“No, it’s not, Cupcake.” Oh, my poor Boy. He was so embarrassed and horrified. But there was no reason for it. From his point of view, I could see why he thought it was disgusting that he peed on the pillow, but he didn’t do it on purpose. He had a medical condition. He simply couldn’t help it, and I let him down. “This is my fault. I knew about your issue and should have made sure to check in with you on time.”
“But…”
“If I hear one more but from you, there will be no movie and no bottle. Just bed for you.” Henry stared at me, openmouthed. Then he closed it and slowly nodded. “Good. Now I want you to watch my lips very carefully.” I pointed to my mouth and waited until I was sure I had his full attention. “I’m your Daddy, and as long as you’re not using your safeword, I’m taking care of you, and that includes your medical condition. I knew about it, and I failed you. It wasn’t your fault, Henry, and I’m sorry.”
For a long moment, Henry just stared at me, and then a small smile appeared. “Does that mean that you don’t get to watch a movie?”
“What and deny my Boy cuddles? I don’t think so.”
“Oh, damn. I didn’t think about that.”
“That’s no reason to cuss, Cupcake.” I let go of his face, and Henry immediately threw himself at me.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
Oh, my sweet Baby. I kissed his head and hugged him tightly. For a moment, I just held him. Then I let go and made him look at me again. “Let’s get you cleaned up and into some comfy jammies.”
“Or I could just stay naked.”
“The answer to that is still no.” I used my best stern Daddy look, and it seemed to work because Henry huffed and turned around to walk into the nursery.
“Fiiiiiiine. Just don’t be surprised if you find my blue balls have fallen off when you change my diaper tomorrow.”
Or maybe it didn’t work. Torn between laughing out loud and giving in to his demands, I settled on a sigh and followed him. I was glad that he was over the pillow incident, but this…this side of Henry was going to be the death of me.
Thirty minutes later, I climbed into bed with my Boy. While he’d watched Brother Bear, I’d cleaned up the bathroom, left the pillow soaking so I could wash it the next morning, and made him a bottle. Yep, I was a soft Daddy, because I made him another white chocolate milk. Henry was so immersed in the movie that I kind of had to maneuver him until he was lying comfortably in my arms, and I could give him his bottle.
For a little while, he drank his milk while playing absent-mindedly with my fingers, but then he turned to look at me. “Have you ever had a Little Boy?”
“I’ve had a few minor playdates, but I’ve never been in a relationship with a Little before. I’ve been waiting for the perfect one to appear.”
“I’m not perfect.”
“You are perfect for me, and that’s all that matters.”
“What kind of playdates? Like ours?”
I smiled and gently stroked his cheek. “No. Nothing like this. This is more than just a playdate to me.”
“Like you’re my Daddy for real?”
“I’d love to be your Daddy for real.” Oh, how much I wanted to be his Daddy and his partner and boyfriend. I wanted it all with Henry. From the moment I’d seen him in the Rainbow Room, I knew that he was the perfect man for me. “This is not a simple playdate, Henry. This is something special.”
“Even if I’m broken?”
“Last warning, Henry. The next time you put yourself down, I’m going to spank you.” Henry’s eyes widened, and then a low moan escaped his lips. Okay, another lesson learned. Spanking wasn’t a suitable punishment for every Little, and Henry liked the thought of being spanked a little too much.
“Will you spank me now?”
Yup, definitely too excited to make spanking a proper punishment. “No. And not tomorrow, either.” Henry’s lips formed an adorable pout around the nipple of his bottle. “You like the thought of getting spanked entirely too much, Little Boy. Wouldn’t you prefer to be allowed to come while I spank your cute bottom?”
Henry moaned again and nodded so quickly that his curls bounced. Then his ass pressed against my half-hard cock. Damn. It almost made me regret that I told him no earlier. But I knew that this first night was important for both of us. Henry needed to know he could trust me. That meant that I needed to show him that I didn’t want him for only one night, even if I would suffer from blue balls as well.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to sleep on the sofa.”
Henry's eyes grew even wider before they filled with tears. Then he reached out, grabbed my arms, and let go of the bottle. “No. No, don’t leave me.”
Shit. I should have known that would scare him instead of working as a threat to make him behave. “Shhh. I’m sorry, Baby. I’m not going anywhere. But I need you to be a good Boy.”
“I will. I promise. I’ll be a good Boy. But please, please don’t sleep on the sofa.”
“I won’t, Cupcake. I want to sleep with my Boy in my arms.” I kissed his forehand and just held him tight to my chest for a long moment until Henry pulled away and reached for his bottle again. Sucking on it, he snuggled into me and held onto my arms, the movie forgotten. As his eyes were still on me, I gently stroked his cheek. “When I said that I would sleep on the sofa, it wasn’t meant as a punishment, Cupcake. I would never use distance as a punishment or deny you your Daddy. I said that nothing sexual is going to happen tonight,
