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"Justin?"

I tilt my head back and roll my eyes to look at Daddy sitting on the couch behind me.

I'm sitting on the floor, between his open knees, coloring.

We have a TV show on, but I haven't been paying enough attention to it for the last three episodes.

I want to make Daddy the perfect picture to take with him on the road.

"Yes, Daddy?" He smiles and, although his face is upside down for me, that expression is obvious, and I want to commit it to memory.

I've had so much fun with Daddy today. He came over for breakfast this morning with me and Owen, but then Owen went to his grandparents’ place, and we spent all of lunch and through dinner as Daddy and Boy.

It's been amazing.

"It's almost ten o'clock. Are you getting sleepy?"

I start getting a bit dizzy from the position and turn my body around to sit on my knees, my hands on his thighs.

I notice the way Daddy's eyes are slightly hooded, like he's getting sleepy himself.

He didn't eat a lot for dinner, and I know he had practice this morning.

Plus, he's going away for a game tomorrow. He needs to sleep as much as I do .

And, anyway, I'll never say no to cuddles with Daddy.

"I go potty first," I say without argument. Daddy Gabe smiles at me and leans forward to kiss me. It's a quick kiss and I wish I could make it longer, but I can get more kisses once we're asleep. Or in bed. Not asleep, because people can't kiss when they're asleep. Or can they?

"What is going on in that brain of yours?" Daddy pokes the side of my head playfully and I turn my face to try and bite his finger. He snorts and it makes me laugh.

"I was just thinking about getting more kisses once we're in bed," I say with a grin.

"I guess we should get moving then."

I'm on my feet in a second, pulling on Daddy's hand.

I'm wearing a green shirt with two penguins on it and a rainbow behind them.

When Daddy was dressing me, he had the matching shorts laid out on the bed, but I decided to go with just the training pants tonight.

I love the way they feel when I wear them.

Daddy surprised me with more pairs last weekend and this is the first chance I'm getting to wear them.

They are a matching green to my shirt around the edges and have different leaf shape designs on the front and back.

Being able to play around in just the shirt and training pants helped me slip right into Littlespace today.

I stop outside of the bathroom and turn to face Daddy.

He's wearing a pair of sweats that leave too much to my imagination and a white tee.

I can feel my cock gaining interest the longer we stand there and look at each other.

Then, for no reason, I start to giggle. I don't know what makes me start, but Daddy joins in and I can't stop.

I'm just really, really happy and I want to show Daddy that.

Show him how comfortable I am with everything we've been doing and also that I've been doing my own research .

"What has gotten into you tonight, baby?

" Daddy puts his hands on my hips, which stills me, but doesn't stop the growing inside my pants.

I can feel myself coming out of Little space slowly, but I'm still incredibly happy and confident with what I'm about to ask.

I want to give myself a few minutes to get the words right, though, so I stand up on my tiptoes and give him a kiss before walking into the bathroom.

As I use the bathroom, watching from the corner of my eye as Gabe fixes his stare on my every movement, I think about how to phrase what I want to say.

My thoughts circle back to our first conversation about it, when Gabe answered all of my questions and we looked up information online together.

Then I consider the things I found when I did my own research, looking further into some of the aspects of regression that interested me.

One in particular is playing on my mind. Wetting. I'm not into the idea of diapers, but I like it when Daddy helps me go potty, and the thought of him cleaning me up is raising interest in more than just my brain.

"Okay, Justin, I think you've washed your hands long enough. I can tell when you're stalling. What’s going on?"

I smile and, by his tone of voice, I know he can tell I'm out of my Little headspace. He returns the smile and we face each other, both leaning against the sink. "Can we discuss doing a scene together?"

"A scene? Is what we're doing too much for you?

" His tone isn't judging or worried, just questioning.

He's also so understanding that it makes me extra sure about what I want. I would never feel this comfortable and safe with anyone else to ask this. Or, at least, I can’t imagine feeling this way with anyone else .

"I love what we're doing," I say matter-of-factly. "I mean discussing a specific scene, something that I don't know if I'll enjoy, but I've been thinking about it, and I'd like to try it at least once."

