Page 17 of A Little Bit Naughty

Wherever Isaac went, Daddy followed, touching him constantly and chatting politely with anyone else who came by. Isaac was enjoying meeting people, but even more, he was getting a kick out of introducing his Daddy by his title. Remi was his and he was going to make sure everyone knew it.

Jamie, the hotel owner who was leading the event, came in next. He… or maybe she?... was wearing a teeny tiny skirt that flared with every move, a corset, and flawless makeup. What Isaac hadn’t noticed before, when they spoke with the desk between them, was that Jamie had an above-the-knee amputation. His outfit revealed his prosthetic just as clearly as his creamy skin and perky ass.

Isaac analyzed his gait without thinking about it, his PT training taking over. Jamie’s stance was appropriately wide for balance and had only a slight deviation from stance phase to swing phase as he walked, with nearly equal stride length with his intact limb. He clearly kept himself in excellent physical shape, using his strong quads and glutes to control his well-fitted prosthetic with a minimal twist to his hip.

Then Isaac realized he’d looked for a bit too long. Jamie was a work of art to see in motion, but Isaac wouldn’t ever want him to feel like he was paying more attention to his range of motion than to who he was. And Jamie was definitely someone worth watching in other ways, too. It was comforting to have more non-cis people around. If Jamie could be so confidently himself, Isaac had nothing to worry about.

Daddy nuzzled against his ear, sounding amused. “You were thinking about all the exercises he’s supposed to be doing, weren’t you?”

Isaac turned in his arms, keeping his voice low. “Nope. I think Jamie does all his exercises. His gait is gorgeous. There are some other people I can think of, though…”

“I take it that stretching exercises are going to be one of the hazards of being your Daddy?”

“You better believe it.”

Daddy sighed heavily, a teasing breath against his ear. “I knew you were going to be trouble.”

Isaac just giggled.

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Remi

Remi couldn’t keep his eyes—or his hands—off Isaac during the mixer. The more he watched the boy laugh and greet each person, the more happy he was with the unexpected turn of events that brought Isaac to him.

Isaac was a true delight, diving headfirst into anything he did. The event started with a set of party games. The first one was a challenge for the boys, where they had to crawl across the floor while holding a spoon between their teeth. The fun part was that the bowl of the spoon was filled with water that they couldn’t spill… and the handle had been dipped in chocolate to make a penis-shaped lollipop.

Isaac accepted his from Jamie with wide-eyed excitement and took his place across the room. While he waited, he made a great show of enjoying the chocolate dick, alternating between adorable little kitten licks and swallowing the whole thing down with hollowed cheeks. Remi could practically feel that little pink tongue on his own cock, imagining those wide eyes looking up at him from the floor.

Remi stifled a groan and adjusted his erection. If ever there had been a sight to turn him on, it was the way Isaac combined his adorable pajamas and innocent giggles with all the dirty, dirty things he did with his tongue and the flirty promises in his eyes.

Remi hadn’t expected to be seduced by this boy who’d been almost too worried to agree to the weekend. But once Isaac said yes, it was like something inside him had been unleashed. All Remi could do was hang on for the ride.

After the water was poured into the spoons, Isaac got all serious, which was just as cute in its own way. He made himself practically cross-eyed trying to keep from spilling while he shuffled across the room, his little dinosaur tail wagging behind him. Remi knelt on the floor to meet him at the line of tape. The second Isaac reached it, he bounded into Remi’s arms, getting water everywhere.

“I did it!” he exclaimed happily. He hadn’t been the first to cross the finish line, but that hardly seemed to matter. That was one of the things Remi loved about littles—the way that grown-up concerns just melted away.

“You did,” Remi praised him. “But you got chocolate all over your face.”

“Uh oh! Better clean it up, Daddy.” Remi could practically see him slipping into his little persona before his eyes.

Remi considered kissing it off his face, because God, did he want to touch his boy. But he wasn’t quite sure where the line was regarding the sexual stuff that Isaac was worried about, and he didn’t want their first kiss to be in a crowd of people.

“Just a sec, baby. I’ll get some wipes.”

Watching the shudder that raced through Isaac’s body as his eyes drifted closed, Remi realized he might have chosen an alternative that was just as intimate.

It took him only a second to pull the package from his bag and slip one out. He cupped Isaac’s cheek, and the rest of the room faded away as he concentrated on his boy. Giving the act the reverence it was due, he wiped carefully around one side of his mouth, then folded over the wipe and repeated it on the other side. There was still a smudge left, so he went back for a second pass. “All clean,” he whispered, voice thick.

He hadn’t expected how hard the simple action would hit him. It had been so very long since he’d had a boy of his own, and Isaac was just flinging himself into it.

Isaac blinked his eyes open. “Thank you, Daddy,” he whispered. “I think I’m not very big any more.”

“I know, baby. Do you have a different name that you like to be called when you’re little?”

Isaac’s brows furrowed. “I don’t know. I only just got this name.”

Remi tried not to let his surprise show, because of course that made sense. “I happen to think it’s a very cute name.”