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Sleeping without clothes has become our thing. At least, I think it has. It's only happened twice, but one more time and it's considered a habit, right? I wake still curled up next to my Daddy. My hand is laying on his hip, my wrist resting over top of his groin. I shift, lifting my hand to his chest and stretching my body out.

"Good morning, honey." I feel Daddy's deep voice rumble through his chest more than hear the words. I tilt my head back and smile at him.

"Morning," I reply. "What time is it?"

"Don't worry about that," he says. "We don't have anywhere to be at any particular time today."

"We're going shopping today!" I'm excited for the planned shopping trip today. I was hesitant at first, because as much as I've enjoyed the things that Garrett has done for me so far, I know he's spending a lot of money. Not to mention that the bunk beds— actual bunk beds that I've always dreamed of having— are supposed to be delivered today and put together. I know that Garrett has the money and he's not thinking twice about the things he buys. It makes it hard for me to wrap my head around, when I'm counting pennies to make sure I can afford to keep the lights on in my apartment.

I don't know what it is about Garrett that has me opening up more than I ever have with anyone. Not since I moved out. We talked last night over a bottle of wine. We talked until three in the morning, about life and how we both felt with the way things were progressing. It was a check-in of sorts, I guess. A needed one.

I opened up with him, giving him more about living on my own for the last several years. I don't know if it was the wine or just me finally feeling like I had someone that wasn't going to leave me, but I told him about everything. How it was growing up, how I was never given the chance to just be a kid. The way my parents would yell at me, like it was my fault when teachers or someone asked to have a meeting. I never regretted my siblings or wished they weren't around. It was after my second glass of wine that I told him about my fears that I’ll go to the bus stop one morning and they won’t be there anymore. He listened, offering a soothing hand or comforting words when he could tell I needed it most. Telling someone all my feelings and not having them thrown back in my face was validating.

Garrett took me to bed after that and held me close while I cried. I cried about everything, how for the first time in my nearly twenty-three years that I feel safe. All the worries about my younger siblings, how they're going to turn out and how I miss them. I cried about how I've been barely surviving, moving from place to place, never having anything I can call my own. I'm pretty sure, toward the end, that I cried about how I shouldn't let Garrett know all of that.

I fell asleep to Garrett reassuring me against every one of my fears.

I am a great big brother.

I did what I needed to do for myself.

I deserve to be spoiled.

I'm sure that Garrett said something while I was lost in thought, but he brings me back to the present with a searing kiss. His weight is on top of me and it grounds me. Another way that he's the perfect Daddy for me. His beard brushes against my bare skin and I close my eyes, savoring the moment. I decided over the week to shave my beard. It was growing a bit thicker than I like it and I had just enough to buy a beard trimmer.

"Honey." Garrett whispers against my lips. I can feel his breath against my skin as he moves down to kiss my neck, then my shoulder, my chest. The blanket is pushed off the bed and there's a bark that stops both of us from moving forward. I let out a small giggle when Riley's head pops up over the edge and stares at us. "Nope. Can't do it. Can't fuck with my dog watching."

I laugh out loud at this. Garrett moves to stand up and Riley trots happily behind him. When they are out of sight, I head into the bathroom. I didn't take a shower after work last night and I'm not about to have sex with Garrett without cleaning up a bit. If that’s what his plan is. He did just say the magic F word.

I'm coming out of the bathroom when Garrett walks back into the room. I smile when he wraps his arms around me, spinning me in a full circle. "Where were we?" he asks as he drops me onto the bed.

I watch as he opens the bedside drawer and drops a condom and the bottle of lube on the mattress beside me. Garrett grabs my legs and situates himself between them, the back of my thighs settled around his hips. He leans forward, pushing my legs closer to my chest. I can feel his cock against my ass. A shiver runs through me, excitement at what we're doing.

