by R. Phoenix
I might not have known how I felt on a conscious level, but my body apparently loved it.
I picked up my panties, considering putting them over the diapers to hide it, but they would be too small to fit over the puffy diaper.
I inhaled deeply. I didn’t know if my jeans would fit over it either. They were tight even with panties on. Which meant I would be stuck with a onesie if I wanted to keep it on, or…
I gathered my clothes so I could toss them in the dirty clothes hamper, then I went to Carter’s closet and picked out one of his shirts. It would be big enough on me to hide the diaper, to give me a chance to get used to it without having to see it. Having to feel it was enough.
It was… odd, and it put me into a place that only the bottle really had. I couldn’t explain it even to myself, but after the anxiety of what I’d done wore off, I felt more peaceful. I went to the living room and curled up on the couch, antsy but not knowing what to do, and I ended up putting the TV on.
Instead of finding one of my usual Discovery channel shows, I found cartoons and lay on the couch, pulling a blanket over me. When I was still for a while, Creamsicle perched on the arm of the couch opposite my head, and I watched him as he stared me down.
“You can come sit with me if you want,” I told the cat.
His tail flicked, but he didn’t move.
“Or you can stay there,” I said, shrugging. The motion startled him, and he edged back a little. “Sorry! Sorry.” I couldn’t wait until he got used to being here, when I might be able to move freely without disturbing him.
I rested back on the couch, trying to let my thoughts focus on the cartoons instead of the fact that I was wearing a diaper while I waited for Carter to come home.
By the time he got home from class, I was dozing, half-asleep and with the diaper completely forgotten about. I smiled as I sat up, only for the tell-tale sound of the diaper crinkling to give me away and reminding me instantly of what I’d done earlier.
I froze, a blush high on my cheeks as I looked right up at him.
Creamsicle had fled back under the couch, so it was only me and him.
“Hi,” I said flimsily. “Can I have a kiss?”
Chapter Eight
Carter
I looked at Micah, who raised himself up on his elbows to get a kiss. For him to wear one of my t-shirts was unusual. He preferred more form-fitting clothes, and, when he was at home, mostly more feminine ones, or his onesies.
But before I could say anything, I heard a strange sound I couldn’t quite identify.
"Daddy, kiss?" Micah's voice was sweet and tired, but still, it carried a certain excitement. Something was different, but hell if I knew what exactly it was.
I leaned down to brush his lips with mine, drawing him to me as I greeted him properly. When I released him, I asked, "Hey, baby. How was your evening?"
Micah blushed.
Okay, that was odd.
"Have you been my naughty boy?" I wouldn't be that surprised after our sexting earlier, but I didn't expect him to actually touch himself. He knew I would take care of him, right?
Micah shook his head, then he nodded.
"You might have to decide, baby." Was he trying to get himself a spanking? That might be an explanation, especially after our talk earlier. I'd hoped we could at least talk about the diapers today, but if my baby wanted a spanking, he'd get one.
I seriously needed to figure out who was running this relationship.
As I looked at my sweet boy's face, though, I knew. He was. I was his Daddy and I made the decisions, but in the end, he ran our relationship. And I was fine with it.
"I didn't do anything… naughty… I think." He paused, so I sat down next to him.
“What did you do, baby?” I tried to keep my voice stern, even though I wanted nothing more than to bury myself in his tight ass and fuck him until he couldn’t walk anymore. I’d been half-hard all evening, and while I’d tried my best to keep my mind on work, I’d failed, sometimes miserably. All I could think about was his lean body, his perfect, well-rounded ass, and the thought of a diaper covering it.
I hid my groan. My cock perked already up. It was high time to get my baby to bed and get him beneath me
Micah buried his head against my shoulder, mumbling something. I heard the strange sound again, but I still couldn’t really place it. He was covered by a blanket, which might be the reason.
“Baby, this is not gonna work. Now tell your Daddy what you did so we can figure out how to punish you. Do you need a spanking?”
