I put my thumbs beneath the waistband of his briefs and gently rolled them over his hips and down his thighs. Beautiful boy.
I grabbed the bottoms and got one foot, then the other through the legs and into the attached footies. Then I pulled them up. He lifted his hips for me and I became enthralled. It was as if I was entering a trance, the boy before me more precious than I could imagine and all mine.
He sat up and languidly lifted his arms so I could get the PJ top on, then rocked forward into my embrace. In an automatic response, I picked him up. He wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder.
I put both hands under his ass and carried him to the head of the bed, kicking off my shoes and settling back on the pillows with him pressed tightly against me. His knees were bent as he straddled me.
Something fluttered in my stomach. I needed this as much as he did. The hug. The holding. The peace and quiet with the candleflames and balcony lights turning the room into a fairy tale scene.
Sage wriggled against me until his breathing went almost silent. I let my head fall back and closed my eyes.
Utter bliss.
We sat together for at least half an hour. When he finally lifted his head to look at me, his thumb was in his mouth. He took it out and blinked, his eyes brightening.
“I’m a big boy again.”
“Are you?”
He nodded. “Thank you, Daddy. For holding me again. I need it sometimes.”
“It might surprise you to know that I need it, too.”
He gave me an exaggerated frown, his eyebrows close together.
“It’s true, baby. I didn’t know I needed it until I met you.”
“But now you know?”
“Without question.”
“Sometimes you still have to ask questions. That’s why I go to school.”
“That’s true.”
Sage smiled, putting both hands against my cheeks. “You’re already a smart daddy even if you didn’t know about the daddy thing until recently. But if you ever have any questions, you can ask me.”
“I can ask anything?”
“Yep. Anything.”
I had both my hands on his shoulders. He still straddled me, and his closeness now had me feeling more than warm and fuzzy. Hot might be the word. Too hot.
“Okay. Here’s one. Do you like to color?”
“I love it.”
“Good, because I have new books for you. And an extra-large crayon pack.”
“Really?” Sage bounced on my lap. Then lifted up and sat back down in a gentler manner. “But I don’t want to color right now because you have a problem, Daddy. A big problem.”
He wiggled his hips, his ass brushing over my hard-on. I looked down at the tent in the front of his jammie bottoms.
I raised an eyebrow at him. “So do you, it seems.”
He leaned back, laughing. “Yes, Daddy, and I need help with that.” He tilted his head and stuck out his lower lip. “Please.”
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