His lips start the same trail they did earlier, but this time we aren't interrupted by an adorable pup. One of my hands goes to my own hair, the other rests against Garrett's head. His skin is warm. Garrett takes a deep breath against my skin, kissing, nipping, licking, until I'm squirming under his every touch. His hands have me locked in place, though.

"Hand me the lube, baby." He sits back up on his knees and wraps his hands around both of our cocks. I fumble with the small bottle when he pumps his fist. I watch as the head of his cock disappears with each upstroke. I don't know what my fascination is with his dick, but it's there and I don't fight it. Garrett's laugh directs my eyes to his. "You're obsessed, Orion."

"Stop judging me," I say with a smile. "It’s fun to watch."

"Oh my god." He laughs and flips the lid of the lube open. He shifts his hips, making my own move slightly. I watch him again wrap his hand around both of us. The glide is much easier and he starts moving with each stroke, giving extra friction as he jerks us off together.

My back arches off the bed as Garrett runs his finger over my slit. "That feels good."

"What about this?" Garrett asks. His fingers trail to my balls, taint, and his middle finger circles my hole. I spread my legs on instinct, pulling them closer to my chest.

"Yes, please."

His fingers disappear and I open my eyes to look at him. "Yes, please, what?"

"Please, Daddy."

He adds more lube to his fingers and shifts his body so he's laying next to me. I'm laying on my right side, with my leg hooked over his arm. We're face to face, only inches apart, when his finger presses against my hole again. It stings for just a second, but I relax into the feeling. I know that Garrett, Daddy, is going to make me feel good.

I watch Garrett's face. His eyes are trained on me, his lips slightly parted. I know I look about the same. "Can you take another one for me, baby?"

"Yes." I breathe the word out. Garrett takes my mouth, his tongue dancing around mine and swallowing the moans that rise as he adds a second finger. Our bodies are moving together, like a well timed dance we rehearsed over and over. Not like it's the first time we've gone this far.

Garrett breaks the kiss and I open my eyes. He moves, pulling his fingers from my ass, and reaches for the condom. I watch him roll it on and then he's grabbing my legs and lifting them onto his shoulders. I love that he's maneuvering me around, taking the guessing out of his next move. Or mine.

"Are you ready?" I nod my head and brace myself for his cock.

He goes slow, pressing in only an inch and stopping. I remind myself to breathe and Garrett has his hands running up and down my legs. He thrusts his hips again, going another inch or two. I gasp, the head of Garrett's cock hitting my prostate and lighting my body up. The pleasure comes in waves and I'm no longer focusing on the stretch.

When he sinks all the way in, I feel like I'm going to be split in two. His cock is perfect. I don't consider myself a size queen, but fuck if I haven't been with a guy this big before. A man. My Daddy.

"Honey, fuck, you are perfect." Garrett pulls his hips back and pushes back in smoothly. The sensation is incredible, I can't articulate the words for it. My throat decides to make the noises for me, moans and grunts as Garrett starts moving earnestly.

His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he slams into me over and over. I can feel my body shifting on the bed, moving bit by bit. Garrett leans forward and seals our lips together.

"Oh, fuck!" I can't stop myself from shouting the words, turning my face so I'm not screaming into his face. "Shit, yes, please."

I hear Garrett grunt out something about language, but I can’t help it. Not when those are the only words that adequately describe how I’m feeling.

I move my hands so I'm holding my legs out while Garrett continues to fuck me. I can feel my whole body, every muscle I have, vibrating with the building pleasure. I'm babbling, not too sure what I'm actually saying. Garrett lets out a grunt with each thrust. He changes the rhythm, just as I'm about to get used to it. It keeps my body on edge.

Without warning, Garrett pulls out and changes our position. He rolls me so I'm on my left side and lays behind me. His left arm snakes under me and presses against my chest, holding me flush against him. His other hand travels down my thigh and lifts my leg. In under ten seconds, he's thrusting back into me. I move one hand to wrap around my cock, the added sensation pushing my body and mind into overdrive.

