Page 19 of Daddy Bear Picnic

“What are you thinking about?” he asked.

“Nothing.” I had to lie. “It’s just how cute you look. I really wanted to take a picture of you in my mind and store it forever.”

“You can,” he said, showing me with one big blink as he screwed his eyes together. “Like this. They’re the camera.”

I mimicked his action. “Wow. I think that’s going to be there forever now.”

“It’s what I do,” he said. “And if you do it again, you can kinda see it there.” I knew what he meant, it was like when you screwed your eyes so hard the pressure of it showed stars.

“What other tricks do you want to share with me?” I asked.

“Maybe you want to share some tricks with me.” He had an adorable gnaw on his bottom lip, almost like he was begging me to bite it for him, and I absolutely would have done. He grabbed my hand. “I want to show you the room. What I’ve done with it.”

The last I’d seen, the room was bare with the exception of a bed I’d helped him build from a flatpack. It looked cheap, and from what he’d told me, it had been. The bed was still there, alongside the plumped mattress which had been suctioned into a roll the last I’d seen, and beside the window, an easel.

“You planning on drawing someone in bed?” I asked. “Not you in bed, but—”

He shrugged. “If inspiration strikes, yeah, but this is also the best place for the light in the entire house.”

“Right, I remember you saying you wanted a greenhouse suntrap room.” I’d thought about where it could go considering the house faced directly toward the sun in the morning, he must’ve wanted something on the side of the house as opposed to on the back. “I can help you with that.”

“Maybe you’ll help me with something else first,” he said, pawing a hand at my chest, his fingers hooking into my shirt. “I got a whole lot of food on me earlier. I think I’m ready for that shower now.”

“How about a bath? As long as the tub is big enough for the both of us, but I don’t mind just watching you. In fact, I don’t mind anything you want to do, as long as it involves me.” I cupped a hand under his chin and leaned in for a kiss. His lip trembled as it met mine, and then he latched on. He jumped into my arms, wrapping his legs around my waist and hugging me tight as our tongues played together.

There was no stopping the things I wanted to do with him. I kept kissing him until I gently sat us on the bed, scared for it under both of our weight. I’d never used flatpack furniture for anything, I didn’t trust it, and yet, here I was, putting all my weight on it, trusting it with Malcolm in my arms. There was no squeak or whine, it was sturdy.

Sat on my thighs now, Malcolm pulled back with a big smile on his face. “I’m really happy you agreed to let me make you dinner, even if it is just stuff I would make myself.”

I was glad he’d made me the type of food he liked to eat because it gave me an insight into things I could make for him, without all the frozen processing chemicals, but stuff I could actually do for him. I wondered how the evening would goconsidering it was the first time I’d been around someone in a romantic sense, except for that picnic we’d had, and the lunches we ate together while working on the house, but this was a plan for me to stay overnight, and be intimate. Unless I’d misread the situation, but considering he was a little and I was Daddy, I doubt I was misreading anything.

“Do you want to take a bath with me before or after we go further than this?” he asked, pushing his lower lip out in a pout.

“What do you want to do?”

Looking me up and down, the way he’d already unbuttoned half of my shirt and pushed his fingers through my hair was telling enough. I hadn’t needed to the second thought about this situation. He was on top of me, he was kissing me, feeling me, this was the situation, and I was more than happy to play.

“I’m not sure if the water is warm yet, so maybe we can continue this, and then a bubble bath,” he said, lulling his head as if he was shy. I knew he wasn’t shy. He was far from shy, it was adorable. I wondered if this was part of his play. “As long as that’s what you want, Daddy.” Big blinks had me gulping back in thought. My heart thumping with a heavy flutter. He didn’t know just how much I wanted this. “Do you want to fuck me?”

I nodded, wrapping a hand around his back. “You don’t need to ask that, I’m pretty sure it’s obvious.” I was already hard in my jeans. He might not have been able to feel that though. “I guess if you’re looking for me to take the lead, I will, happily.” And I would’ve done sooner, but he was feral with the way he jumped onto me. I liked it though. It was nice to feel the weight of his body press against mine. With my hand in his back, I rolled us over, mindful of the way the furniture was built and how it could all crumble before us. He was laid on the bed now while I stood over him.

“I’ve been thinking about this since I met you,” he said, shoving a hand under his pillow and pulling out his big blue teddy bear.

“And what did I do in all of those thoughts?” I had ideas, maybe similar to his, but possible better.

“You treated me like a toy, and I treated you like a teddy bear.”

Unbuckling my belt with one hand and in a swift tugging motion, I pulled the belt free through the loops. Malcolm’s eyes lit up. “First time you’ve seen someone do that?”

He nodded. “I’m not sure if this isn’t a dream, because I think you did that in one of them.”

“Well, my sweet boy, I’m all about making dreams come true, or didn’t I tell you that already?”

Nodding so obediently, so sweetly, he continued to gnaw on his bottom lip as if it was going to run away.

“What do you say?”

“Please, Daddy,” he said. “Or, yes, Daddy. Maybe, a mixture of them. Yes, please, Daddy.”

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