Page 7 of Rowan’s Renewal (DKAG Summer Shorts #6)

W hy.

It’s a loaded question with a loaded answer.

Honestly, I could have — should have — tried to raise the topic with more tact, but I’d felt my chance slipping away.

Since helping Rowan in the restaurant bathroom, the attraction I’d felt during our impromptu date had turned into some kind of attachment.

It’s hard for me to not get attached when I’m in Daddy mode.

It’s why the age play is a lifestyle thing for me, and why I don’t usually go for just scene play.

But, like most Daddies, I’m adaptive to the needs of my Boys.

I don’t need my Boys to regress super young, and if they do regress but aren’t into diapers, that’s also okay.

Like I told Rowan, it’s all about finding the balance that makes both partners happy.

And the thing that makes me most happy is taking care of my Boys in whatever capacity they need.

Though, I will be honest; it’s always a bonus to find a partner who is into diaper play, if not watersports. They’re not things I have to have in my relationships, but they add an extra level of enjoyment for me.

So having a hot as fuck man whose needs tick all my boxes practically land in my lap is something I honestly can’t just ignore. I had to shoot my shot.

But how do I succinctly explain all of that without sounding like a bit of a creeper?

I mean, the poor guy has gone through a lot today and I don’t want him to think I’m taking advantage while he’s vulnerable.

I also don’t want him to think that I’m only suggesting this because he’s convenient, because that’s not the case, either.

I really like Rowan. Aside from being gorgeous, he’s sweet and funny, and our date tonight (even if it wasn’t supposed to be one) was perfect. We never ran out of topics of conversation, and I still want to keep getting to know him. I genuinely think we could be good for each other.

In the end, I lay it all on the table. I explain that my love of helping people is what led me to a career as a doctor, but also what drives me as a Daddy.

There’s a wry twist to his lips as he takes it all in. The smirk under that salt and pepper stubble is like catnip to me. “So…my fucked-up issues appeal to you as both a Daddy and a…sub?”

“I prefer to say Boy instead of sub,” I answer the latter half of his question first, before shaking my head. “But you’re not fucked up, Rowan. For the record, I thought you were hot when I was checking you out at the concierge’s desk.”

“Yeah…now that makes your offer to share the room kinda’ creepy,” he teases.

I still take the bait. “I told you — I’m impulsive and I like to help people.”

“This whole ‘let me be your Daddy’ thing is definitely lining up with the impulsive thing, I’ll give you that.”

It’s a good sign that he’s being sassy, right? That he’s flirting instead of freaking out?

Holding my hands in surrender, I concede, “Guilty as charged. I didn’t mean to just word-vomit that out tonight. But the idea snuck into my head, and I wanted to put it out there. The room is still yours if you say no, by the way.”

“Can I think about it? Sleep on it, even? I’ve never let anyone even see the diapers before, let alone…y’know.”

“Change them?”

His cheeks are pink. God, he’s cute.

“Yeah. I…I don’t know…” Exhaling, he scrubs his hand over his face. “What other kinds of things would be involved in the kinky side? If I did agree to try it, I mean.”

“Whatever you’re comfortable with. It really could just be as simple as calling me Daddy when we make out or go to bed. No dress-ups, no toys or regression, none of that. And I wouldn’t change you without your explicit consent.”

“Right.” He cocks his head. “So, like…dating, but calling you Daddy during sexy times?” I nod. He bites his lip. “You mentioned watersports.”

“Again, it’s not something we have to do, but I don’t mind being the recipient of a golden shower,” I shrug. “And I get that that can be confronting, so you could also sit on my lap while wearing your incontinence pants and…let go.”

He inhales sharply and squirms, the pinkness of his cheeks now fiery red. “That’s…I mean, I can’t imagine why…”

I shrug again. I don’t mind explaining why I enjoy it.

It might help him while he mulls over his options.

“Everyone’s got these kinks for various reasons.

For me, it’s multifaceted. There’s obviously something kind of taboo about it, which gives it a bit of a thrill.

But it’s also super intimate. Both parties are being really vulnerable in those moments, but in different ways, and the trust required goes both ways, too.

Then there’s the pure physical enjoyment of the heat and wetness and the rush of being so free of rules and expectations…

Plus, like I said, there are guys like you who do it because it makes them feel more in control of losing that control, you know? ”

Biting his lip, Rowan seems to be really taking it all in. “And, in an ideal, um, Daddy/Boy arrangement, what would you really like to do together? If you had carte blanche and knew the, um, the Boy would be happy with all of it?”

“Well,” I muse, wanting to be completely honest, “like I said, my biggest things are helping my Boy and making sure he’s happy.

I guess in my previous relationships, that’s involved diaper play, some regression play, taking over all the stressful decisions for my Boys in their day-to-day lives outside of work… that kind of thing.”

“Okay,” his expression doesn’t give anything about his feelings on my answer away. But he definitely looks and sounds more guarded when he asks, “And sex? Are you a strict top?”

“I’m vers, actually. Very happily, too.”

“And if you had a Boy who doesn’t like bottoming? Would that be okay for a week? A year? However long you saw the relationship going?”

“Of course,” my answer doesn’t need any thought. “My College boyfriend was a strict side and that was one of the hottest relationships I’ve ever had.” I sigh. “We weren’t suited for each other for different reasons, and we split up amicably, by the way.”

“Good to know,” the words are back to light and playful, but then he stiffens and pushes back to his feet.

“Sorry, I...” he throws his thumb over his shoulder, and I wave him off.

“Go. Have your shower.” It’s on the tip of my tongue to offer to get him fresh clothes, but the ball is firmly in his court, and I won’t push this any more than I already have. “I’m going to head to bed and read.”

He checks his watch, then arches an eyebrow at me. “Read? You don’t want to go check out the club or anything?”

Shaking my head, I offer him a lopsided smile. “I’m not a huge partier. Plus, it’s been a long day” —longer for him, I’m aware— “so I’m just gonna wind down. If you need me, you know where to find me.”

He nods, then hustles into the bathroom.

I know I’ve given him a lot to think about.