“Alright, Flower, I’ll help you,” I tell him before opening my mouth and letting his cock slide across my tongue. His flavor blossomed in my mouth, and we both moaned. Ben sinks his fingers in my hair and jerks a few times when I swirl my tongue around, then flick the tip of my tongue in the little underside notch.
“Daddy,” he calls out just as the flavor of his cum hits my throat. Ben thrusts a couple more times, and his knees give out. My arm wraps around his waist and pulls him onto my lap, where he rests his head on my chest. My dick is throbbingbehind my jeans, but tonight is not about me. I can take care of myself later.
“Tank you, Daddy.”
“You're welcome. Now, let’s get you cleaned up.”
I help Ben into the warm water, and he giggles when the bubbles hit his chin. I reach under the sink and pull out a small net bag filled with princess bath toys, hoping my instincts were correct.
“Daddy, it’s a princess boat. And mermaids!” He exclaims and reaches out for them with grabby hands. “Can I have? Pease?”
“Since you asked so nicely…yes.”
I hand him the bag of toys, and his smile grows wider as he pulls out the mermaid. He has her swimming underwater and through a bubble cave.
I sit on the edge of the tub, a towel draped over my lap, just watching him. The tension that had been etched around my shoulders has completely melted away as Ben hums a tune from The Little Mermaid. His eyes start to close in a look of utter contentment.
I reach out, gently running a thumb over his damp forehead. He signs. The warmth of the moment is more than enough to chase away any lingering chill from earlier.
Drying Ben off after his digits started to prune, I offered him one of my sweatshirts. Slipping it on, the hem hits him mid-thigh, and I love seeing him in my clothes. I roll the sleeves.
“Jason?” Ben asks, grabbing my attention.
“Yeah?” My brows furrow since he is clearly not in littlespace.
It’s amazing how some littles can jump back and forth from that headspace. Caleb is in littlespace a lot. Ben seems to be more on the opposite end. Actually, if I were being honest with myself, I think Ben enjoys being a boy. He enjoyslittlespace because that’s where he feels safe and taken care of, but he doesn't always act so little. Not like Kai and Caleb. Even Grayson.
But…if there is anything I’ve learned during my time as a daddy, it’s that there is not a right or wrong way to be a little. It’s about filling a need and escaping to that headspace.
“Can we have some adult time now?” He asks. Shyly.
The air in my small home hums with a quiet, joyful electricity. It has been days since we got the news that both of our lab results came back negative. Relief washing over us in gentle waves. Now, here we are, the weight lifted.
I squeeze Ben’s hand in mine, my thumb tracing circles on his skin. His eyes hold a warm glow. "So," I begin, a little rough. "Are you ready for this?"
He nods, a smile unfurling across my face. "Yes.” His whisper cracks a little. “More than ready.” He leans closer, his forehead resting against mine.
He pulls back, his gaze direct and filled with a tender intensity. Brave. "And now…I feel like we can really explore things we’ve been holding back on."
My mind immediately goes to all the places I wouldn’t let it go before. To try the things with Ben I wanted to try. He said he has no limits except no penetration while in littlespace, not extreme pain, and no blood or scat. Those are my limits, too.
A silent understanding passes between us. "Explore," I echo, my voice now barely a whisper. "What do you mean, explore?" Hoping he will take the lead so I don’t scare him away with all the things I want to try.
Ben chuckles, a low, warm sound that vibrates through his chest. "You know what I mean. No more hesitations. No more 'what ifs.' Just…us. Completely." He pauses, his eyes searching mine. "No barriers, to start."
He means getting fucked raw, and my dick plumps at the thought of marking him on the inside to match the fainting bruises on his skin. I need to remedy that, too. I want my boy to be marked.
"No barriers," I repeat. It feels…right. More than right. It feels like a homecoming. A reclaiming of something that was always ours, but had been temporarily out of reach. "I like the sound of that."
Ben walks to the bed, pulling me with him. "Come here," he murmurs, his voice husky now. There’s a playful edge, but it’s laced with something deeper.
His movements unhurried.
The air is expectant.
Then, Ben is kissing me. It’s not hurried. It’s not tentative. It’s a kiss full of all the relief, all the hope, all the rediscovered freedom we’d been holding onto.
My hands, strong and familiar, cup his face. "This is what I’ve been waiting for, Ben," I whisper against his lips. "This feeling of pure, unadulterated…us."