"Yes, Daddy. Yes, yes." I can feel Garrett's breath ghosting over the back of my neck with each exhale. I quicken my strokes, feeling that growing ball of pleasure. "I'm going to come."

"Do it, honey. Come for Daddy." He turns his thrusts from fast and rough to calculated. I swear he's pulling almost all the way out and thrusting in until he can’t physically go farther. I can feel my body tensing and I know this orgasm is going to be mind blowing.

Garrett's hand knocks mine away and he takes over stroking my cock. I don't know what to do with my hands, so one goes behind me and holds on to Garrett's hip. The other I settle over Garrett's hand still on my chest. When I do come, it's just like I thought.

My whole body tenses the moment before and then it's nothing but pleasure. It starts at the base of my spine and travels down my legs. My heart is pounding in my ears and I'm pretty sure I lose all control of my limbs for a few seconds.

Garrett grunts and stills his hips as he comes into the condom. We stay like that, connected in the most intimate way, for a minute at least. His lips kiss the back of my neck and then he's pulling out of me. I roll onto my back and let out a deep breath. He discards the condom, in what I'm hoping is a waste basket on his side of the bed.

He comes back to the middle and pulls me into him so we're face to face again. I'm a sticky mess and I'm more than certain there's a wet spot behind me that he is intentionally helping me avoid.

"That was… Something." I smile at him. His arms wrap around me, holding me close. His lips kiss all over my face until I'm giggling with happiness.

"You are something," he whispers. "Something amazing and wonderful." He lays his head back on the pillow and we look at each other. I'm still on a high from that orgasm and I don't know how long it's going to last. Garrett lifts his hand and brushes my hair back. "I hope you know that I'm going to do everything to make you happy."

Those words make me smile, but I want to say and do so much more. I just can't bring my brain to tell my lips or limbs to cooperate. I can feel my eyes start to water. Garrett moves closer and kisses my cheeks, then my lips.

"Let's get cleaned up and we'll go out for breakfast and then shopping."

"This is where we're shopping?" I look up at the unsuspecting store we're parked in front of. It's set on the same street as the club. The outside resembles a boutique of sorts, but the front windows are covered completely with a one way window cling, type thing. The one where you can see out, but passerbys can't see in.

"It's bigger on the inside," Garrett says. He looks amazing in the gray knit sweater and dark jeans. I'm wearing a pair of washed out jeans and a long sleeve shirt. It's one of Garrett's because I apparently didn't pack appropriately for the weekend. I got a lecture on dressing warmly while he pulled the shirt over my head and also made me put the hoodie on too. "You ready?"

"Yes." I smile and wait for my Daddy to come around and open the door. I'm getting used to riding around in his car, with the heated seats and all. He gives me his hand and laces our fingers together once I'm on the pavement. "Thank you, Daddy."

He kisses the side of my head. "You're welcome, honey. Let's go."

When I step into the shop, my eyes don't know where to look. It's a whole room dedicated to Littles. The wall to the left is filled with clothes hanging from pegs. There are different designs, patterns, and colors. The right wall is similar, but it's stuffies on shelves, going all the way up to the ceiling. I notice the ladders on either side so employees can reach what's needed. The floor is broken into sections. There are wooden shelves holding an assortment of items ranging from little Littles to Middles. It's heaven.

"Daddy, this place is amazing." I whisper the words, leaning into his side. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and smiles.

"Go ahead and look around. Pick out what you want or things you might be interested in. I'll grab a basket."

I look around, not sure where to start. I watch Daddy walk to where the register is and pick up two baskets. He knows me well. I'll try to keep it to one basket, but I'm also not going to think too much about how much everything costs. We had that discussion last night.

I turn back to the store, overwhelmed in the best way. I start with the floor displays. It looks like the further you go into the store, the more the things are geared toward an older age regression. My eyes drift over the things closest to me. I'm drawn to the softer items. I walk over to the foam blocks and look at the different ones. There are some with animals, numbers, shapes, or princes and princesses. I pick up the ones with the princes on them. They're cartoon versions, not from actual movies.

