Tristan sighed dreamily as if just the idea of suckling on a bottle made him happy. “Pwease, Dada? It was so yummy and made my tummy feel all warm.”
“You’re so polite, baby. Of course, Daddy loved giving you a bottle. I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Anytime you want to curl up in my lap with a bottle, ask me, and I will be more than happy to share that with you.”
I scooped him up and placed him on my hip. Tristan nuzzled his face into my chest and took a deep breath. “Mmm, Dada smells good.”
“Thank you, little one. I’m glad you think so.” I didn’t miss how the warmth from his wet diaper radiated through my clothing.It wasn’t full enough to leak; it was just warm and full as it squished between us.
Once we reached the changing table, I placed him atop it and began unfastening his onesie. Tristan squirmed a bit, and I grabbed his pacifier and teased his lips. I would never tire of seeing the blush that bloomed on his adorable cheeks every time I teased his plump lips with the rubber teat.
Undoing the tabs, I removed the wet diaper and began wiping his adorable bottom clean. His cute little cock plumped under my touch, but I ignored it. My sweet boy was tired. It had been a fantastic first day together as Daddy and boy, but even the happiest days can be tiring, and my baby was ready to rest. Tristan let out a series of contented sighs as I rubbed the barrier cream into his skin.
Once his diaper and onesie were all fastened shut, I hoisted him onto my hip and carried my sleepy little one into the bathroom to complete our bedtime routine. Tristan could barely keep his eyes open as I helped him brush his teeth.
“Okay, sleepy, boy. Now it’s Daddy’s turn to brush his teeth and go to the bathroom. Wait right here, and then as soon as I’m done, we’ll get you all tucked in so I can make your bottle.”
Placing his pacifier back in his mouth, I placed a tender kiss on his hairline and took care of my business as fast as I possibly could. My boy held his hands out sleepily, and I picked him up and placed him on my hip. It seemed this was becoming my boy’s favorite mode of transportation, and I wasn’t complainingin the slightest. The time I spent in the gym was well worth it, as it allowed me to carry my boy.
“Sweetheart, do you want to sleep in the nursery or in Daddy’s bed?”
Tristan’s hand tightened around me as if he was worried I’d let him go. “Shh, baby, I want nothing more than to see with you in my arms, but I only want that if it’s something you want too.”
Tristan’s eyes were full of determination when he spoke. “I wanna sweep wif you, pwease.”
“Then that’s what my baby gets. Wait right here, little one. I’ll be right back with your bottle and Ember.” Tristan practically became one with the mattress as I lay him down and kissed the shield of his pacifier, making him giggle.
Once I was in the kitchen, I prepared a standard bottle of milk. Since we had already eaten a big dinner, there was no need for a protein shake. Once I had checked the bottle temperature to make sure it wasn’t too hot, I headed back toward my boy, making sure to grab Ember out of the living room. My boy was attached to Ember. It was the same dragon that called to me and brought me to Tristan’s table. Never thought I’d be feeling extreme gratitude towards a stuffed animal, but a little one’s toys truly were magical.
When I re-entered the room, I thought Tristan would be asleep, but to my surprise, he was sitting up in the bed, his eyes lighting up with excitement when they landed on me.
“Dada, you back!” The statement was much more subdued than usual, but even so, the smile on his face had my heart doing cartwheels in my chest. “That I am, sweetheart. And I’ve got yourbottle.” Tristan licked his lips, and I mentally chastised my dick for taking interest; we would have plenty of time later. “Yummy, fanks, Dada.”
I quickly removed all my clothes, leaving only my boxers. Tristan’s eyes widen with interest, but I knew he was far too tired to do anything about it, but just knowing he wanted me was enough. Knowing it wouldn’t be long before my boy passed out, I decided to forego a storybook and go from my imagination. I wanted to hold my boy as I fed him, and that was nearly impossible when trying to balance a book and turn the pages with one hand.
Climbing into bed, I rested my back against the headboard and pulled Tristan into my lap. Once he was all settled with his cheek resting against my chest and his legs hanging off of mine, I brought the bottle up to his lips. Tristan instantly welcomed the nipple into his mouth and began sucking greedily. Thankfully, I had purchased nipples that controlled the flow, so no matter how hard he tried, they wouldn’t allow him to go fast enough to choke.
As he drank, I told him a story of a lonely dragon on a mission to find his perfect mate after being alone, watching over his hoard for hundreds of years. After only fifteen minutes, his bottle was empty. Tristan’s sucking slowed, and his latch on the bottle broke when his jaw went slack from sleep.
I was as stealthy as I could be as I removed his bottle and moved us down the bed so I could tuck him against me and pull the covers over us. Even as I closed my eyes, I couldn’t help but smile. I was lying in my bed with the most perfect boy draped across my chest. I was the luckiest Daddy ever.
16
Tristan
My dick was leaking like a faucet as it twitched wildly in my wet diaper, ripping me from the best dream I’d ever had. I looked over at my sexy, sleepy Daddy, and just one look at him made my penis throb even harder. A whimper escaped me as I could feel more pre come adding to the wetness of my already full diaper.
When I was little, I loved the warm, wet feeling of a used diaper. It made me feel even littler. Something about the damp warmthfelt like a hug for my special place, pulling me further down into my little headspace, and I loved it. But after having the sexiest dream about my Daddy being inside me, I was definitely not little, and it was becoming uncomfortable.
“When did my little dragon become my wiggle worm?”
His voice was deep and rough with sleep, and so fucking sexy it made me even hornier. “Daddy, it’s your fault I’m so wiggly.”
Daddy chuckled darkly, and before I knew it, he flipped us over and was hovering above me, caging me underneath him. His eyes bore into mine with an intoxicating mix of mirth and heat. “Oh, is that so, sweetheart? What did I do to make my boy so wiggly?”
My voice was high-pitched and desperate as I tried to hump against him to gain some friction. “You’re incredibly sexy, Daddy, and I was having the sexiest dream ever, and now I’m so hard it’s achy. But I’m in my wet diaper, and I can’t make it better.”
Daddy gripped my hips, pinning me to the bed, stopping me from getting any friction. I whined and bucked in frustration, making Daddy chuckle in a way that made my insides swoop. “Well, that does sound like a problem, but baby boy, don’t blame me when there’s an easier solution. All you have to ask, and I’ll give you whatever you want.”
Typically, talking about sex was hard, and I would stutter and get so nervous I’d become nonverbal, but right now, I was so freaking horny that my brain obviously didn’t care. It also helpedthat Daddy was the easiest person to talk to and constantly assured me that he wanted to hear what I had to say.
