He turned his head and she could feel his breath on her cheek. It was warm. Rhythmic. It was Daddy’s breath, and it felt precious. Like he was sharing it with her.
Her thoughts slowed and eventually moved back toward adulthood. This time it was more like floating down a river. She knew where she was going, and she would get there.
Chapter 12
Dustin
Having Lena in his lap, resting on his shoulder and completely dependent on him, was an amazing feeling. He was still kind of in awe of the whole evening and how perfectly everything had come together.
There was something about Lena and the comic books that had just stuck with him, and when he’d wandered into an age play site that described middles, it had just seemed to fit. Tonight showed that he’d been gloriously correct.
He wasn’t sure how much of the draw for him was age play on its own and how much was just wanting to give Lena everything that she needed. He liked the idea of taking control of her in any way that she would allow it, and loved the idea that this might suit both his needs and hers.
But watching her enthusiasm and her joy, combined with that brattiness and adorably transparent manipulation that was asking for a no as much as a yes--it just hit him somewhere in his chest. This was right.
Hey, Lena greeted him.
He tucked the piece of hair that had escaped her ponytail behind her ear. How are you doing?
She shook out her arms and legs roughly, then wriggling her back upward from the base of her spine to her head. It was a completely unselfconscious gesture, and he adored it.
That was… intense.
It was, he agreed. I didn’t expect it to be so intense.
It seems dumb. I literally read a book for an hour and put on some lipstick.
It was technically true. But for Dustin, that hour had been deeply relaxing and even more satisfying than he’d expected. While she’d read, he’d tuned all of his senses into her and reflected on what she might need. In the moment, he just wanted her to know that he was there.
He’d also thought through how she might respond afterward. He had pretty much expected her to make light of it, so he wasn’t surprised now.
You read a book and put on some lipstick, but the way that you shared that with me was something special.
Lena huffed. It wasn’t the gesture she’d used before, though. In fact, it was…
Are you Landon or Lena now?
Landon’s eyes widened and Dustin didn’t actually need to see the name for confirmation. Landon’s body language was a little bit blockier, less controlled in his arms and a bit stiffer in his neck, even when he was lounging. He wondered also if Landon felt more protected when he identified as male. More mysteries to discover.
Do you want me to go change? Landon asked. He looked a little nervous and quickly took the ponytail down from the top of his head. He was still wearing the tight dress which offered a tantalizing view of his legs.
It was a little incongruous, like squinting at a hidden picture, but Dustin could ignore all of that for now.
Dustin could only imagine how difficult it was to not only emerge from age regression, but to also flip genders. His job, though, was to make sure that Landon felt safe and accepted. Only change if you need it to feel comfortable. I personally like you right where you are. Your clothes help tell your story, but they’re not all of you.
Landon looked relieved, but still a little uncomfortable. Thanks.
Anyway, he added with a smirk, if you want to continue, I’d rather that your clothes end up on the floor.
He’d mostly said it as a joke, but he liked the spark in Landon’s eyes. Honestly, he couldn’t think of a thing about Landon that didn’t turn him on.
Do you want to talk about that scene?
Landon shook his head slowly and seductively. No… I was thinking of something else. The practiced flirt was back.
Dustin wondered if it was going to be difficult to keep track of Landon at different ages and genders. But the gender transitions were clear, and he got the sense that the age regression might be something that Landon just slipped in and out of. This was the first time they’d labeled it, but it wasn’t too different from how they played and flirted with each other the rest of the time.
He probably should have been more confused, and he’d definitely need to sort through a lot of this later. In the moment, though, it was easy to follow Landon’s lead.
You have a one-track mind, he teased. But he let Landon see his desire. After sharing something so profound, he wanted nothing more than to be close to Landon. To consume him.
He’d be more than happy to make out on the couch, too, though. Or just hold him in bed.
Landon, though, looked like he wanted something different.
Dustin debated whether he should force Landon to talk more before they continued, but he also didn’t want to disrupt their beautiful evening or undermine Landon’s confidence. The trick with Landon was mostly to communicate with bodies and actions, and let him share when he was ready. Even if he was diving into sex as an avoidance technique, they could have fun tonight and talk tomorrow.
What were you thinking of? Still something on the lighter side?
I think so. Landon grew a bit more serious, showing more of his confidence and experience as he considered options. Actually, do you want to try something new?
Something new after all that? Presumably something new to him, not to Landon.
He’d just been thinking about rolling around in the bed. At most pinning Landon’s wrists with his hands. But he liked the idea of discovering what Landon’s favorites were and what he’d want at a time like this. If it extended the time that he got to take care of Landon, he was in.
I could try something new. What is it?
Well, I guess it could go a few ways. But anything that has me wrapped up tightly. Are you more interested in Shibari or sensory deprivation?
Oh, fuck. Dustin actually groaned out loud. His cock, which had already been pleasantly aroused, got uncomfortably tight in his pants. The idea of having Landon completely helpless for him, relaxing in a web of ropes... And sensory deprivation? He didn’t even know what that looked like, but he imagined it was another step up from there.
