Page 32 of Schooling Little Sage

“Come for me, sweetheart. Come with Daddy.”

There was no thinking about that command, my body had waited far too long to hear those words. He pulsed in my hand at the same time I came inside him. Wow probably wasn’t the right word, but it was such a different feeling, a really good one. Like one that rippled through me from the top of my head all the way down to my toes. Warm, draining and wonderful.

Now I was… I was…

Tired.

Hopefully, Daddy didn’t ask me any more questions because my words weren’t wording, even inside my brain it was blank. Tomorrow, he’d be full of questions, there was no way Daddy would let me get away with not talking about our first time. Ugh, Daddies and their talkie talks.

“That’s a big yawn, sweetheart.” Daddy cupped my face and kissed me. “Give me a second then we’ll take a quick shower.” He nuzzled my nose and kissed me again. “I love you, Sage.”

“Love you too, Daddy.” His name came out choppy when I yawned.

“Okay, sleepy boy. Never mind taking a shower. Stay here and Daddy will clean you up.”

“Daddy is in charge.” I heard him laugh and mumble something, but my eyes were closed, my brain was done and I was so comfy.

“Morning, sleepy head.”

Wrapped up in Daddy’s arms was my favorite way to wake up.

“How’d you sleep?”

“Really good.” And still naked. Never did that before. I loved all the cute PJs Daddy got me but skin to skin with him was nice too. Except for… “Daddy you’re poking me.” He did it again, on purpose and grabbed my wide awake winky too. “Eep! Gotta pee.”

Daddy laughed. “Yes, that’s generally what it means.”

He nipped and kissed my neck, confusing my body parts. No, focus, Sage, pee first, special kisses later.

“You go pee while Daddy makes breakfast.”

My tummy grumbled, a lot, which made me hurry through getting ready. We had work today which was kind of a bummer. Spending another lazy day at home with Daddy would’ve been fun but at least if we were busy there was no time to talk.

“There you are,” Daddy said as I came into the kitchen. “Such a good boy getting ready for work. Have a seat, Daddy made pancakes.”

“Yay! Dino cakies.” Daddy had bought all kinds of fun cookie cutters that worked for cakies too. “I love fun food.” He slid a plate in front of me with strawberries and a dish of syrup to dippy dip my dinos in. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome.”

I wish I had my coloring books cause I knew as soon as Daddy sat down, the questions would start. At least when I was coloring it was easy to answer without facing him, especially when it was about embarrassing stuff.

“I know you don’t want to talk about last night, but I think it’s important that we do and we’re on the same page.”

Here we go.

“Do you have any questions or”—Daddy paused and took a big drink of coffee—“did you hate it?”

This was unexpected. Was Daddy worried?

“It was fun.”

He shook his head. “Well, I guess that’s not a bad thing?”

“Nope, not bad at all. Did you have fun?”

Daddy laughed. “I did indeed, sweet boy.”

“I still don’t think I want to bottom. You made faces like it hurt.” Daddy blinked, then blinked again. Shoot, I broke him.