Page 33 of A Little Bit Naughty

Remi held back a groan, but maybe not as successfully as he hoped.

“I’m Daddy’s kryptonite,” Izzy giggled.

Fuck. It was beyond true. “Yes, baby. You are.”

It was even hotter that Izzy knew it, too. He sounded entirely too pleased with himself.

But was he teasing just to play, maybe enjoying the power and freedom of driving his Daddy mad without having to worry about his fears around sex? Or was he leading up to something more? Remi tried not to have any expectations, but these innocent little touches had all of his skin buzzing.

Izzy’s small fingers plucked at his nipple, and this time Remi really did groan. His nipples had always been sensitive.

“Can I, Daddy?” Izzy asked in that sweet, husky voice.

Remi had no idea what he was asking permission for, but the answer was the same. “Yes, baby. Anything you want.”

Izzy pushed up his shirt and then that sweet little mouth was on his nipple. He didn’t play with it though, nibbling or biting. He just set up a steady sucking motion, each swallow audible in his throat.

For a moment Remi forgot to breathe, worried that if he so much as moved, Izzy would stop.

He’d suggested nursing like this to boys in the past, but each of them had turned it down, or not enjoyed it enough to do it often. A few had mentioned that it was different with a Mommy, where there was something more to latch on to. Bottles and pacifiers had much more to suck on, too. Hopefully Izzy wouldn’t mind.

“Daddy?” Izzy popped off, worry on his face.

Remi hadn’t realized how obvious the tension in his body would be. He guided Izzy’s head back down, brushing fingers through his soft hair. “Baby boy, it’s more than OK. I love giving you everything you need.” There was something so primal about it, about the fantasy of providing nutrients and comfort to his boy, about soothing him with his body. “You can just tell Daddy whenever you’re thirsty.”

Izzy hummed happily, resuming his rhythmic pace.

Now Remi’s body was still buzzing with pleasure, but in a way that he felt he could drift in forever. There was no hurry, no need for anything else. Just the pressure of Izzy’s lips, the soft sounds in his throat, and the baby-sweet smell of his hair.

“Such a good boy,” Remi murmured, stroking down his back.

He felt Izzy melt against his side, those active muscles relaxed and boneless. It was relaxing for him, too. His cock was still hard and those innocent little sucks still sent sparks of pleasure through him, but he would happily stay like this forever.

There was a memory he always came back to, from the first time he’d seen it. He’d been visiting some friends, a couple in the lifestyle, chatting with the other Daddy while the baby boy played on the floor. At some point, without a word spoken between them, the boy had crawled into his Daddy’s lap, burrowed under his shirt, and started nursing.

It wasn’t the first time Remi had seen anything like that of course, but it had stuck with him. There was something about the way that the boy had just pulled up his Daddy’s shirt without even asking that Remi had dreamed about ever since.

And now Izzy was doing almost the same thing with him. Pulling up his shirt and suckling, just because he needed it.

“Daddy likes that very much,” he whispered against Izzy’s hair, just to make sure he knew.

Izzy nodded while he was nursing, the extra movement sending sparks of pleasure down Remi’s spine. “Daddy,” he agreed happily, the word muffled by Remi’s skin.

Remi loved this moment, this… closeness between them. Baby and Daddy, just being together.

It was this strange place between arousal and adoration, where they intermingled, but he would be fine without anything more. In fact, one of his greatest fantasies was having a baby boy on his lap, suckling like this, while he stroked his baby’s cock, calmly and slowly, as they cuddled. Sometimes the fantasy ended with his boy bucking against his hand and coming wildly, lips still attached to his nipple. And sometimes it just drifted on endlessly, just like this moment, with both of them holding each other.

But Remi put that thought away. Izzy asking to nurse didn’t mean that he was interested in anything else, especially if it might involve certain uncomfortable parts of his anatomy.

And this was more than enough. This was blissful.

Remi didn’t know how long they both lay there, luxuriating in the shared comfort. After a while, unfortunately, his arm started to feel numb where Izzy’s head was resting. “Baby? Can you switch sides? Daddy’s arm needs to move.”

Izzy didn’t answer, just crawled over Remi’s body until their torsos were pressed together, Izzy’s knees to either side of his thighs. He resumed sucking on the other nipple, but now Remi’s sore arm was the last thing on his mind.

In their prior position, Izzy’s leg had barely grazed his cock, not really touching it but nearby. Now his full weight was against it as he squirmed into a comfortable position.

Izzy seemed to notice it, too. His head popped up. “Daddy, something’s poking my tummy.”