Page 24 of Matteo's Mettle
When he opens the door, my breath catches in my throat. He’s wearing business attire, which doesn’t surprise me given that he works for a Fortune 500 company (even though he’s adamant that as an electrical engineer he shouldn’t have to dress in such a corporate fashion), and it looks like it’s been tailored to his large, muscular frame, fitting him like a second skin. His hair is tamed with gel, and his beard, while still more beard than scruff, is trimmed neatly.
“Fuck me,” I say by way of greeting, and his grin turns predatory.
“I’m sure we can arrange that one day.”
Oh, fuck yes.I don’t know where this confidence has come from, but I love it almost as much as I love his usual shyness and vulnerability.
I step into his personal space and wrap my free arm around his back, reaching up behind his head to guide him towards me so our lips can finally become reacquainted. I drop my overnight bag at our feet as he deepens the kiss so I can use that arm to pull him flush against me. I don’t care that we’re making out like teenagers in the open doorway of his house. I couldn’t wait a second longer for this kiss.
When we finally part, both of us breathing heavily and readjusting ourselves with matching smirks, Matt steps aside and closes the door behind me. I leave my bag where it is, figuring I’ll grab it later, and follow him into the kitchen-dining-lounge area, which smells amazing and I tell him so.
“It’s just pulled pork,” he says, lifting the lid off a crockpot and stirring the mixture inside. “I’ve got some slaw and fresh burger buns. Figured it was nice and easy.”
“It sounds awesome,” I insist.
“It’s still got a little more to go,” he adds some extra seasoning and barbecue sauce to the mix and then puts the lid back on. He turns to smile at me. “Did you want a drink?”
“I’m good for now.” Now that it appears he’s not cooking, I close the space between us again, wrapping my arms around him. He sinks into my embrace and rests his head on my shoulder. “I’ve missed you.”
“Mmm,” he agrees, “me too.”
I can sense his exhaustion and, even though I know we need to talk, instinct drives me to say, “Let’s get you changed into something more comfortable. Okay, sweet boy?”
Instead of waiting for his response, I lead him by the hand to the spare room which contains all his little paraphernalia. There’s a dresser against the wall to my left, across from the bed, and I release Matt’s hand so I can rifle through it. I dig out a set of pjs covered in cartoon ducks, and then open another drawer to find training pants. My hand hovers over them for a moment before I shake my head and open the next drawer down.
Bingo.
Pulling a diaper from the packet, I turn to face Matt with my selection on display. The minute widening of his eyes is the only sign of his surprise. “Color?”
It takes him half a second to understand what I’m asking. “Green.” He cocks his head at me, then jerks his chin at the diaper. “Color?”
“Green.” I appreciate that he’s checking in with me, too. He knows this is new for me and, as confident as I like to pretend I am, we both know that it’s a big leap into Daddy play. I smile and wave towards the bed. “Let’s get you changed, huh?”
We move over to the bed and I drop the clothes I’ve chosen for him on top of the covers. He allows me to unbutton his shirt and tug it loose from his pants, helping to slip it off once I’ve pushed the sleeves back over his shoulders. His belt goes next, then I divest him of his pants and underwear.
“Let’s get the shirt on first, then you can climb up on the bed for me, yeah?”
As soon as I help him get the cotton t-shirt over his head, I can see the change in him. He’s not little, but he’s immediately more relaxed.
Landing a gentle love tap to his perfect bare ass, I direct him to lie back across the mattress and then reach for the diaper, unfolding it and turning it into the direction I need. “Butt up, baby,” I instruct, and he complies, creating a bridge with his body, his strong thigh muscles emphasized by this position. “You’re gorgeous,” I can’t help but tell him, delighting in the flush that creeps over his skin. I slide the diaper underneath him and, when I’m happy that it’s positioned where I need it, I get him to drop his ass back down, legs spread and bent at the knees. His cock is at half-mast, but this isn’t about sex right now, so I ignore it, even though my own fills at the sight.
Ignoring my arousal, I ask, “I know you’re not planning on using this,” I tap the open diaper, making it crinkle dully. It’s like a mixture of cotton and plastic, which makes sense to me, considering its purpose, “but do you want a barrier cream, or some powder? The whole changing experience?”
“Someone’s been reading up,” he teases, and I grin unabashedly.
“Damn straight.” We’ll talk about this soon, but I want to do everything right. So, yeah, I have been doing some research on the stuff I’ve got zero practical experience with.
Matt’s smile turns soft and understanding. He wriggles his hips. “Powder would be great. I don’t know if it actually helps, but I like to think it prevents chafing.” He gestures to the dresser. “Top right-hand drawer.”
I find the little bottle of baby powder exactly where he said it was and return to my task. Pulling the front up and closing the sticky, velcro-like tabs is a simple enough process, and it’s not long before I’m getting him to lift his hips again so I can tug his pajama bottoms up over his adorably padded butt.
“Better?” I ask, offering him both hands to pull him up from his reclined position.
He beams at me, the expression lighting up his face. “So much better. Thank you, Daddy.”
I can’t resist kissing him. I don’t think that urge is ever going to disappear.
Chapter Nine – Matteo
