Page 32 of Just A Little Love

“Did you notice what Jakob was wearing?” Rory asked in a small voice.

“Do you mean his diapers?” My question sent Rory immediately to hide his face in my stomach. I kept my hands in his hair and started scratching his scalp now that I knew how much he liked it. I felt him nod his head yes against me. “Are you curious about them?” There was hesitation, but finally, I felt Rory nod his head again. The ultimate question was the moment of truth for tonight. “Do you want to try them?” My voice was as gentle as I could make it.

This was such an enormous step for anyone in the Daddy/boy lifestyle. The amount of trust required in the step was enormous. I couldn’t help my sense of pride Rory felt safe enough with me to allude to it, let alone be able to almost vocalize he wanted to try it. My baby bunny was a brave soul, and I was so damn proud of him.

Every so often, I felt like I jumped the gun too much in my life. Someone would suggest something, or an idea would pop into my brain, and I was off and running with it. It’s undoubtedly how I ended up meeting Rory because I thought about asking him if he wanted help for half a second before I opened my mouth and introduced myself to him. Right now wasn't one of those times to worry about it.

A good idea was a good idea, and it's why I was eternally grateful I’d ordered some cute cloth diapers on the off chance he might want to try them one day. They were neutral design patterns in a winter theme. I’d paid extra to get them shipped immediately because I hated the feeling of being unprepared.

Rory finally looked up at me while I continued to caress his hair. “I have some for you. Do you want to try them tonight and see how you like them?” Rory nodded silently.

“Sorry, Bunny, but I need to hear your word for this.” Rory would need me to ground him with my touch, so I kept my hands in place.

“Daddy, I want to try diapers tonight. Do I have tousethem?” Rory’s voice was soft but determined. It took so much courage for him to voice his interests, and I was beyond proud of him.

“No, baby, you don’t do anything you don’t want to do. If you want to use them, it’s fine. If you only want to wear them, that’s alright too. There’s no right or wrong here.” I manipulated his head so he could look directly at me. I wanted him to see the sincerity on my face and not just hear my words. Rory smiled at me, eyes shining, and I knew I could step away and grab the diapers.

I turned to my dresser, opened the drawer, and pulled out three choices. I held each up so he could pick which one he wanted. His options were gnomes skiing around evergreens, penguins decorating holiday trees, and bears in snow. Rory giggled at the patterns and reached for the bears.

“Can I use this one, Daddy?” Rory’s polite tone earned him a kiss on the nose.

“Of course you can, Bunny.” I nudged Rory back on the bed and positioned his legs on the edge of the bed. He had to scoot backto give me room when I did it, though. My T-shirt was midway down his thighs, so I tapped his hips so I could pull it out from under him. “Keep your hips up, please, so I can get this under you.” I slid the opened diaper under him and tapped him again so he’d drop his hips. Once down, I aligned and pressed the snaps together.

“How does it feel?” I wanted to make sure he was comfortable. If not, it came off immediately. There was no way in hell I was going to make Rory do something he wasn’t comfortable with.

Rory wiggled his hips a few times and dropped his hands to touch the puffy fabric around his hips and crotch. “It’s weird that I can’t feel my dick in there under all the layers.”

His comment pulled a laugh from me. “I promise your dick is safe and sound. It’s super late, and I can tell you’re trying hard not to yawn in my face.” That triggered a jaw-breaking yawn, as I expected it would. “Hop up, Bunny, so we can get you under the covers.” I pulled the covers down on the bed and ushered him under them. “I’ll be right back.” I hurried to the kitchen to get a sippy cup, a new one purchased in a moment of optimism, of water to put on the nightstand.

Upon my return, Rory was already asleep, curled up in a ball under my comforter. He looked so innocent and sweet that I couldn’t resist the urge to sweep his hair off his forehead and tuck it behind his ear. In his sleep, he sighed a little and snuggled down more. His diaper made a noticeable bulge across his backside, and my hand smoothed across it. I leaned down, ghosted a kiss to his cheek, and headed into the bathroom for a quick shower before joining him in bed.

Yeah, there was no chance I would willingly let him find another daddy to take over for me. I had to figure my shit out.

Chapter 18

Rory

Iwoke up early this morning, but it was an empty bed. I vaguely recalled waking up a few times draped over him. Each time, I’d been on top of him with my head on his shoulder and one leg hitched up to his waist. As for him, his hand never strayed from my cloth-covered ass. If I tried to move away, he’d tighten his arms around me and pat my bottom. Honestly, I didn’t try hard to get away.

With the giant windows that dominated the bedroom, I’d expected the apartment to be chilly, but it was toasty enough for me to push back the covers and pad silently across the bedroomcarpet. In a surprise to no one, it was also gray. The rain from last night had turned into a drizzle, and a hazy fog covered the Sound. The stillness of the apartment, combined with the dreary weather outside, created this strange otherworldly feeling. I wasn’t a fan.

Voices drifted down the hallway, so I headed in that direction. I stopped in the doorway, uncertain about whether I should enter. Daddy was at his desk in a Zoom meeting, and it sounded like they were talking about some architecture project. Everyone else had English accents, so it was probably something to do with the London project he’d wrapped up recently. I didn't mean to intrude but wasn’t sure where to go. Daddy beckoned me inside and pointed to one of the sofas in the room. I dragged a blanket off the back so I could wrap myself up in its softness.

With Daddy preoccupied with his meeting, I took advantage of the moment to think about what had happened last night. I don’t know when the thought popped into my head about wanting to try on diapers. Once it was there, nothing could shake it. Daddy assured me there was nothing I couldn’t ask him, but diapers felt above and beyond. His felt true, and I loved that about him.

WHOA! Notlovelove. Liked and admired in him.

Jakob didn’t say anything explicitly, but I suspected he was wearing some when glimpsed his rather puffy pants when we walked to the table last night. My suspicions were confirmed by the slight waddle when we were walking out, he and Reed looked at each other with such utter devotion. If diapers could make that happen, bring them on.

Now that I was conscious while wearing them, I can felt how much they hugged my cock and balls. The training pants I tried previously were padded, but nothing compared to these. The sensation felt odd, but not unwelcome. Not bad, just different. Walking down the hall, I recognized my own waddling gait. I certainly didn’t miss the flare of heat in Daddy’s eyes when he saw me standing in the doorway. He liked it.

My bladder demanded relief, but I was so conflicted. Do I go commando? Turn my underwear from yesterday inside out and put my pants back on? Get a new diaper? Borrow a clean pair of briefs from Daddy? Clearly, these were all first-world problems, but they weremyproblems this morning, and I didn’t know what to do. If I guessed wrong, I’d look like a dumbass. I desperately did not want Daddy to not think about me being the person who interrupted his meeting because of an underwear emergency. My annoyed huffs weren’t quiet enough because Daddy looked up at me with a questioning expression.

I shook my head at him because the last thing I wanted to do this morning was to interrupt his meeting. His work was important, and my particular issues today were not. Daddy turned his head away from the monitor and winked at me.

“Why don’t we take a quick five-minute break? Grab some tea, and we’ll finalize the plans when we get back.” Daddy switched off his microphone and camera before he crooked his finger for me to come to him. He grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap when I got close. I leaned down, and our foreheads met. Daddy raised his head and gave me a soft forehead kiss. “What’s up, Bunny?”

“Gah, this is embarrassing.”

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