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I wait in the bedroom for Brandt. I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, twirling my thumbs.

I take my phone out of my pocket and read the text from Amir.

He's home here and there this summer and we're planning on hanging out soon. He has a job in the college town, though, so it's hard to coordinate our schedules. It hasn’t stopped me from telling him most of the details about Brandt. Amir knows Brandt and loved the fact he thought the two of us were dating at one point. I wouldn’t put it past him to have changed my contact name to some sort of joke.

Amir

Have fun tonight. Get lucky. You deserve it.

I shake my head, send him a gif of a guy giving the middle finger, and turn my phone off. Brandt said he would make sure the alarm is set so I don’t have to worry about it. I'd rather texts and calls not be part of our time together tonight.

Movement catches my attention and I look up to see Brandt standing in the doorway.

He smiles before stepping into the room and shutting the door, effectively keeping Fluff out.

I feel nerves start to build and I'm at a loss for words.

I've only had one Daddy, for a brief time. We did a few scenes at his house, but it was mostly with the group or at the club. We never could rent a room at the club either due to me being under twenty-one, which is something I know he wished we could do. Looking back now, I know that we weren’t right for each other.

"Do you want me to help you get dressed or do you want to do it on your own?" Brandt asks. He takes another step closer to me. He's still got about two feet of distance between us, waiting for me to give him a yes or no. After a second of deliberating, I nod. "Okay. Let's see what you brought."

I don't move from the bed as he pulls the bag to the edge and unzips it.

My stuffie, an otter, is my favorite. It doesn't have a lot of stuffing in the body which makes it perfect for snuggling against my chest at night.

He sets it to the side and reaches in for the next thing.

It's a pair of green pajamas. A short sleeve shirt and pair of shorts that hit mid-thigh for me.

They are the softest cotton and have dinosaurs all over them.

"These are cute, Ty." Brandt looks over at me with a true smile on his face. It helps me relax a bit. I watch him pull out the other small things I brought over. It's a few toys and a pair of training pants, also with dinosaurs. "Do you want to wear these tonight?"

"Are you okay with that?" I ask, looking up at him. He moves to take my hands in his and locks eyes with me.

"I've been looking forward to it, actually." His eyes never leave mine and he squeezes my hands. "Do you have a safeword if anything becomes too much?"

"I just use the traffic light system," I say. "Do you have a specific one?"

"It used to be Piglet. It's a long story, don't ask." He moves back to the duffel bag and moves it to the floor so just the stuffie and clothes are on the bed. "But we can do the traffic system."

Brandt gives me a moment to change my mind before he reaches for the hem of my shirt and directs me to lift my arms. He tosses my shirt into the open duffel and grabs the pajamas.

He pulls the shirt down my body, his fingers brushing against my chest. I do have a thin layer of chest hair.

It's not thick and is focused mostly across my pecs, but I like it.

Brandt has chest hair as well. I saw it the last time we shared the bed together.

"Stand up, Ty. Let me get your pants off.

" My dick immediately reacts when he sinks to his knees to undo my pants and pull them down.

He pulls my boxers with them. He smirks when my dick twitches with interest. Not that I'm expecting anything to happen sexually between us, but I'm hopeful that if tonight goes well, we can do something more.

I balance my hands on his shoulders while I step into the training pants. They're padded and soft against my growing erection. At least it hides it a bit, I think as he grabs the shorts and helps me into those as well. When he stands back up, he gives me a soft smile before reaching for my otter.

"Here you go. You hang tight while… I get changed." I didn't miss the hesitation in his voice and I know why.

"Can I call you Daddy tonight?" I ask, only a little worried about what the answer will be.

He drops his shirt to the floor and his smile widens. "Of course you can, Ty. You can call me whatever you want to."

I stand there and watch him get dressed in a pair of sweats and a slightly large tee. I admire the muscles and abs with his golden skin. He's gorgeous and I'm jealous. My own skin is fair, not tan but not pasty white. Definitely lighter than his, though.

"Alright, baby." He opens the door back up and we head back to the living room. I know we don't have a lot of time before I'll have to go to bed, but I plan on making the most of it. "What would you like to do first? We can play with the toys you brought or I can read a book?"

