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Sitting at the coloring table is… different.

After a few minutes and Gabe prodding me to choose the colors I want, I find myself relaxing into the rhythmic movement of my hand.

I haven't colored in a long time, not even with Owen.

He's more into playing with cars and trucks.

I don't know if this is what the regression side of it is supposed to feel like or not.

I glance up at Gabe every now and then. He's always smiling and when I do lock eyes with him, his hand travels to my back and rubs up and down. It's comforting.

Taylor, the one I met when Gabe and I walked in, walks up slowly with his hand in his Daddy's and asks if they can join.

Taylor is… adorable. He's wearing coveralls and has a paci clipped to his clothes.

His hair is a mess of curls, reminding me a bit of Owen when he first wakes up in the morning.

The thought of my own kid makes me sigh and I look back down at my lap.

I'm definitely not dressed for this room.

Gabe's finger is under my chin, and he tilts my head until I'm looking right at him.

"Justin, don't be rude, please. Is it okay if Tay-Tay sits with us? "

"Sorry." The word is out of my mouth immediately and although his words were completely calm and he's smiling, I don't like the feeling of doing something wrong or rude.

I'd rather be praised next time. That is, if this is something I do again after tonight.

I don't know how I feel about it. I turn to Taylor and his Daddy. "Yes, you can sit with us."

He plops down without hesitation and the older man joins him, sitting between Taylor and Gabe.

If I didn't understand the dynamic already, that they are both Daddies, I'd be jealous of how good they look next to each other.

I study the way Taylor and his Daddy interact for a long minute.

Edward, as he introduces himself, gives Taylor three choices in the coloring pages and then helps pick out the crayons he wants to use.

I avert my gaze to Gabe when the two of them share a quick peck of lips.

I can see Gabe studying me. I know the look. Usually, I enjoy that look from other men because it means I have a chance of getting laid, but his eyes hold an extra depth to them. "Sweetheart? Are you okay?"

Sweetheart .

My dick jumps at the sound of it. It's such an innocent name and I can't deny that I love it.

I lean into the side of his body, unable to express the swirling thoughts in my mind.

Am I okay? I'm enjoying myself, certainly, but this is all so…

different. I have a kid; I can't be into this kind of thing, can I?

His hand glides into my hair and scratches at my scalp.

It sends a shiver through my body but I don't pull back.

"It's just a lot," I mumble against his chest.

"Did I make him sad?" I hear Taylor's voice and finally look up. He's looking between Edward and Gabe. His eyes are wide, and I watch him reach for the paci.

"No." I say the word before either of the two can answer. "I'm just…really new to this. Like tonight is my first night ever experiencing being, um, Little. "

Taylor's eyes light up and he smiles at me. "Playing here is so much fun," he says. "It's safe and warm."

"And most importantly," Edward adds. He looks from Taylor to me.

He's very attractive, with his beard and soft eyes.

He has to be in his late forties or close to it, but he doesn't have the typical dad bod.

He has muscles and is showcasing them in the tight shirt across his chest. "It's a place with no judgement.

You can explore and see what you do and don't like.

There is nothing wrong with anything that feels right to you and your partner. "

"This is a lot to take in," Gabe whispers in my ear, "but you're doing great, sweetheart. We can stop whenever you want, or we can try another spot in the room. Tonight is all for you to explore."

I look up at him once again. His eyes are a beautiful brown, and his hair is pulled back in a bun. Parts of it are sticking out and I want to reach up to tuck them behind his ears. I'm so used to doing that to Owen. Instead, I turn to look around at the rest of the room.

The room seems popular, with more bodies than I can count from my spot.

There's a dress-up station, the video games, and the oversized rocking chair which is now empty.

I briefly wonder where the couple went since the last time I looked, the Little was practically asleep in his Daddy's lap.

It reminds me of the rocking chair I used to have and the thought of the gentle movements lulling me to sleep is appealing.

"Justin, would you like to try something else?" Gabe's voice brings me back to the spot we're sitting. I see his eyes glance toward the rocking chair and small bookshelf. "We can go read some books."

