Page 36 of A Little Bit Naughty

Remi felt a knot of tension loosen inside him, and with it came a rising swell of desire. “I know you do, sweet boy. That’s what happens when you drink Daddy’s milkies. It means you need to touch your undies to make it feel better.”

Remi could see the effect his words were having on Izzy, the way his lips parted and his breath sped up. This type of dirty talk was what they both craved.

“OK, Daddy,” Izzy agreed breathlessly. But he didn’t make a move.

Maybe he needed another nudge. But subtly. “Do you need help with your snaps, baby? Or can you open them all by yourself?”

“I can open them, Daddy. See?” He reached down into the space between them and popped them open one at a time. “One, two, three, four.”

“Good job. You’re a very big boy. Now, can you pull up your onesie all by yourself? So you can reach your undies?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“I like your dino undies.”

Izzy giggled. “You can’t see them, silly Daddy!”

Was that an invitation? Probably not, or at least not yet. Just a logical response. “No, but I saw them earlier. I pay lots of attention to everything about my baby boy. Now, put your hand inside.”

Izzy sucked in a breath as he complied. Remi could feel the back of Izzy’s arm against his belly, firm against him but not moving.

“Good boy. Now find your tingly place. It’s going to need lots of rubbies to make it feel good.”

Izzy’s arm started working in a tight rhythm, while his eyelashes fluttered shut. His breath grew sharp and erratic, the sweetest whimpers and moans slipping out.

“That’s right, baby,” Remi encouraged, awed by everything about the moment. Izzy’s sweet, upturned face. That small hand disappearing into the dinosaur briefs. The sheer trust thrumming between them. “Are there any more tingles?”

“So many, Daddy! I’m all tingly everywhere. Oh, Daddy!”

“That’s good, baby. Keep touching your tingly place for Daddy. Daddy likes to see you.”

Izzy moaned, half-lidded eyes seeking out Remi’s. His hips were thrusting now, the back of his hand crushed against Remi’s hip.

“Such a good boy, showing Daddy how you make your tingly place feel good. I bet it’s nice and hard for Daddy.”

It had to be, right? Or if not, the fantasy of that should sound good to Izzy, he was sure. Remi’s own fantasy of something… well, almost adjacent, came crashing on top of this one, but he reeled it back in. All he needed right now was Izzy, and the way he was looking at Remi with almost frantic need in his eyes.

“Daddy! Oh, please, Daddy!” Izzy cried out, sounding lost. “What’s my tingly place doing?”

Izzy was all innocent surprise, the pretense that he’d never come before driving Remi wild. He’d thought he couldn’t get hard again, but he was already halfway there. “I told you, baby. Your tingly place likes to feel good when you snuggle with Daddy and touch inside your undies. Are you so hard for Daddy?”

“So hard. It’s too much, Daddy. Too much tingles. It’s all… Daddy! Oh, help me, Daddy! What do I do? It’s too good!”

Remi had to stop himself from pinning Izzy to the mattress and diving into him. From thrusting his hand down those innocent little undies and stroking until Izzy came all over him. He was certain now that what was actually in Izzy’s pants didn’t mean a damn thing compared to how it would feel to claim all of Izzy’s pleasure for his own. Fuck, he wanted to touch Izzy more than he wanted his next breath.

But, he realized, Izzy’s pleasure was still all his.

“I’ll help you baby,” he drew out the words slowly, knowing how it was pushing his boy toward the edge. “You just have to keep going. Just a little more for Daddy. Grind against my leg. Let me feel your rubbies.”

Izzy was almost sobbing now, drawing in great, shuddering breaths as he thrust against Remi’s thigh.

“Now come for me, baby. Let all those tingles out all at once.”

Izzy erupted with a hoarse shout that Remi swallowed up with a greedy kiss. Fuck yes. His sweet baby. All his. Panting and grinding and kissing Remi back with a ferocity that felt like he never wanted to let go.

He pulled Izzy on top of his chest, needing to feel his weight, to have every inch of their bodies pressed together. Izzy straddled him, rocking against his half-hard cock as he chased the last few pulses of desire.

Remi nibbled along his neck. His shoulder. The soft cotton of the onesie and the softer glide of his skin.