Bowie nodded, not looking up.
Christ, had he ever had anyone touch him during his heat? “Ever?” Kari gently clarified.
Another nod. This one barely moved his hair that had flopped over his face.
Kari was as tense as Bowie, and though his mind was racing with questions, he did what they both needed. “Can Daddy have a cuddle?”
Up and scurrying around the table, Kari had but a second to push back his seat to make room for Bowie to slide onto his lap.
The relief that he hadn’t fucked things up was immediate for Kari. He cuddled Bowie, resting his chin on top of his head. Kari needed to keep going to understand Bowie’s reasons if he didn’t want to create an issue when Bowie went into his heat, despite hating that he had to ask why. For Kari, it was paramount that he didn’t go into a rut, and with how often Kari had held himself back, it was highly likely if he was anywhere near Bowie during this time.
“Can you explain to Daddy what normally happens when you have a heat?”
Rubbing circles over the tense muscles of Bowie’s back, Kari got comfortable. Silence descended between them and Kari chose not to push, waiting until Bowie was ready to discuss it on his terms. Time ticked by, and Bowie melted into his touch.
Not much later, he made a sniffling noise and pressed his face into Kari’s neck, something he did when he was embarrassed about what he was going to talk about.
“I was living alone when I got my first heat. No one ever explained what would happen or what I should do, and I had no one to ask.”
Fuck, it hurt. Kari felt the ache at the back of his eyes at what that meant. He knew some of Bowie’s backstory, about being fostered, but he knew nothing about Bowie’s biologicalfamily. The conversation he’d had with Frey had more to do with adoptive parents. All this left Kari blind to the pitfalls.
“I hide in the bathroom and wait until the hurting stops.”
He what!
Kari exhaled in a hiss of distress, clinging a little tighter to Bowie, working to hold back his tears. “How long does it last, Babycakes?”
“Twelve to eighteen hours,” was the whimpered response.
Kari had to wait until he had himself back in control before responding. “What do you want Daddy to do this time?”
Because Kari now knew Bowie had never been touched sexually, that made a world of difference to what would happen between them. Bowie had to be the one to direct Kari.
When he finally peeked up at him, Kari shivered under the onslaught of emotions.
“Will you help make the hurt go away?”
Gods, did he really know what he was asking?
“You want me to touch you?” Kari asked, to be clear.
“Yes.” Bowie pressed his hot cheek into Kari’s throat. “But you should know, I have never done this before. You know, like, ever… with anyone.”
“I know, Babycakes.” Kari ran a hand down to Bowie’s delectable ass and stoked over the firm buttocks. “Do you want me to touch you naked, so you know what to expect?”
The conversation was hard when it left him dry mouthed for more than one reason. He wanted to touch more than his next breath, but the knowledge Bowie was a virgin made this tricky because Kari had never been in a position of wanting someone this much.
Hot puffs of air hit his skin as Bowie squirmed on his lap. “Yes.”
It was barely audible, but Kari felt the impact right through his body. His heart racing, he took a steadying breath to keep his own needs on lockdown.
Not about us.
Not about us.
Not about us.
When he had control, Kari went with the familiar. “Then let’s start with a shower, with Daddy naked.”