So that’s a yes? Landon asked eagerly.
He wished it could be. That’s me saying that it sounds hot as fuck, but I don’t know what to do and I won’t do anything that might put you in danger or prevent me from seeing your safewords.
We can leave my hands free and visible with either one. This can get much more intense with masks and things, but I just want to feel constrained.
It was fascinating to Dustin that Landon was so uncomfortable opening up about his personal life and acknowledging their age play scene, but seemed completely unfazed by asking for bondage. He wondered if bondage seemed more impersonal or familiar.
He knew that, for himself, he wouldn’t be able to see it as anything but intimate and beautiful. Something they were sharing together. And knowing that Landon so clearly needed to be restrained right now added a deeper level of possession and need.
Which one’s easier for a newbie to not mess up?
Landon tilted his head, considering, then pulled out his encyclopedic knowledge of kink. It could go so many ways. Shibari as an artform takes years to master, but there are less fancy ways to use ropes. It still takes some time to learn the knots, though, and where to put them safely. I have a few Velcro cuffs, but they won’t get us very far on their own. Saran wrap is probably easiest, since we’re not covering my hands and we’ll keep it far away from my face. The very worst that can happen is that I get sweaty and dehydrated, but I’ll drink some water first.
Sorry, what? Saran wrap? He couldn’t be serious.
Yeah. When you watch porn everybody has these fancy toys, but in real life kinksters do a lot of improvising. And Saran wrap is a classic.
So I just… wrap you in Saran wrap? It was a completely different situation with d
ifferent toys, but Dustin thought back to that porn video he loved. The one with the milk crates and the duct tape and the IKEA stool. The one where you could see they were in love.
He knew that he and Landon weren’t there yet, but, silly as it was, this made him feel like they could get there.
Yep. As long as my fingers and toes are still pink, you’re OK. And when you’re done, you cut it off with safety scissors.
Anything else?
Well… you could leave a few gaps open to touch my skin.
So I mostly wrap you up and then just touch a few areas?
Yeah. It’s… amazing. Landon’s eyes went dreamy. Everything else floats away until your body doesn’t even exist. It’s… it’s not even peaceful because you’re just completely gone. Then, if there’s a tiny little touch it’s magnified by a thousand. Like an explosion.
Oh, God. Dustin wanted to put that look in Landon’s eyes.
When they got to the bedroom, Landon scurried around efficiently. He stripped the blanket off the bed, put down an extra sheet, and produced three new boxes of Saran wrap from his closet. He added a handkerchief that could be tied as a blindfold and a pair of cheap foam ear plugs. On the side, he set out safety scissors, hand wipes, and a towel. He turned off the overhead light and turned on the soft lamp by his bed. He also chugged a glass of water and went to the bathroom.
Dustin felt weird, just standing there unable to help. It reminded him how much these were still lessons, even though it felt like their relationship was becoming more.
It was a little bit funny, though, watching Landon get ready for his own immobilization. He wondered if the sub in that video had helped set up the tripod or the stool.
OK, ready. Landon launched himself onto the bed and lay on his back, limbs spread like a starfish.
It wasn’t quite the level of trust that Landon had shown during the scene earlier, but it also wasn’t that trained seduction that they’d started with. Landon was gradually letting more of himself through.
Dustin opened the first package of Saran wrap and… OK. It did feel a bit weird. He didn’t even have this stuff in his kitchen because he used glass containers for his leftovers.
But the way that Landon needed it…
He bent to kiss Landon’s ankle. He wanted this to be beautiful. Special. He wanted to kiss every inch of his golden skin, and then wrap the kisses in with the plastic.
He traveled up Landon’s calf, taking his time, watching Landon shiver. When he reached his knee, he pulled back to start the roll.
It only took a few moments to discover the trick of it, just rolling the tube around Landon’s leg without pulling it out in advance unless he was changing the angle.
He kissed his way up the sole of Landon’s foot, making him jerk away and bend his knee. Dustin held him in place. He already planned to immobilize his other knee before kissing his other foot.
Slowly, with tender kisses, he wrapped the first leg. Every time he looked up, Landon was either smiling peacefully or shivering as he kissed a particularly sensitive spot.
The whole process was sexy as fuck, but it was also meditative in a way.
He cut the end of the first piece of cellophane, and then took a moment to lick and nuzzle at Landon’s needy cock before switching to the other thigh.
He started kissing the top of his quads, then lifted Landon’s leg over his shoulder to kiss along his thigh. It was exhilarating how easily Landon moved in his hands, completely pliant. He began wrapping that leg, using a few layers at each point before moving on.
When he eventually reached Landon’s foot, he kissed him gently and felt a thrill as Landon tried to pull back but couldn’t. He scratched along his sole with the scruff of his cheek until Landon was shrieking, but he still didn’t move his hands from where they rested on the bed.
His eyes flew open, though, looking frantically at him, and Dustin realized he hadn’t put on the blindfold.
He sealed in his final kisses with the cellophane and then checked Landon’s toes. Still pink.
He came to stand by Landon’s head. What’s your color?
