Page 44 of A Little Bit Naughty

Damn. It was like every time Isaac started to worry about something, Daddy said something that just blew it all away. He hadn’t imagined Daddy feeling vulnerable about this. But once again, it was something that evened things out between them.

Isaac curled his leg around Daddy’s thigh, wanting to be closer.

“Mmmmmm… baby boy.” Daddy pressed back with his knee, giving them both more friction. “Let’s take this over to the bed.”

“OK, Daddy.” Everything felt like it was settling into place again. Daddy was still Daddy. Isaac didn’t have to be in charge, and he didn’t have to know everything, because Daddy was still taking care of him.

Daddy sat down heavily and reclined onto his back with a wince.

“Are you OK?”

“Just my neck. Some days it’s worse than others.”

“Are there some accommodations we should make for that?”

“Probably? I feel like you’d know better than me. But… yeah. It would be nice if I wasn’t in too much pain during all of this.”

“I think we can figure that out with pillows.” Isaac considered the situation, thinking through spinal alignments and options. “How do you want to position yourself?”

Daddy pulled Isaac down onto the bed. “You’re not at work right now, baby boy. Let’s just see where things go. I’m putting you in charge of pillows when we get there.”

Isaac pouted. “Well, if I’m in charge of pillows, then let’s take this one out from behind your head–” he tugged it out “–and put it below your knees.” He matched the action to his words. “How does that feel?”

“Much better, actually. Now come here.”

Isaac went willingly, stretching out over Daddy’s full chest. Daddy’s hands drifted under his t-shirt, sliding up the back. “Is this OK?” Daddy murmured into his ear.

“Yes. You can take off my shirt.”

“Mmmmmm… I’ve been wanting your skin on mine since we met.” Daddy pushed Isaac’s shoulders until he sat up. “This is a cute shirt, though. I like seeing you in it.”

“Are you going to just keep giving me compliments all the time?”

“Yes,” Daddy answered emphatically. “As long as you’re so sexy and sweet and naughty and wonderful.”

Isaac giggled. “You don’t have to, though.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Nope. I like it.”

“Good. Well, I like it, too. I think it’s good for baby boys to know how much their Daddies lo– appreciate them.”

That word hadn’t been hard to decipher. Isaac knew it wasn’t personally directed at him. They’d only known each other for a bit over twenty-four hours, so Daddy couldn’t possibly be in love with him. But he already knew what it would feel like to be enveloped by that love all the time.

Daddy pulled his shirt up and Isaac raised his hands to get it over his head. Daddy’s hands smoothed down his chest, sending jolts of lightning through him. Isaac loved looking down and seeing the larger man’s hands on him. The way that Daddy could feel his muscular pecs and flat nipple discs without an ounce of extra flesh in the way.

It felt so unbelievably right, so perfect that it made his heart squeeze. They were two men together, their chests matched in design, and he was actually doing this.

Daddy’s eyes on him were all desire and attraction, with no hint of worry about the two long white scars that traced along his ribs. When Daddy’s hands drifted back upward, Isaac stopped him, though.

“No?” Daddy asked, checking in.

Isaac made a face. “Not quite no but… before I transitioned I kind of hated my chest. And now, God, it’s so much better. I like what I see in the mirror. But my nipples never had that much sensation before, and it’s even less now. Sometimes they kind of twinge painfully, which is supposed to be the nerves growing back, though it’s been years now. So… they’re not off-limits, just not something I really enjoy.”

Daddy’s hands stroked down his belly to rest on his thighs. “Thank you for telling me. I just want to touch you where you want to be touched.”

Isaac nodded. “And I’m going to keep my underwear on, OK?”