Micah shook his head again, but he refused to tell me.
I cupped his cheek, gently lifting his face. “Boy, you’re going to have to talk, you know that?”
Micah’s eyes met mine, and I saw a lot of the insecurity we’d dealt with already. I thought that was behind us, but apparently, something had happened to bring it all back up. Had the diaper talk triggered him?
I pressed my lips to his, trying to show him how much I loved him. Micah immediately opened up for me, letting me take over the kiss. Whatever was bothering him, at least it didn’t affect his lust.
I caressed his chest over my old, well-worn t-shirt, then slipped lower — and froze.
I drew back, staring at him. I knew what I was feeling. I’d encountered it enough times in my life. But not with Micah. “Fuck. You— I—” I closed my mouth.
Micah hid his face again. “I was curious and tried them and then I wanted to wait for you and—”
I cupped his cheek again, kissing him until we couldn’t breathe. My cock pressed against my zipper, ready to blow whenever I just heard the sound of the diaper crinkling. My heart pounded so hard I was afraid I’d pass out, and my love for Micah filled me until I couldn’t think of anything else.
He was so brave.
“You did this… all alone? You wanted to… try?” I paused then kissed him again. By now, we were lying on the couch with him below me. “You could have let me help you, baby. I would have done it for you, for us.”
Micah shook his head. “I wasn’t sure I could do it, to be honest. I wanted to look at them, just to see how it would feel. You got me so hot today, and I thought I could get used to at least… touching them, and then I figured I could try them on, and if I hated it, you wouldn’t have to be disappointed and—”
I shut him up with a kiss. “If you’d have hated them, we simply would have stopped. You know I think it’s hot, and I think you’ll find it hot too, but if it would’ve stayed a fantasy, I would have been okay with it too. I love you, baby. Everything else is just a bonus.”
“I-I wanted— I still just wanted to make you happy.”
“You do. Very, very much.” I pulled away the blanket so I could see all of him. The diaper was patterned pink, with little princesses on it. Beneath it, his cock strained to make room, but it was covered and only tented the front obscenely. God, I could come on the spot. My breath hitched, and I just looked at him, all spread out before me.
“I can’t even find the right words, Micah. You’re so perfect.” I meant it. Every word.
“I’m still feeling strange,” he whispered, anxiety making his voice tremble a little.
“Why don’t we move this to the bedroom? I’ll get you a bottle, and then I’ll help you not feel that strange anymore?” The bottle was another leap, if we combined it with the diaper, but I’d mentioned it in the sexting and he hadn’t balked, so it might work to put him into the right headspace. We both probably needed something to cool us down and give us a few minutes to get ourselves under control. Because right now, I would come as soon as I removed my t-shirt.
Judging by his flushed skin and his fast breathing, Micah wasn’t doing much better. He’d been wearing the diaper for a while, so he probably was even more aroused, even if it felt strange. His hard-on was impossible to hide… not that I wanted him to try to conceal it.
Micah nodded. “I think that’s a good idea… Can you let Snowflake in, please?”
I nodded, then pulled him into a sitting position. “Sure, baby. Just go up and sit on the bed and wait for me. I’ll be right up.”
Micah kissed me, a shy, brief little kiss, and I squeezed him lightly before letting him go. I watched him go up the stairs, my eyes on his ass and my cock all too aware of what that long shirt hid from view.
I went to the back door, letting Snowflake inside. He made a beeline upstairs, but he was going to be disappointed if he thought he was going to get to curl up in bed with Micah.
Micah and I had things to do that didn’t involve a dog in the bed watching us.
I headed to the kitchen, and I was surprised to find that my hands were trembling a little as I poured the milk into the bottle. It sloshed over the edge a little, and I grabbed a paper towel before wiping it up. I paused, then grabbed the chocolate syrup from the fridge, drizzling some inside before putting the lid on the bottle and shaking it.