Green. A very enthusiastic green.
He held up the blindfold. Are you ready for this? Once he put on the blindfold, they wouldn’t be able to communicate. Though, he assumed that the same was true for hearing people who might put something over their ears. This was a lot of trust.
Landon nodded, his eyes hazy and blissful.
If I sign color like this… He tapped the pads of his fingers on Landon’s chin, wiggling them up and down, then I want you to give me a color. OK?
Landon nodded again, and Dustin felt a little better now that he’d figured it out.
He folded up the handkerchief into neat diagonal rows and then fit it over Landon’s eyes with the knot to the side. He felt protective and aroused, knowing that Landon had given this control over to him.
He added the ear plugs, first twisting them and then allowing them to expand. He didn’t insert them too far, assuming that Landon’s residual hearing was limited anyway, and this would just ensure a more evenly quiet experience.
He brushed a kiss to Landon’s lips, then deepened it. God, he was hungry for him. But it would be even better extending their pleasure, so he went back to his task.
Now he was confronted with Landon’s torso, which he couldn’t quite figure out. He considered skipping it and just doing his arms. But he also knew that when people used weighted blankets they usually focused on the chest. He wanted to give Landon the full experience.
He kissed Landon’s belly while he planned, then started wrapping around his hips and belly, leaving his cock exposed. It was a bit awkward, but he just turned Landon’s pliant body onto one side, passed the tube down his back, and then tilted his whole body the other way.
Fortunately, he didn’t want to go up any higher because he wanted Landon’s ribs clear. Three passes was enough.
He kissed his way up Landon’s ribs and then slowly wrapped each arm. He took his time appreciating each muscle and tendon, the shape of his bones under his skin, until everything was covered from his shoulders to his wrists.
It was simple, but beautiful, seeing his shimmery, immobilized starfish all laid out for him.
At some point, Landon’s breath had slowed and evened out. Dustin placed one palm over his chest to feel it. His heart rate was slow, and that gave Dustin a certain type of pride, too.
He was tempted to ask for a color, but he got the sense that it would rip Landon out of wherever he was floating. His face looked calm. His fingers and toes were pink. This was just where Dustin would need to trust himself to read the signs.
He pulled his hand back and Landon let out a soft sigh.
Now it was time to play. He waited a few beats, wanting Landon to sink into the nothing feeling before he touched him again.
Then, he ran one fingernail lightly down the side of Landon’s ribs. Landon moaned. A beautiful, broken moan.
Fuck. That responsiveness was intoxicating. He’d given blowjobs to people who hadn’t reacted that strongly.
He pinched a nipple and Landon howled. God he was gorgeous, his breath rapid and desperate now.
Dustin pulled back, waiting for him to quiet. When he did, Dustin scratched deeply into that place just above his ribs, and Landon screamed.
Dustin actually put a hand to his own cock, afraid that he might come just from watching Landon’s responses.
He didn’t know how long he continued like that, weaving an unpredictable path between Landon’s cock, sides, and nipples and pausing in between so that each touch was a fresh revelation.
At last, though, Landon’s breath had sped up into a constant pattern of low moans, and Dustin didn’t think he could wait any more either.
Kneeling between Landon’s legs, he jerked himself off. When he came, it was explosive, like his whole body and soul were set free. He planted his fists on the bed, breathing heavily, as he let the effects shake through him.
The sight of his hot cum dripping down Landon’s shaft was almost enough to make him hard again. He was breathing right over it, and Landon was making sweet, frantic mewling noises.
Using his own cum as a lubricant, he started stroking Landon, then added his mouth at the tip.
It took only a moment before Landon was spilling onto his tongue. Broken cries poured from Landon’s lips and the sound was glorious.
He just held Landon’s soft cock for a moment, feeling close and connected.
He still needed to get him out of all this, though, and he wasn’t sure what the best way was to go about it.
He decided to start with the blindfold. Landon blinked up at him, even his eyes moving slowly as he floated back up from wherever he’d been. He looked utterly relaxed and very happy.
That gave Dustin a lot of clues for the next part. He worked slowly, cutting through the cellophane a bit at a time, listening for Landon’s sighs as each new area was exposed. When a whole arm or leg was done, he massaged along it and moved Landon’s limbs to fold at the joints.
He wadded up the enormous ball of plastic to throw away, and then freshened Landon up with the disposable wipes. In addition to the cum, he’d gotten a little sweaty, and Dustin didn’t want him falling asleep that way.
Landon seemed to float through it all, sighing softly sometimes, but otherwise just letting all of the sensations wash over to him. Probably, Dustin thought, this was subspace or something near it.
At last, he crawled into bed, pulling Landon’s head onto his chest. Landon nuzzled into him, and eventually shifted a bit to swing one knee over his leg and hold him tighter.
Dustin stroked his hair until he drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 13
Landon
Something was touching Landon’s shoulder and he blinked open his eyes. His room was filled with light, so it was plenty late in the morning, but he just wanted to go back to sleep. He felt awful. Exhausted and cranky and indefinably sad.
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