Booker and Frey were daddies. Mind blown. Kari had thought Hollis and Taylin would be the first to make him an uncle, despite suspecting there was something going on between his brother and Frey. He couldn’t have imagined this. Never saw it coming, and it seemed neither had his brothers.
He reread Dad’s last comment:Good, because there’s a family meeting to discuss just that tomorrow evening. I’ll expect you all there. That includes you, Kari.
Kari was grateful that his being away in New York meant no one would think twice about the last part. Because Dad’s comment was all about Kari never being at home these days. Not even to keep up appearances of late. Outside of work, Bowie was his entire focus since they’d agreed to explore Bowie’s little side. Bowie, like he did with everything, was dedicated to discovering all there was to know. He’d confessed about a couple he’d found online who shared their relationship. A daddy and a little, whoboth lived in New York and had mentioned Ty’s, the club Kari was taking Bowie to tonight.
The place had a nursery for Daddy and Littles. Kari had done some research of his own to ensure it was the right place to take Bowie for the first time. What he’d found was a great, supportive community. The couple that owned Ty’s were a daddy and Little. The kink community online group Kari was part of raved about the place. When the trip to New York had come up, it had given them some freedom for Bowie to meet and play with other Littles. Bowie was so cute when he allowed himself to get out of his head and release expectations around what he should or shouldn’t like.
Kari had suggested this was a good time to meet with like-minded people who didn’t know them. Bowie had taken a week before he’d come back to Kari to say he was willing to give it a try.
With that in mind, Kari had ordered several outfits for Bowie so he wouldn’t stand out. He was in the other room trying them on. Kari had offered to help, but Bowie had declined. He was disappointed, but he would never reveal that and potentially upset Bowie. So, while he waited, he’d opened the alphahole group chat when it started alerting him to incoming messages.
“You won’t laugh, will you?” Bowie’s voice came through the door.
“Of course not. Remember, I picked those outfits. Are you going to show me which one you picked?”
The door opened slowly and Bowie’s head popped around it first, before the rest of him appeared. Kari got a lump in his throat at how fucking charming Bowie looked in the two piece he’d chosen. The T-shirt was white with a blue bear on the front, much the same color and design as Boo-Boo, hence why he’d chosen it. The matching soft jersey long pants were blue, with tiny white bears around the band. They would only be obviouswhen the top was tucked inside the waistband, as Bowie had done. It helped to make the outfit a lot less obvious to the untrained eye.
“You look charming, Babycakes.” Kari got up to walk to Bowie, ruffling his already messy hair and kissing the end of his nose.
His eyes crossed as he looked at the end of his nose before, a second later, touching it. “You think so… Daddy?”
His heart skipped a beat at how Bowie sounded using the term with more confidence. He didn’t always use it, but when he did, it felt even more special.
Kari held back the desire to chuckle at the way he ran a fingertip over his nose like it might be itchy or tingling. “I do. Is this the one you like the best?”
Bowie glanced at the bedroom door, frowning. “I… they…” he shifted his attention to Kari and sighed gustily.
“Some are more obvious what they are, is that it?” When Bowie nodded, Kari raised just one brow.
He pouted, just a little, knowing Kari wanted words. “Yes… I don’t feel confident enough to wear the rainbow dinosaur onesie.”
He cast a longing look back at the door, making it perfectly clear that was the one he really wanted to wear. Wanting him to have what he wanted, Kari figured how to make that happen.
“I understand that, this being your first time in a place like this.” He slipped his arms around Bowie, cupping his bottom to lift him, his legs automatically going around Kari’s waist.
Bowie had stopped mentioning he was too big and heavy with the sheer number of times Kari had proved him wrong.
Eye to eye, he gave Bowie a big cheeky grin, one he mimicked a second later. “What about I take the onesie in a bag with us? That way, if you decide you want to wear it later, after you’ve seen the Littles’ playroom, we have it with us?”
A simple brush of lips and Bowie melted against him, his eyes dark pools of happiness. “Can we do that?”
“We can.”
Bowie never asked for a kiss, but the way he puckered up his lips was all invitation. They hadn’t gone beyond occasional kisses after the first one, which revealed Bowie’s inexperience. Kari kept what happened between them at Bowie’s pace. Taking his cues from him, as he did now, leaning in slowly so Bowie could decide if it wasn’t what he wanted.
The brown, expressive eyes held Kari’s until the moment their mouths touched. Inky eyelashes fluttered closed, then his lips parted, and with it came the sweet flavor of cherry. Then he became totally passive as he whimpered at the touch of Kari’s tongue sweeping into his mouth in a slow, measured move, tasting him fully. Kari clung a little firmer to Bowie to resist his own urge to press his arousal against Bowie.
One step at a time.That was the mantra he had adopted since the first kiss and Kari clung to it as he deepened the kiss until they were both breathless and flushed.
Bowie licked at his puffy lips as he opened dazed eyes. “I can taste you on my lips,” he murmured breathlessly.
It wasn’t more than an observation, but that didn’t stop it being brutally arousing. Kari’s chuckle was far more strained than he’d have liked as he carefully lowered Bowie to the carpeted floor. “You snuck a cherry soda, that’s what I taste.”
Bowie giggled delightfully, looking sheepishly at Kari but not abashed at being caught. “I was thirsty.”
There was the cheeky boy, who was being more obvious with Bowie’s growing confidence at the knowledge it was okay to be like that if he wanted to.
Kari tapped the end of Bowie’s nose, his eyes twinkling with mirth. “Didn’t Daddy say no more soda tonight, when it makes you jumpy this late?”