I had to calm down. I hadn’t realized how much I’d been looking forward to this until now. Of course, I’d have been fine if Micah hadn’t ever wanted to use the diapers, but the fact that he was wearing one right now had me so close to the edge already. With him letting me take care of him in full, I felt so damn good.
When I went upstairs, I called for Snowflake, but the big dog must’ve known he was going to be thrown out of the room, because he didn’t come to me.
No wonder. When I walked in, I saw Micah leaning against the headboard, scratching behind the white furball’s ears. I cleared my throat, and Micah jumped before sheepishly shooing Snowflake off the bed.
I shook my head. “He can stay on the floor for now, but he’s getting kicked out before the main event.”
Micah’s breath caught, his eyes darkening with desire, and he nodded to me.
I joined him in the bed, pulling him against me, then I held the bottle to his lips. “Let’s relax for a little bit before I jump you.”
“You say that like jumping me right now would be a bad thing,” Micah replied, but he started to suck on the nipple.
“I don’t want to come in under a minute,” I said dryly.
He smiled around the bottle, but we were both quiet as I held him there. Slowly, I began to regain control of myself, urging my cock to behave as some of the heat drained from me. It would be back the moment I touched that diaper again, but for now, at least, there was a reprieve.
For a long time, we were quiet, and his eyes were closed as he drank. I knew he wasn’t asleep, but he didn’t move.
Finally, when the bottle was empty, I set it to the side before gathering him up in my arms and kissing him sweetly. “I’m so proud of you, baby boy,” I told him, smoothing hair from his face.
“Proud?” Micah asked, tilting his head to the side.
“You faced something that scared you. You didn’t have to do it alone, and I hope you’ll let me be there the next time you do something that scares you, but I’m proud of you for trying it. How does it feel?”
He considered for a moment, a tiny, thoughtful frown on his lips. “I don’t know,” he confessed. “It’s different, very different. I don’t feel like… me, not exactly. I feel like I have more freedom, somehow. Everything sort of… drifts away, is less important even, and there’s just me and you. It’s nice.”
With his finals approaching, I could see how he’d find it especially welcome right now. He’d been stressed, even though — thankfully — he didn’t express his concerns like Sean did. I was just happy the diapers helped to relieve stress instead of adding more.
I slid my hand down his body, resting it on his lower belly instead of touching the diaper. “Good. I want you to have this safe space, baby, where you don’t have to worry about anything. I’m glad the diapers help.”
He nodded. “I didn’t expect it,” he confessed. “But then, I didn’t think the paci or the sippy cups or the onesies would help either, and now I sort of rely on them. Just like I rely on you.”
I couldn’t help it. I shifted him in my arms so I could kiss him, a sweet, long kiss that continued until we had to break away to breathe. “Do you want to rest for a little while?”
Micah shook his head. “We have more fun things to do than rest.”
I laughed, and my hand traveled down to rest just over the diaper. Feeling the fabric under my fingers and palm brought a surge of memories through me, but they didn’t hurt like they used to. It was a reminder of good times, and it meant more good times were ahead of me.
“Come sit in my lap,” I said, settling back and coaxing him atop me. Hearing the diaper crinkle as he moved, feeling the puffiness against my groin, had me moaning already. I wished I’d undressed so I could feel it against my cock, but that could come later.
I kissed him over and over again, drawn to his lips like they were addictive — and they were, just like he was.
Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I tugged at the shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his slim form and the fact that he wore nothing but the diaper. He’d trusted me enough to try it, and that was more arousing than anything else.
My hands drifted to his lower back then further down, cupping his ass. Then he was the one to pull at my shirt.
“Daddy, off,” he whimpered, trailing kisses down my neck. “I need to see you.”
I yanked my shirt up and over my head, tossing it carelessly aside. His hands explored my chest, and he licked down over my collarbone before nipping it lightly. I moaned. I couldn’t take it anymore. I picked him up and set him down next to me on the bed then fumbled with my pants, unfastening them and throwing them and my boxers onto our shirts in a heap.
