”
Clearly someone had been watching pup videos online somewhere.
Lowering my voice, I leaned closer and whispered like I had a secret. “Some inside tail pups like to hump.”
That got more adorably naughty giggles from him and he nodded as he quickly took off my other shoe. “They do. They’re pups. That’s what they do.”
Hisoh well we can’t help ittone had me trying to keep my expression neutral. “That’s right. It’s just what they do.”
It seemed like watching the naughty pups wasn’t outside of his limits either, so I filed that away to bring up another time when he was grown-up and chatty.
So once every thousand years.
“They like being silly.” He shrugged as he started tugging on my pants, finally freeing me. “They like wagging and humping.”
“I’m glad they have fun.” And I was glad I didn’t have to throw balls for Chipmunk. “But I like having fun with you more.”
As he straightened, I kissed his nose and got another laugh out of him. “I color and we play.”
“We do.” And we had kissing time and I made him chicken nuggets. “We do lots of fun stuff.”
His being able to talk when he wanted to manipulate me into something was nice too, but it didn’t seem polite to put on the list for a variety of reasons.
“Like make brownies and cake.” Giving me the same naughty snicker he had when we’d talked about the pups, he seemed to think cake and inside tail pups were at the same level of shenanigans.
“I like making brownies for you.” And I’d like playing with the pups with him as long as it got more of those giggles.
“We can have cake later, Daddy.” Giving me a cute cheek kiss, he hopped up off the floor. “You have good plans.”
Wait.
Had that been what I’d said?
His wide-eyed smile and adorable attempt at being innocent said I was right to question his assumption, but the way he stripped off his clothes in record time was distracting enough that I knew he’d win about the cake in the end.
Chipmunk was just too distracting when we were both naked and he was planning shenanigans. “You have good plans like kissing and wiggling and cake, Daddy.”
Yep, he was the cutest little manipulator ever.
But before I could thank him or come up with a better response, he climbed on the bed and on me, and I ended up flat on my back with a naked boy wiggling on me. “I like kissing and wiggling, Daddy.”
We both did.
He cut off my slightly cheeky response with sweet little kisses and naughty wiggles, though, getting a moan from me as he rubbed our erections together. Whatever he was thinking or just getting from me had him giggling again and rocking his hips faster. “Wiggles.”
