Page 104 of A Little Bit Naughty

Izzy looked up at him, happy but without any sign of comprehension, not that he’d been expecting one. Remi was just talking so that Izzy could hear the sound of his voice.

He knew that his responsible, caring husband was in there, watching all of this from the background. But right now, Izzy was giving up all of his adult concerns and identities to Daddy—or Dada when he was a baby—and that was sweeter than anything.

“Mmmm… Let’s go find some toys for you.”

Remi wished to every god there was that he could carry Izzy right now, but he couldn’t do it, at least not without exacerbating his injury. Instead, he gently nudged him onto the fuzzy rug in front of him.

Izzy sank down, eyes gently following the sun beams through the stained glass windows.

Remi brought over the plastic arch with a few toys dangling down. They kept it in the closet more often than not, as Izzy was usually more interested in the climbing wall or the dinosaur village that now had its own low table, so it never had to be put fully away.

Remi loved all of Izzy’s ages, but this one was truly special. Izzy told him that sometimes when he regressed so young, words didn’t even make sense and everything felt magical, like a new discovery. It was just touch and comfort, a gentle desire for things that felt good.

He set the dangly toy over Izzy’s head so that he could watch the three soft, colorful animals, or bat at them if he wanted to. His gaze shifted to the purple zebra, watching it swing back and forth. Remi wound up the dial on the side, and a tinkling song began to play.

With that done, he crossed to the mini-fridge and microwave he’d added to the playroom last summer. If Izzy was going to be in infant space for a while, he wanted to get something more substantial into him and keep him hydrated. He mixed chocolate protein powder into some milk and popped it in the microwave.

While the microwave spun, he watched his baby boy. He seemed to have discovered his toes, though he couldn’t quite reach them every time. It was adorable watching him try.

The microwave dinged and Remi tested it with a sip. It wasn’t hot chocolate, but closer to body temperature where he wanted it. He poured it into a bottle, snagged a few pillows to help his back, and settled down on the floor next to his baby. He suspected they might be doing this quite a lot in the coming months.

“Dada’s got some dinner for you,” he cooed, pressing the nipple to Izzy’s lips. Izzy opened his lips and started sucking, gazing up at Remi with quiet adoration.

Remi felt like his face must have had almost the same expression. He adored his baby boy, whatever his age. He couldn’t get enough of watching him. There was something peaceful and so intimate about caring for him like this, being responsible for his very nourishment.

Izzy didn’t look away until the bottle was empty, and Remi lost himself in his stormy blue eyes. When he was sucking on air, Remi pulled out the nipple and tilted Izzy up to burp him with firm pats on the back. When he lowered him again, Izzy rubbed his hands across his own belly.

Was he feeling full? Thinking about the baby? Or just discovering the feel of his own skin?

Remi rubbed Izzy’s soft belly, too, thinking about the tiny spark of life inside. His baby, and his little baby. How much love he had for them both.

Izzy’s hands slipped down to his diaper, rubbing and exploring across the bright fabric of his cotton shorts with the crinkly layers beneath. “Ooohhh…” he gurgled happily.

Remi chuckled. “Did you find your diaper, sweet baby?” When Izzy was very young, his hands almost always ended up there eventually. “Is it wet?” He knew it wasn’t. Or at least if it was, that wasn’t why Izzy was touching it.

Izzy stroked over it again. “Aaaa… gaaa… ahhhh.” His eyes followed the pink and orange tiger that swung over his head.

“Should Dada check your diaper?”

“Jjjjjjjjjj… ahhh baaaa!” Izzy reported to the tiger, his hand circling over the same spot again, rubbing a little faster. His little baby loved rubbies.

Remi adjusted a few pillows so that he could lay on his side and watch Izzy’s face. “Let’s see what’s going on down here.” He ran one hand down Izzy’s chest and across his belly. “Does your diaper feel good, baby boy?”

He didn’t expect any answer and he didn’t get one, just a string of gibberish sounds. But when he reached the top of Izzy’s diaper, his baby’s hands fell away.

Remi traced patterns on Izzy’s belly, then slipped his hand inside the warm, padded cave, grateful that he’d fastened it loosely enough to have space. God, there was nothing like this feeling. The innocence and the arousal. The absolute trust Izzy was showing him and the charge he got from being the one who got to make him feel good.

He slipped his fingers down further to find the diaper dry and Izzy’s small weewee fully erect, perfect to slip between his fingers. This would be better with some kind of lubrication, but for now he would move slowly.

He circled around Izzy’s weewee, adept now at the motions that he enjoyed. Tracing around it with two fingers was a delightful tease that had baby Izzy panting and whimpering between soft, gurgling coos. Such a happy little baby, with cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling.

Remi’s own cock was so hard that it hurt, confined in his jeans. Seeing Izzy like this made him want to both pamper him with every soft, adorable thing and glide into one of his welcoming holes, pressing their bodies close as he slipped into his baby boy again and again. The beautiful thing was that those drives could so often be the same, two different ways of meeting his baby’s needs.

Remi slipped those two fingers down lower to find Izzy slick with arousal—another unexpected change as his hormones had shifted. Remi wet his fingers and thumb, then returned upward to start stroking in earnest.

Izzy looked up at him with startled delight, as though unaware that such a thing was possible.

“Yes, baby,” he chuckled. “Dada’s got something to make you feel good.”