Page 21 of Hiding From Laughter

Oh, that got me an embarrassed and arousedsound that time.

Just barely caressing high on his innerthigh, I rubbed right below the diaper and got a shiver from him as he whinedsoftly. “Such sweet sounds, but I can’t wait until you make loud, happy ones.”

He was almost done with the bottle andmaking little wiggles that gave away how much soda he’d probably consumed. Ihad a feeling he’d never be able to look at a can of Coke the same way again,but it worked in my favor.

When his bottle was nearly empty and he wasjust licking the nipple instead of actually drinking anymore, I eased it out ofhis mouth and set it on the nightstand. “Such pretty lips. You’re going to getso many kisses later.”

He was so quiet I looked to see his chestrising and falling and almost laughed when I realized my little drama queen washolding his breath again. Ordering him to breathe would be fun but not as muchfun as finally hearing him laugh, so I decided it was time to play in adifferent way.

Caressing back up his body got anothershiver from him and I knew he was grumbling in his head again, but I let thewaiting drag out a few more seconds. He was waiting for the moment I’d starttickling him, but I got a shocked gasp when I quickly picked him up and laidhim on the bed beside me.

His squeal was adorable, but it stopped assoon as he realized I’d stretched out beside him. He was definitely cursing meout, but it was silent unless I counted how loud his face was being as hescrunched it up.

“I need to be able to cuddle my boy.”Cuddle. Trap. It was all the same thing, so I draped my thigh over his diaperand used my hand to hold both of his above his head. Just feeling helpless hadhim quietly moaning and he tried to thrust his hips up.

“You’re so cute, baby.” Trailing my fingersalong his chest, I made him wait a few more torturous seconds. It was almosttoo much for him when my fingers got to his ribs and I finally gave him what hewanted. “Happy time.”

As his happy cries filled the room, hetugged on his hands and bucked against me half-heartedly like he couldn’tdecide if he really wanted to escape.

“Oh, such sexy sounds, baby boy.” He waswiggling too much for me to safely kiss him, but I kept my tone sweet andloving as I dug my fingers into his ribs and soaked up his laughter. “You’re socute and I love hearing you so happy.”

And I loved knowing he was mine completely.

Not that he was trying to escape, but thefantasy was fun.

“That sexy laughter.” Adding a bit of heatto my voice, I moved my leg back and forth so my thigh was rubbing right overhis diaper-covered erection.

His still very firm erection.

He’d been so hard to begin with I hadn’tbeen sure it’d fit right in the diaper but I’d made it work, and I’d been veryglad to see the clear evidence of his arousal as we’d started to play. Notsafewording was one thing, but being turned on and blushing were much moreobvious signals that he was dramatic but willing.

Enthusiasticallywilling.

He just wasn’t comfortable wanting it, butthat was something we could work on in the long run. Enough praise and rewardscould get my adorable drama queen to do a lot. His love language wasattention…good or bad, although I tried to keep it positive.

I had a feeling some of his past partnershadn’t realized there were two sides to being a drama queen and lovingattention.

This was the best kind, though. “Such happysounds from my naughty boy.”

I wasn’t quite talking like he was a littlebut the pleased tone seemed to get even better reactions from him. He wasalternating between squealing and shaking his head, but still no safewords andnot even the hand signal we’d set up for situations when he might not be ableto talk.

So I worked my fingers down his side and rubbedhis erection through the diaper with every wiggle he made…and he made a lot.

Most of them were twisting and squirmingbecause of the crazy sensations firing through him, but there was no logicalreason his hips kept thrusting up to grind his erection against me.

And against the diaper.

He didn’t mind that nearly as much as hewanted me to think he did because even when I’d been sliding it on, he keptmaking his surprised noises, and every time he shifted, he sounded just like hehad when he’d been petting sheets the last time we’d bought new ones.

He thought his diaper was soft at the veryleast.

“That’s my good boy.” Leaning over, I blewraspberries on his stomach and the sensation or maybe just how ridiculous itwas had him squealing again and laughing. “Trapped and helpless. Cute andhappy.”

And while he wasn’t using words, he wasmaking enthusiastic sounds and was letting out the most adorable laughter.

It was hitting a frantic pitch too.

This was the time I’d always eased off ofthe tickle play and let him come down from the high he’d found. It’d neveroccurred to me to keep going, but I didn’t hold back this time. I sprinkledkisses over his face and down his chest. I kept him helpless as I tickled hisribs and the sensitive area where his leg met his groin. I even made sure totease the edges of the diaper so he couldn’t forget it was there.

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