Page 12 of Would You Hold It Against Me: An MMM Age Play Daddy Romance (Blue Collar Daddies in the City Book 6)
FINN
The pizza was delicious, and by the time we were all stuffed, the restaurant was beginning to get busy. Cayson had to tend to his customers, and I could see Dylan yawning into his shoulder more and more often.
I slipped my hand down to his lower back and gave a light scratch. “It’s probably time for us to head home, baby. You look tired.”
He took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah, I guess.” Dylan bit his lip and looked up at Cayson. “Thank you for inviting us today. I really enjoyed…everything.”
“Me too. Let me get these in the oven, and I’ll come around to walk you out.”
I rubbed Dylan’s back, loving the way he naturally leaned into me.
He rested his forehead on my shoulder and sighed. “So what happens now? I guess I just go home.”
Excellent question. “Yeah, probably a good idea. But if you’d like some company, we can watch a movie. Maybe bake up some of that cookie dough you brought home last night.”
Dylan pulled away and looked up at me with bright eyes. “I forgot I have cookie dough and… Pop-Tarts.”
“Yep, Pop-Tarts. What do you think?”
He nodded vigorously. “Yes, Sir Daddy. I’d like to watch a movie and bake cookies with you tonight.”
Cayson came around the counter and boxed him onto his stool again. “What’s all this talk about cookies? Did I not feed you enough?”
“Oh, you fed us a lot. Too much.” Dylan patted his tummy. “But that’s not gonna last all night. In a few hours, my tummy is gonna want some cookies. And maybe Pop-Tarts.”
“Fair enough.” He leaned forward and brushed a soft kiss over Dylan’s mouth.
I reached over to Cayson and held his forearm. “What time do you get out of here?”
He glanced at his watch. “I usually stay until 10, but…I could have the kids close up.”
I nodded and ran my finger around his thick bicep. “Yeah, if you can get out of here early and head over to Dylan’s, we can have some cookies waiting for you.” I turned to Dylan. “We can save Daddy some cookies, right?”
I could see his eyes light up at the use of that endearment. “Always.”
Cayson pulled Dylan up off the stool and wrapped his arms around him, kissing his neck and staring right at me. “All right then. Sounds like we have a cookie date.”
I pulled my wallet out of my pocket and opened it before Cayson basically growled in Dylan’s ear, narrowing his eyes at me. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
With a huff, I shook my head and put my wallet back in my pocket. “You and I are gonna have to figure out some ground rules too, Daddy.”
He just laughed. “Yeah, we’ll get to that stuff. But, for tonight…no rules. You guys get to know each other, and don’t worry about waiting for me.”
I raised an eyebrow, not sure how I felt about that.
Dylan leaned back and cocked his head, obviously having the same questions as me.
Cayson just cracked up at the way we must’ve been looking at him. “Geez, why the dramatic side-eyes? I’m just saying, feel free to get started without me.” He looked at Dylan and then me with a pointed stare. “Like we did last night.”
Good point. I nodded. “Yeah, well, don’t take too long.”
Cayson walked us all the way to my car and gave us both a solid kiss. Dylan was a little shaky when he finally pulled back and that only managed to make me harder.
On the way back to his place, Dylan was quiet. As the seconds ticked by, I was started to worry that maybe things were moving a little too fast for him.
When I walked him to his door, I hesitated in the doorway after he opened it up. “If you need a little bit more time to think about things, that’s okay, Dylan. Cayson and I don’t mean to rush you.” I ran my hand up and down his arm, loving the way he shivered under my touch. “I think we’re both just excited to get to know you better, so if we’re moving too fast…”
“No, not at all.” He took a deep breath and then locked his gaze with mine. “I just don’t wanna ruin anything. I have a tendency to do that.”
I furrowed my brow, making sure he was telling the truth. “I find that hard to believe. You’re too sweet.”
He shook his head and choked out a scoff. “The last guy I dated said I was too needy, and I totally was. I don’t want to be needy with you guys. I want to make this work.”
“It already is working, baby. We like you. If you think you might like us, then… We’ll see what happens from here. You don’t have to worry about being needy. We like you that way.” I winked to make sure he understood what I was saying.