"I… Can we? I think I'd like to try that." It's a new thing, but out of everything else in Little Heaven, it doesn't require me to interact with other Littles or Middles. The longer I'm in here, observing and li stening to the conversations and giggles, the terms come easier to me.

Gabe stands and holds out his hand to help me up. He turns back to Taylor and Edward. "We'll see you both around, I'm sure. Have fun with the little stinker."

Taylor pokes his tongue out at Gabe and I hide a smile. He is adorable. I don't know if I would look that cute. Gabe waits a few steps to talk lowly to me, "Are you okay with all of this? If you want to go, we can go back to the dancefloor or even leave. I know this can be a lot at once."

"I'm okay," I squeeze his hand, realizing neither of us dropped them once I stood. "I feel a little overdressed though."

Gabe's hand lets go of mine and slides across the top of my butt. "I quite like the jeans you're wearing, Justin."

I nibble at my bottom lip the rest of the way across the room to the chairs and book corner.

There's only one other couple in this area.

The others seem to be playing in groups.

I recognize the couple as the Mommy wearing the suit and the girl with the bonnet from earlier on the dancefloor.

Gabe gives them a nod before directing me to pick out a book.

I watch him sit in one of the chairs. They're clearly fitted for two grown adults to sit on.

Gabe taps his thigh, a signal he's waiting for me.

I glance over the books. They're basic kid's books and some I even have at home.

I pick one at random, something about a dinosaur looking for new friends.

It seems fitting, actually. Gabe holds out his hand for the book and then opens his arms for me to sit on his lap.

I hesitate for a moment but he's patient.

It's strange sitting on a younger man's lap and I adjust my bottom a bit before I'm mostly comfortable.

My jeans aren't meant for cuddling like this and they dig a little bit into my lower stomach.

I shift once more and hear Gabe let out a low noise.

"Sweetheart, I'm going to need you to stop squirming in my lap or I'm going to have a mess to clean up." His tone tells me what his words don't.

"Oh, sorry. It's just… My jeans aren't very comfortable in this position."

"Do you want to get up?" His hand is back to brushing up and down my back.

It's been a while since I was with anyone, even longer since someone held me like this.

I don't want to leave just yet and shake my head in response.

Gabe seems to be thinking for a solution.

"Would it help if you unbuttoned your jeans?

The rules over on the wall say no silly business in the main room, but that should be okay. "

"Silly business?" I tilt my head in question.

He smiles and sets the book down on my lap.

It's perfectly balanced over where my shirt meets my jeans and I feel his hand snake underneath.

Within a second, the button on my jeans is popped open and he's bringing his hand back to rest on the book.

It's an immediate relief and I relax that much more.

"Thank you. That really helped. Also, how did you get so good at that? "

"Lots of practice," Gabe says with a playful wink.

I feel a giggle bubbling up from my chest, but I tamp it down.

Not right now.

"Let's read, shall we?"

I nod and settle my head against Gabe's chest. I hear a mix of his words and his heartbeat and before I know it, my eyes are getting heavy.

When I open them next, the book is gone and I'm moving back and forth. I'm still pressed against Gabe's body, being held by one arm while the other is stroking up and down my outer thigh. I sit up in Gabe's lap and open my mouth to apologize but he beats me to it.

"You were out pretty quick," he says with a soft smile.

His hand rubs up and down my arm soothingly before moving to cup my face.

His six-foot-one frame doesn't compare to my five-foot-seven, but sitting in his lap, I meet his eyes evenly. I noticed the size difference yesterday, of course, and felt small, but now it’s just comforting.

"I'm sorry," I apologize quickly. "I guess I was a little more tired than I thought. You make a great pillow."

Gabe smiles and this time we both share a quiet laugh. "I don't mind it, sweetheart. You weren't out but for a couple of minutes anyway. Is there anything else you want to do tonight?"

I shift to look at the rest of the room. When I do, I can feel the bulge in his pants. I pause and his hands go to my waist.

"I'm sor-"

"Don't apologize." His hands move to button up my jeans before he motions for me to stand. I watch Gabe subtly adjust himself and I'm aware of my own dick twitching. I also need to use the bathroom.

"Um, is there a bathroom in here?" I look around and the only doors I see are the main door and then the two that Gabe said were the changing rooms.