"Okay," Gabe takes my hand, his expression open and encouraging. "What is it?"

"I'd like to try a scene where I have an accident," I start. "I like it when you help me use the bathroom, and I've been thinking about what it would be like to have you clean me up. If that's something you'd be interested in."

"Do you mean like an accident in your underwear?" He asks without missing a beat. "I don't mind cleaning you up if you pee and make a mess, but my red light is poop."

How is this not an awkward conversation? I feel completely at ease with Gabe while we discuss this. I've never had a relationship, even with Owen's mom, where we were this comfortable and close with each other. I smile and nod.

"That would be a red light for me too. I can definitely do that part on my own." We both laugh at the joke and I'm aware that we're slowly moving closer to each other. "But what do you think?"

"I think it would be special to experience that with you," Gabe answers earnestly. I can see excitement hidden behind his eyes. "Do you have anything specific in mind?"

"Not really." I shrug. "I figured once we talked about it, I'd just let it happen naturally?"

"It takes a lot for your brain to let your bladder let go like that," Gabe says. "We'll plan a day where I make sure that you drink plenty of water and we have a good couple of hours on our own, okay?"

"Okay. "

I'm not sure who closes the rest of the distance, but soon Daddy is kissing me again and I part my lips easily to give him the lead.

Our tongues tangle in a frenzy of want and my hands find their way to Gabe's long hair.

It's almost always pulled back into a man bun, which I find insanely attractive, but on rare nights like this, he leaves it loose around his shoulders.

His hands wrap around my back and pull me against him in a quick motion. His lips swallow my moan as my erection is trapped against the soft padding of the training pants.

I need all our clothes off now.

"Gabe." I whisper his name on an exhale and lock eyes with him. The lust in his eyes reflects how I'm feeling.

"What do you need, Justin?"

I smile. He’s always pulling out that low, sexy Daddy voice. It’s like he knows exactly what it does to me.

"I need you to fuck me," I say confidently. His eyebrows raise, either in surprise or at my tone. "Please?"

"I'm going to let the naughty word slide just once," he says, raising a finger between us.

That same finger falls back to my waist and dips just inside the pants I'm wearing.

My whole body shivers at the simple contact.

"Because I want to fuck you so much, baby.

Get in the bedroom. I'll be right there. "

I waste no time and hear Gabe snicker behind me. I save even more time by stripping out of my shirt before he comes in.

When he does come in, he's also shirtless, all smooth golden skin and lean muscle. I want to get on my knees and pull down his pants. He holds up a hand and stops me from doing just that, though. "Take off your pants and lay on the bed, okay?"

Despite wanting to worship him, I nod and do as he asks.

I wrap my hand around my shaft and stroke up, letting my jaw go slack at the feeling.

Gabe slips out of his sweats, revealing the thin briefs underneath which definitely leave nothing to the imagination.

I swear I can see the veins in his cock with how pressed against the fabric it is.

"Are you sure?" he asks, hesitating for only a second before climbing onto the bed and straddling my waist when I give him a single nod.

"Um—" I do hesitate for just a second and Gabe stops moving altogether.

I continue before he can ask what's on my mind.

We've spoken about this before, but I still want to ask.

I want to be his good boy. "Can I have permission to cuss while we're having sex?

Because I will probably forget in the moment either way. "

Gabe's laugh fills the room, and he leans forward, covering my body with his. "Permission granted, baby. Thank you for asking first. You're such a good boy."

"I love when you call me that." I tangle my hands back in his hair and pull him down to seal our lips together.

Gabe's hands roam my body as we kiss and kiss some more. I can feel my dick leaking, trapped between our bodies. When I'm sure I can't take it anymore, I move my hands to his briefs and tug on them, a hint to get things moving.

"You're impatient, you know that?" Gabe whispers the words against my mouth, but he still shimmies out of the last bit of clothing.

"Not my fault when you are perfect in every sense of the word."

He's holding himself braced on his hands above me now, our legs tangled. My eyes trace down his body. Broad shoulders, wide pecs, abs for days, the deep V that leads right to his groin and the glorious cock I've had in my mouth more times than I can count on both hands .

Fuck, he's the epitome of eye-candy for anyone .