"Can we play?" I ask. "I like books, but they make me sleepy and I wanna play with you, Daddy."

Saying the word out loud sends a shiver of excitement through me and I can see the way it affects him too. "Let's get to playing then," he says. "I'll go grab your toys and we can also play with Fluff."

"Fluff!" I look around the apartment for him.

I can hear Brandt, Daddy, chuckling behind me.

I find the orange tabby in the kitchen, licking at his paws by an empty food bowl.

I move slowly because I don't want him to scratch me again like last time, even if the band aids are cool. "Do you want to come play with me?"

He looks at me and lets out a small meow when I pick him up, but doesn't make any other noises so I walk with him into the living room. Brandt is already there, laying the toys on the coffee table.

"Okay, first rule for the night." He stands up and points a finger at the two of us. His tone is playful and I can't help but feel a giggle rising. "You two can play all you want, but when it comes to bedtime, I'm the one you're cuddling up next to."

"Yes, Daddy." I let Fluff down onto the couch and sit on the floor beside the table. I brought my action figures tonight and a few blocks. Brandt sits next to me, our knees touching. "Wanna play Rescue?"

"What's that?" he asks. I divide the action figures. I get the prince and horse while Daddy gets the one dressed like a soldier and the one with a long, black cape. I'm getting used to thinking of him as my Daddy and it makes me smile.

"We make up a story about needing to rescue the prince, but one of them is the bad guy."

"So who is the bad guy?" he asks. He holds both of them up.

"Umm, that one." I point to the one with the cape. "Because he can fly and bad guys always fly."

"Do I get to choose who wins?" he asks. I see him look between both options.

"Yes, but the prince also gets to choose who he wants to go with."

Daddy nods and we start playing. It takes him a few minutes to get into the story, but soon enough my horse is galloping around and the two others are fighting each other.

Daddy makes the sound effects of them hitting each other and the soldier one falling off the edge of the table.

I shriek and move the prince to save him.

Daddy stops his hand halfway down to the floor and I position the prince's arm so he can reach out for the soldier.

"Whew, I'm glad you saved me, Ty." Daddy uses a deep voice that makes me laugh. "Does this mean that you choose to be with me?" His voice changes again and he holds the cape guy closer. "Wait, but I just pushed you off the cliff! I win the prince's heart."

Daddy looks at me with wide eyes. I crack up laughing and he joins me. It takes us several moments to calm down. "Do I have to choose, Daddy? Can I choose both of them? They both fighted so good."

"Hmm." He looks at the prince in my hand and the two in his. The horse is standing off to the side. "I guess we can allow that."

I clap happily and then mush my prince against the two and Daddy starts making kissy noises. I'm laughing again until Daddy pulls them away and pushes the coffee table away so we have more room. "Question."

"Answer," I say back in the same tone with a smirk. Daddy rolls his eyes but lays his hands on my thighs.

"Can Daddy kiss his Prince?"

"Umm." I tap a finger against my chin and look up toward the ceiling. I can feel Daddy's fingers dancing against my bare skin and it tickles a bit. "Gotta catch me first!"

I turn and start crawling away from him. I'm clumsy though and immediately fall to my tummy. Daddy doesn't waste a moment and crawls over top of me, trapping me between his hands and knees. I turn my head to try and look at him. I can only see half of his face in this position.

"That was easy," he says with a wide smile. "Now, can Daddy kiss you?"

I roll onto my back and pull Daddy down until our lips meet.

He tastes minty fresh and I realize he probably brushed his teeth before coming into the bedroom.

I part my lips, tilting my head slightly to allow him all the access he could want.

His tongue slides against mine slowly, exploring my mouth like I do his.

I feel a low moan rising up my throat and let it out shamelessly. When Brandt pulls back, we're both breathing heavily. "That was some kiss, my Prince."

My Prince.

Something about those two words sends butterflies through my entire body. I love it and hope he'll use it again. "Do you like that nickname, Ty? Do you want to be Daddy's Prince?"

"Yes, please." I nod quickly. Daddy kisses me once more before he pulls back and sits back down. I right my clothes and sit criss cross in front of him. "I be the best Prince."

"Do you want to play another round of Rescue? We have a few minutes before we need to brush our teeth and get ready for bed."