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As his muscles tensed and he scrunched hisface up tighter, his suction on the binkie made it sound like it’d pop anysecond.

“Yes, that’s my good boy. My cuddly boy. Myspecial boy.” As his cock throbbed in my hand, I focused right under the headand he cried out, nearly losing his binkie again as his orgasm fired throughhim. His quiet toy muffled most of his sounds, but he shook and rocked into myfist, chasing every drop of pleasure until he went boneless in the tub.

And there was finally a yawn.

He always had to run himself into theground before he let his body rest, so I knew I had to take advantage of hisweakened state to make sure he got to bed at a decent hour. “My good boy. Let’sget you cleaned up.”

His half-hearted nod came with another yawnand a confused look, like he wasn’t sure when he’d gotten so tired. But withthe binkie in, he couldn’t tell me everything else he wanted to do or come upwith a dozen seemingly valid excuses why he had to stay up.

They were always very creative and hegenerally had to read one more chapter, but all I got was whiny grumbles whenhe had to sit up and a pout when I started rinsing all the bubbles off of him.“Bubbles and jammies don’t mix. You’ll get soggy. And wrinkly. And you mightmold.”

There was a valiant attempt made to laugh,but his body wasn’t cooperating and another yawn came instead. “Oops. Thosekeep escaping.”

I got a smile but he was too busy makingsure his binkie didn’t fall out to laugh.

“Sit up on your knees for me.” The soapybubbles had cleaned a lot of him, but I got the most important parts and made amental note to shove him into the shower in the morning. “Good boy. Okay, allclean.”

For the most part.

The complete lack of protest showed I wasright, but I made a mental note for us to do an earlier bathtime routine onSaturday to give him more time to play. A nap in the afternoon might help too,so I started rearranging things in my head as I rinsed the last of the bubblesoff my confused cutie.

“You’re going to hold my hands as you standup. If you’re careful, I’ll read you a book.” Finding something little Ashtonand big Ashton could both enjoy was harder than I’d expected, but I’d found afew books where cute little animals went on adventures, and those seemed likegood places to start.

Ashton went still as the offer of a bookfinally hit him, then nodded as excitedly as he could as he pressed his lipstogether around the binkie. Watching him fight his yawns was almost as cute asthe yawns themselves, but I managed not to smile too much as we got him steadyon his feet.

He was beyond exhausted, but it felt likewe’d made a huge step in the right direction. As I wrapped him in his towel, Ihoped it would be enough to push us into some easier conversations and him intoa more relaxed headspace, but knowing Ashton I wasn’t going to hold my breath.

I was going to plan, though.

I was going to plan and plot and make a fewphone calls on my lunch break.

It was time to help my boy open his eyes abit.

Chapter 15

Ashton

“But…well…” I’d lost track of the questionbut that was probably because my twirly straw was fun to look at. “You usuallydon’t let me have more than one.”

Never more than two.

I wasn’t a lightweight but he liked rules.

But I wasn’t trying to use any heavymachinery…I didn’t even know where my glue gun was.

“Yes. Please.” I was smart and ignored thegremlins in the back of my head as I handed Micha my glass. “It’s fun to watchit come up through my straw.”

“I thought you’d like that.” Micha lookedso happy it was suspicious. “The red color makes it more fun too.”

He was really smart.

Yes. That was suspicious too.

Micha never thought that much aboutalcohol, mostly because it took so much to affect him, he didn’t bother withit. That was curious enough to make my brain try to work, but it needed help,so I took several more long sips of my drink while I worked on getting my braincells in one place.

He tried talking to me about my work andhis work and the yard work, but it just didn’t stick around. I didn’t haveenough leftover brains to do that much multitasking. So I nodded and sucked andlet the three cells I could find whirl around.

“You’re being sneaky.”

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