A hand moves into my vision and takes the set of blocks from my hand. I look up to see Daddy putting them in the first basket. "Did you want any others?"

I look at the others. They're not as cool. I shake my head and we move on. There are so many toys. I know we have some at his house already, but when I see the paint section, I might go a little wild.

"Oh, Daddy! Can we get these?" I briefly look at him before reaching for the finger paints in bright colors and the paint brushes. I have bottles of blue, pink, yellow, and red in my arms before Daddy's laughing and I turn to look at him. "Is this too much?"

"Not at all, honey. Get some of the canvases and the paint brushes as well. We can turn the space upstairs by the window into a painting station for you."

It doesn't take long before the first basket is full. Daddy lets me know he's going to set it by the register and be right back. I nod and move to the other side of the tiered stand. There are stickers and other crafts on this side. I like the stickers; they're of different animals, also in cartoon style. And they're outlined in a shiny silver that catches the light. I hold on to them and move to the next shelves.

The toys and crafts are done and this one holds pacifiers on the top shelf, bottles and other sippy cups on the second, and then bowls and plates. Each set is themed differently and I can't decide what I want. Daddy comes back and stands with me, not saying anything.

"I don't know," I say, looking up at him. "I can't decide."

"You don't have to get any right now, or if you want Daddy to choose, I can do that too." He doesn't sound annoyed or like he's rushing me. He smiles and I nod.

"Can you choose, Daddy?"

"Of course, baby." He looks over the choices and finally picks up a bowl and plate from the innermost part of the shelf that has sea turtles on it. I didn't see that one and I clap with excitement. "I take it you like it?"

"I love it, Daddy."

I get more into the shopping. Well, the picking of things I want. I go from shelf to shelf, looking and deciding. I pick out another blanket, this way I have one for upstairs and another for downstairs. Or maybe I could take one to my apartment with me, if Daddy is okay with that.

I'm enjoying myself so much that when we turn to go through the next shelf, I hesitate. It's filled with packs of training pants and diapers, creams, and powders. I look at Daddy, but he doesn't give me anything in his expression. I turn my eyes back to it and look at the options. There are different sizes but each size seems to have the same patterns. There are some with dinosaurs, which would match the onesie Daddy put me in yesterday. Then there are zig-zag lines of rainbow colors on another pack. The last ones are pretty flowers.

"Baby, if you want to try them, you can." I look at Daddy sheepishly. I thought about them, about diapers. When I'm in my Little space and Daddy is giving me a bottle, I thought about how nice it would be to not have to worry about something like that. I could fully let go in all the senses and be okay. I wouldn't be making that kind of mess.

I pick out the dinosaur ones and hold them up to Daddy. He puts them in the basket and then grabs a bottle of cream and powder each. He nudges me to the wall filled with stuffies. I got two of them when we did the online shopping, but Daddy assures me I can get more if I want.

We have to get an employee to climb the ladder and grab the sloth and giraffe.

The clothes are the last thing we look at. I'm not interested in any of the things in the back of the store. It's things like Tonka trucks and pretend play sets; costumes to dress up like knights or cops with all the accessories. I look at the clothes, overwhelmed once again at all the choices. Daddy hands me the giraffe back and I cuddle it to my chest as I look at the rows.

"Can Daddy pick out a few outfits?" The words are whispered and I nod quickly. Even though he picks them out, he hands them to me to feel and give the final choice. They all feel like they're made from the softest cotton and I can't wait to wear them.

By the time we get to the register to pay, the second basket is overflowing with items. Daddy asks me to stand by the door, far enough away that I can't see the total price. I know he's doing that for a reason and I appreciate it. Everything is in discreet bags and I carry one to the car.

I sneak Mister Giffy, the giraffe I've already named, out of the bag and hold him while Daddy buckles me in.