“I do like you guys. A lot.”
“Good.” I took a step farther inside his apartment and then closed the door behind me. “So, what’s first?”
Dylan shrugged as he slipped his hands into his pockets. “We can watch a movie while we wait for Daddy. Um, Cayson.”
Oh, baby boy.I pulled him against my chest again, holding him right where I liked him but with enough slack that he could look up at me. “If you’re comfortable with calling him Daddy, I can promise that he is too.”
“I don’t want to scare him away. Or you, sir.”
I cupped his cheek and brushed my finger over his soft skin before leaning down and kissing him. I held there for a moment before lightly dragging my tongue over the seam of his lips until they opened up, inviting me in. As soon as my tongue touched his, all of Dylan’s inhibitions seemed to melt away, and he was almost crawling up me.
His arms snaked around my neck as he pressed himself against my body. Dylan was a good four inches shorter than my six feet, so with a slight bend of my knees, I lifted him up and held him against me.
As if on instinct, Dylan’s legs wrapped around my waist as his lips attacked me, tasting every inch he could reach as I took a few steps toward the back of his couch.
I set him on the edge while I continued to explore his mouth. Our lips and tongues danced together hungrily for several minutes until we were both breathless and ready for a break.
When I finally pulled back, Dylan whimpered, and his hands clenched the front of my shirt as if he didn’t want to let me escape.
Dylan glanced up at me and grinned. “I really, really liked that.”
His sweet face made me chuckle. “I did too, baby. But we should save some for Daddy.”
He nodded and bit the side of his lip. “I think I have enough for both of you.”
Fuck, yeah. That’s what I wanted to hear. I slid one hand around his hip and the other around his neck, slowly going in for a gentle kiss. Tender and soft. More controlled than my body was begging for. “Me too, baby. So much more than I ever thought possible.”
With just this slightest amount of encouragement, Dylan changed into the most adorable one-piece pajamas I’d ever seen. They had big buttons going down from his sternum to his crotch, which made them less childlike than I expected, but I could tell they helped him relax enough to begin regression, because as soon as he came out of his bedroom in the mint-green cotton that was cuffed at his ankles and his wrists, he skipped to the couch and practically bounced onto the cushion beside me. “Did you pick a movie, sir?”
I reached for the remote and held it out to him. “I like boring movies, so I figured you should pick first.”
“Okay.” He reached for the remote and began scrolling through his list of favorites. “Do you like Nemo?”
I vaguely remembered watching it several years ago, so I nodded. “Yeah, I don’t think I’ve seen the whole movie, but if you like it, I’m in.”
“Yay!” Dylan pushed the buttons to get it started. “It’s so good. It’s about a fish who gets separated from his daddy…and has to wait to get saved…” As he said the words, they seemed to hold some significance based on the night before.
I slipped my hand behind his hip and pulled him closer so his thigh was right up against mine. “Oh yeah? Does his daddy find him?”
Dylan gives me a small smile. “Yeah. It has a happy ending.”
I pressed a kiss to his temple. “Good. I like happy endings. Especially when daddies find their boys…”
He looked at me, with his lip between his teeth, seemingly debating on what to say next.
I just waited, giving him a moment to put his thoughts together.
Dylan cocked his head, deep in thought. “He probably would’ve been even happier if he had two daddies.”
“Maybe.” I grinned and tilted my head over his. “It might not be right for everybody, but maybe it’s right for you?”
Dylan nodded. “I think I need two.”
I chuckled and poked at his side in the place I knew was his ticklish spot. “Oh yeah? Are you a handful?”
He sighed and glanced at me. “That’s what I’ve been told. But you can tell me what you think.”
“So far, I think you’re perfect.”
Dylan pressed a kiss to my shoulder and then lay across my lap, curling in a ball as I rested my hand over his hip.
My palm cupped the outside of his ass cheek, and I couldn’t help noticing that his pajamas had a flap over his bottom that was attached by two big buttons at the top. There was a gap in the fabric that my fingertips found, just brushing the silky skin there as the movie began.