The sound of laughter fills the air, and Whit buries his head in my lap.
“Aww, are you embarrassed?” I tease. He shakes his head but doesn’t look up, so I run my fingers through his damp hair. “It seems like my boy might have an exhibitionist streak in him.”
“I like having you in me.”
“That’s a very good answer, and there will be plenty of time for that.”
We’re both quiet for a moment as we catch our breaths and relax.
“So? Are you a Daddy?”
I pause my fingers as they move through his hair. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot recently.”
“Because of me?” Whit interrupts.
“Yes, sweet boy. I kinda got the feeling from you. I’m not sure about caring for a Little though,” I admit.
“It’s okay. I’m not sure how to be a Little.” He laughs, but then his body tenses. “I would like to explore it, with you.”
“But what if I’m not any good at it?” I ask, and I hate that I sound unsure because I’m always sure. But this is important.
“You already take care of me. Making sure I eat and sleep and spoiling me with presents.”
“Spoiling those I care about is one of my favorite things to do.”
“I just need your attention. I mean, I like stuff, but I just want you to be with me. It doesn’t matter if we’re watching movies or having dinner or playing with toys.”
“What if I can’t be what you need, or I don’t like being a Daddy to a Little?”
“That would be tough, but I like you, and we’ll find a way to make sure we both get what we need.” There’s an awkward pause as he runs his fingers up and down my arm. “Do you think you won’t like it?” he whispers, and it sounds so vulnerable.
“No, babe. I think I will like it, but I’m not sure because I’ve never even thought about it before.”
“We could start small, and I mean small,” he says firmly. “I don’t need you to go out and buy me every little thing you can find because you can.”
“I’m the Daddy, and if I want to spoil the hell out of my boy, I’m going to, but I promise I’ll start slow.” And then lose my mind shopping after we see how this goes.
“Okay.” He sounds like he doesn’t believe me. “Can we go now?”
“Sure. Can I take you to my house?”
“You have a house?” He sounds excited.
“I do.”
“Well, let’s go then!” Whit jumps up and tries to help me up.
“Um, babe. Your dick is still out.”
He blushes and smiles. “Oops.”
I grab his belt loops and pull him in close. “Let me help.”
“Yes, Daddy.” His voice is sultry and deep.
I tuck his soft dick away and zip him up. “Good boy.”
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