Micah’s lips were around my cock before I could blink, and I moaned as I stared down at him. He was lying there on his stomach, his diapered ass in the air, as he sucked me into his mouth. “Micah…!”
He looked up at me, and I could tell he was smiling around my cock. It didn’t stop him from sucking and licking, dragging his tongue along the underside of my shaft as he played with me.
My breaths started to come hard and fast, and I buried my fingers in his hair. It wasn’t long before I was on the edge, and I tugged lightly on his hair to urge him back. “I’m going to come if you don’t stop that.”
He drew back, releasing my cock with a loud, obscene sound that went right to my groin. “That’s sort of the point, Daddy,” he told me, his eyes sparkling with mischief and the confidence that had started to be a part of my Micah whenever he was sure in what he was doing.
I chuckled, but it was a breathless sound. “I want to come inside of you, baby boy.”
“Ohh.” He rose up onto his knees, looking at me for a long moment with utter adoration in his gaze. In that moment, I could see just how much he cherished me. Not that I didn’t already know, but it was different right then. His trust was a beautiful thing, and I would never, ever betray it.
“Come here, Micah,” I told him, my voice hoarse.
He came to me without hesitation, crawling up over me and getting back into my lap. My cock jumped as the diaper brushed against it, and I moaned again before sliding my hand inside of it.
I grabbed for the lube on the bedside table then urged him to sit up so I could press a slicked-up finger against his hole.
He moaned, rocking against my finger, and I slowly slid it inside of him. I took my time with him, just like I always did, but by the time the second finger was pressing into him, he was begging me for more.
“Daddy! Daddy, I need you. Please, I’m good, I need you now,” he babbled, his eyes glazed with lust as he looked at me.
How could I resist that?
I tugged at the tabs of the diapers, pulling it off him and sending it to the pile of clothes on the floor. I quickly lubed up my cock, and he carefully sank down until he was astride me.
Micah’s eyes fluttered closed, and a moan drifted from his lips.
This was maybe the second time he’d ever been on top of me, but I loved it. I loved letting him set the pace
, to ensure it was exactly what he wanted. From the sounds he was making, he loved it too.
I watched his face scrunch up in pleasure as he rocked against me, lifting his ass then pushing back down. Over and over, he took me inside of him and almost out again before pressing back down.
“Need you on me, Daddy,” he finally panted, looking at me again.
“Of course, baby. Anything you want.” I quickly rolled us over, my cock finding his ass again and sliding back in with ease. I made love to him, slow and sweet, my eyes on his face. “You’re so beautiful,” I marveled aloud.
His cheeks turned an even deeper shade of pink, but he smiled at me. “Thank you.”
The fact that he’d accepted a compliment without arguing with me was a sign of just how far he’d come, and I was so proud of him. It only made it better as I grasped his cock with my hand, making him gasp and writhe beneath me, and I picked up the pace.
“I want you to come for me,” I panted, gazing down at him.
“Keep… keep doing that, and I will,” he told me, just as breathless. He bit his bottom lip, and it wasn’t long before he threw his head back with a cry of pleasure. His cock spurted onto my hand, messy and warm, and I took him more quickly, more deeply.
It didn’t take me long to finish inside of him, and I stared down at him with nothing but love in my eyes. “I love you.”
Micah smiled at me, though he looked a little dazed. “I love you too. So much.”
I took a deep breath, slowly letting it out. “Let me get us cleaned up, then we can go to sleep.” It was still relatively early, but he’d worn me out. He murmured his assent, and I got up, almost tripping over Snowflake — who I’d utterly forgotten in my need to take Micah.
He looked up at me with big, mournful eyes, like he didn’t understand why he’d been exiled from the bed. I shook my head, stepping around him to go to the bathroom and get a wet cloth. I rinsed my own hand off then went back to the bed to wipe Micah clean.