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LINCOLN

A squirt of ketchup hit the cardboard lid and spread in a puddle. “Do you think they’re too hot?” I waved a chicken tender as if cooling it before I dipped it in the red sea.

“Take a small bite, just in case.” He took a bite of his sandwich and immediately wiped a dot of sauce from the corner of his mouth. “I don’t want you to burn your tongue.”

“‘Kay.” I took another bite and felt some ketchup on my chin, but I didn’t wipe it. That wasn’t my responsibility at the moment. Also, it was a good test to see what Enzo did about it. “How’s yours?”

“So good.” He grinned and used his napkin to dab at my chin. “I forgot how much I liked these.”

The warm tenders and fries, Enzo’s kindness, and the possibilities that were ahead of us made me feel loose and happy as I continued to eat. Had I ever just sat with a Daddy and watched a cartoon? Maybe at the club, but never in my own space, where I felt completely safe and cared for.

By the time we finished with our late lunch, I was already thinking about asking Enzo to stay for a nap. My nap in the elevator was the best sleep I’d had in a long time, and if he let me fall asleep on his nipple again, that would be the cherry on top of a pretty amazing afternoon.

I took a long drag from the thermos and then capped it up, not wanting to risk spilling a single drop.

After licking the salt and grease from my fingers, I wiggled them toward Enzo. “All done!”

“Good boy.” He cleaned up our mess, gathering all the wrappers in the bag and taking it to the kitchen.

I burped, and my stomach gurgled, feeling heavy and floaty at the same time. “Thanks.”

Enzo gave me a wide grin and came back to my side. “What are we watching?”

“Beauty ’n Beast.” I rolled onto my side, then my back. It was the best way to move when I was full with a million pounds of lunch.

“Moving slower, huh?” Enzo pulled me up so my head was resting on his lap, and then he leaned back against the couch.

I wrapped my arm around his thigh like a pillow, and sighed as he combed his fingers through my hair. “So sloooooo…”

“Still wanna watch your movie or do you want a nap first?”

“Now.” The word spawned a yawn that I hoped Daddy didn’t see. I mean Enzo. He wasn’t Daddy. Yet. Maybe he never would be. “Pweeze.”

“Okay, sweet boy.” I felt the soft rumble in his chest as he grabbed the remote off the couch and pressed play.

The last thing I remembered was the touch of his fingers on my neck, and then I was asleep.

Enzo probably noticed I’d passed out, but he didn’t wake me up.

When I finally opened my eyes again, it was just in time to see Belle and the Beast in the ballroom. My favorite part.

He kept combing through my hair with his fingers, not saying anything about me missing part of the movie or that we’d be more comfortable in my bed. He just let me do what I needed and wanted to do.

I sighed and settled back in, nestling even closer to him just to get more of that warm and loved feeling. And yes, I knew love probably wasn’t what he felt for me, but I was already thinking it about him.

And then the pressure in my bladder hit me all of a sudden. One second, I was totally fine. The next, I really had to pee. Like, painfully bad. But I didn’t wanna get up. I was so comfy and the movie was getting to my favorite part. Besides, I could hold it for a long time.

As slowly as possible, I stealthy moved my hand from where it was resting on my knee down to my crotch so I could pinch the tip of my dick. It didn’t reduce the urge in my bladder or the discomfort I felt, but it gave me a sense of control. That, and bouncing. Bouncing made me feel like I could buy a little bit more time and maybe even make it to the end of the movie without Enzo noticing.

But my plan was quickly squashed because my pinching and squirming might not have been as stealthy as I thought. Enzo slid his hand from my hair to my hip and paused my bouncing as he hit pause. “Time for a potty break.”

“Nooo… It’s the best part!” My voice got whiny and urgent, like I could make him agree if I complained loud enough.

It didn’t matter that Enzo was already lifting me from our little nest and setting me on my feet. “The best part will be even better when your tummy isn’t hurting.”

My lower lip popped out, and I crossed my arms over my chest as we started walking toward the bathroom. “Fine.”

His hand went to my shoulder as he guided me forward. “Good boy.”

When we got there, Enzo didn’t say a word. He was patient as he stood right behind me, waiting for me to make the next move.

I looked at the toilet, then at him, and I just stood there too.

After a moment of silence, he took the hint that I wanted him to help me. “Would you like some help?” He stepped closer and reached for the zipper of my romper.

I nodded without saying anything else. My mindset was sinking deeper into my Little headspace and wanted to embrace it while I could. I’d never had someone in my home to take care of me like this, and I didn’t want to miss a single opportunity.

Enzo pulled my jammies down past my knees, not letting his gaze linger on my bare cock before he turned me toward the toilet and took hold of my shoulders again. “Go ahead.” This time, he wasn’t just trying to steady me. He was holding me in place to remind me he was there.

Instead of reaching for my dick to aim, I left my hands limp at my sides and whimpered as the pressure built even more. “Help.”

Enzo didn’t miss a beat as he placed one hand on my chest to pull me against his torso and used his other hand to hold my dick and aim it so I could go. My cheeks burned, but the relief was instant as I relaxed my whole body in his arms.

I peed until I was fully empty, and then he shook me off and pulled my romper back up. My brain was fuzzy, and it felt so good to not have to do things on my own. It felt good to have someone take care of me.

“Let’s wash our hands, bud.” Enzo turned on the faucet and moved my wrists under the flowing water. He soaped both of our hands together and rinsed us off like it was completely natural for him to help me wash up.

By the time he got me back to our little nest on the floor, I was ready to melt into him for the rest of the afternoon. He pulled me onto the floor and turned on the movie as I snuggled up into him, feeling small and loved. “You’re a good Daddy.”

He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. “You’re a good boy. Maybe I can be your Daddy and you can be my boy?”

I swallowed back emotion as I turned in his lap and nodded. “Can we?”

Enzo cupped my cheek and lifted me up so I was just an inch away from his mouth. “I’d love nothing more.”

And then he kissed me.

It was just a soft press of his lips to mine, but it woke up all the sleepy parts of me, and I scrambled up his body until I was straddling his hips and licking his mouth like it was as tasty as his nipples.