Page 37 of Soothe Me, Daddy
“Thanks, Ariel. I appreciate this.”
“You’re welcome, Isaac. You’ve been looking after him so well, let us take some of the burdens for now.”
Isaac didn’t mention that none of this was considered a burden as far as he was concerned, he wanted what was best for Henley, and he was still learning what that was. At this moment, Henley was unable to tell him what he wanted, so he had to go to another source.
He gave Ariel his address, and she promised to be there in an hour. It gave him enough time to get Henley cleaned and dressed in comfortable clothes.
He put a few snacks and another juice on a tray and took it to the sofa. When Henley was out, he’d sit down with him and feed him a few bites until his sisters arrived when he would order takeaway for them all.
The bathroom was overly warm when he returned, and he rolled up his sleeves before kneeling next to the bath.
“Hey, sweetheart. How are you feeling?”
“Like a limp noodle,” came the response, causing Isaac to chuckle and his tension to release a little. If Henley was making jokes, he was coming back to earth.
“Perfect. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He reached for a sponge and the body wash, soaping it up and rubbing it across every inch of skin he could reach. Sliding his arm behind Henley and lifting him forward so he could wash his back, Isaac understood what Henley meant about being so relaxed. He was a lot heavier than usual, but he managed.
After cleaning and rinsing his back, Isaac helped him sit back again and brushed the sponge down his stomach to his groin. The soft cock perked up a little, but Isaac purposefully avoided that area, for now. He lifted each of Henley’s legs then moved back up to his shaft. This time he grabbed Henley’s cock to clean all around and under it and his balls, sliding the sponge into his crack, as well.
By the time he was finished, Henley’s cock was happy to see him. Leaning back to check the clock through the open door, which was situated on the wall of the bedroom, he realised they had a bit of time.
Isaac grasped Henley’s cock in a tight fist, stroking up and down in slow movements. As he reached the head, he added a twist of his hand, like he’d seen Henley do previously, before retracing his path. Henley’s hips twitched in response to the stimulus, and his throaty moans were escalating. He increased his speed, and Henley’s hands reached up to grasp the handles on the side of the bath, gripping them tightly.
“Please, Daddy. I’m so close.” Henley’s head thrashed on the pillow as the water rippled around his body in time with Henley’s thrusts up into Isaac’s hand.
“Come, sweet boy. Come for me.”
Isaac watched the expressions crossing Henley’s face as the orgasm ripped through him. His mouth gaped open, and his back arched just before his climax hit, then his stomach contracted, and he curled in on himself as his cock released his come. Henley’s eyes were squeezed shut, his breathing laboured, and a flush coated his body. Beads of perspiration slid down his cheeks as his arms dropped into the bath, and his head rested back.
Complete and utter relaxation. Mission accomplished.
Isaac smiled at Henley and stood to grab a towel from the radiator. “Come on, sleepyhead. Time to get out.” Hooking the towel over his forearm, Isaac held out his hands for Henley’s, taking his weight and pulling him to stand when he grabbed on. Once he had stepped out of the bath, Isaac quickly towelled him off and wrapped the towel around his waist.
Linking their fingers together, Isaac dragged Henley to the bedroom and sat him on the end of the bed. Turning to the drawers, he contemplated the options. Henley had brought a few clothes to keep here over the last couple of weeks, so he had a change of clothes if he needed them, so at least Isaac didn’t have to find something of his own to fit him.
Choosing a tank, a fluffy jumper and some pyjama bottoms, Isaac pivoted back to Henley. He kneeled in front of him once more, gazing into his eyes.
“How do you feel, sweetheart?” he asked as he slid the pyjamas on, helping Henley to stand momentarily when he removed the towel and pulled up the trousers.
Henley sniffed as he sat. “Cared for.” He lifted his gaze to Isaac’s. “Loved,” he whispered.
Isaac smiled and cupped his cheek. “You are.”
Tears shimmered in Henley’s eyes, but a beautiful grin lit up his face. There was his boy. Henley was coming back to him.
Isaac helped Henley into the tank and jumper and watched as Henley snuggled himself into it. He made a mental note that the jumper was a comfort for Henley. He might need that information in the future.
“I’ve got some snacks ready. Come on.” Threading their fingers once more, Isaac led the way to the sofa, sitting and positioning Henley’s side to his chest, Henley’s back against the arm of the sofa. The tray was within reach, so he passed Henley the juice, encouraging him to drink it all, and picked up some grapes. One by one, he fed them to Henley, enjoying each time Henley took a piece from his hand and rested his head on Isaac’s shoulder as he chewed it.
Once the food and juice were gone, Isaac pushed the tray away and wrapped his arms fully around Henley. They stayed that way until the doorbell rang. Henley lifted his head, his forehead creased.
“Who’s that?”
Isaac smiled. “We won’t know unless we open the door.”
Henley chuckled and stood. Isaac helped steady him before shuffling in the direction of the door. He opened it with a flourish, beckoning everyone in when he saw Henley’s three sisters. “Welcome, ladies.”
“What are you girls doing here?” Henley gaped, a slow smile spreading across his face as he saw Ariel, Arianne and Becca.
