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“Adorable,” I said, kissing him on the forehead. “I think the water should be warm enough now for that bath.”

He snuggled on me, shimmying around. “I told you the bed was safe.”

The jury was still out on that, we could’ve been testing it more vigorously.

9. MALCOLM

It was everything and more, the moment it all happened, a small cool spot of sweat dripped down my back, sending a shiver through me at the same time as he came inside me, shooting all his cum up inside the condom, filling it up like a balloon. I wanted to feel it expand inside my little belly, make it big like I was a teddy bear ready to explode.

The temporary feeling of his thickness inside me was incredible, and I missed it the moment it came out of me, almost like I was missing a part of myself when it came out. I would’ve slept with him inside me, napped with him throbbing against my hole, but that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. I knew that, but it didn’t hurt to dream.

We got the tub ready with hot water and bubbles. The one bonus to this being a summer home had been that certain parts of the house were preserved and barely used, like the tub and the toilet, really most of the bathroom itself. It was a large tub with metal handles at the side for accessibility since it was mostly used by my grandparents.

Daddy Bear sat in the tub, cleaning off the mess I’d made in his chest hair while I gathered all my bath toys. I had a whole basket of duckies and dolphins, and really any plastic animal that would float in the water. I dumped the entire basket of toys in, letting them fall through the bubbles like it was snow.

“I’m not sure if there’s going to be room for you in here now,” he said, scooping a hand out of the water and pulling out a small toy ship. “You better be careful getting in here, some of these might just slip right inside you.” His eyes scanned me, up and down like he was surveying just how much I could take. The answer, and I know because I’d tried it was two bath crayons. They weren’t inside the box though, and the ones I’d done thatwith had been used up. It really wasn’t safe to insert—at all, but especially not once you started using them and they got smaller.

I climbed into the tub and while it had been warm today, there was nothing that could match the hugging warmth and comfort of climbing into a bubble bath. “Ahhh.” I was sitting on my floaty toys. They should’ve been thrown in after I was already settled.

“You’re adorable,” his words, interrupting me as I wiggled around, digging the toys out from under me.

“Thank you, and you’re adorable too.”

“Adorable. Aren’t there any other words you could use to describe me?”

“Magnificent,” I said. “You’re pretty magnificent.”

He nodded along. “Well, I’ll take it.”With a handful of bubbles, he gave me a bubble beard, plumping the bubbles out around my face. “You are so freaking cute. But I mean this in the nicest way possible, don’t get a beard.”

I tried looking at myself in the chrome fixtures but they were so distorted, I couldn’t really see what he was saying. “I think I’d look good with a beard, maybe not one as big as yours.” I scooped more bubbles to extend the beard on my face. “This big? Maybe even bigger.”

With a splash of water, the bubbles were washed away. “I like your face the way it is, soft, kissable, smooth, and—”

Taking his hand, I rubbed it against my cheek. “It also makes me feel like a little when I’m shaved,” I told him. “I feel too adult with a beard.” A shudder ran through me, causing my leg to jerk out and almost kick him in the balls.

“Watch where there feet are,” he said. “Or Daddy won’t read you a bedtime story.”

“Bedtime stories.” He was my dream man. “I like bedtime stories.”

“I know, I saw them on the dresser.”

“Oh.”

“But I had planned on bringing one over from the library, but the day got away from me, so I didn’t manage to get over there in time,” he said. “Luckily, you’re such a good boy, you’re already prepared with your own bedtime stories.”

I nodded, staring at him as if he was about to reveal something else. I hoped he’d tell me something else I wanted but hadn’t mentioned. “When was the last time you had a little?”

He took my hand and began washing up my warm with a bar of soap. “Do you really want to talk about past relationships?” he asked. “It’s been a while, but I don’t think about it.”

“That’s ok, I was just prying to see how well you knew how to deal with a little like me.”

He continued rubbing the bar of soap, lathering it up on my skin. “I know enough, but most of it is just a want to be close,” he said, his voice turning to a whisper. “It’s a need to be next to you almost. To feel the way sunshine does but from your smile, from knowing what you need, and what you want.”

Well, he was right. He did make me smile, and make it feel like the was pure sunshine glowing from within. It wasn’t something easily explained, yet he put it into words so effortlessly. A man who I assumed was only good with his hands, and he was really good with them, was also really good with his heart too. Almost like my heart knew it was making the right call when it decided to crush on him. It knew before I did that he would make a great Daddy.

After we washed each other and his body hair was almost like a soft bristle scouring pad exfoliating me, I leaned against his chest and we laid until all the bubbles disappeared and the water went cold. The stillness in the water was only disturbed by the moving floaties on the surface as they bumped into each other and the sides of the tub.

“I really wish my hands didn’t prune up,” I mumbled, pulling my hands to my face and seeing how they wrinkled.

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