Page 24 of A Little Bit Naughty

God, he just ached to have a cock like that. One that would both get hard on its own—even during sleep!—and be large enough for other men to look at it with attraction and desire. Frustratingly, it seemed that he could either have one or the other, and he still wasn’t sure how many major surgeries he wanted to go through.

Top surgery had been enough of an ordeal, and he loved his flat chest. T had been like a dream come true. His beard was finally starting to really come in, and he ran to the gym every morning to watch his muscles practically grow before his eyes. He would still always be short and slender, but from the waist up, he was very satisfied.

The rest was… more complicated. He had a ton of trans friends who’d made a range of decisions, and most of them seemed to be at peace with them. It probably helped that most of them had transitioned years ago. They remembered going through what he was going through, but they weren’t living it right now.

Daddy nuzzled against his forehead, the scruff on his cheek just a little scratchy. “Go back to sleep, baby boy. It’s too early for whatever you’re worried about.”

“It’s not that early.” He popped his head up to look at the clock beside the bed. “Shit. It is that early. Why am I awake?”

“Time change. Daddy kept you up too late last night.”

Just hearing that sent shivers down Isaac’s spine. Daddy kept him up too late last night because it was Daddy’s job to put him to bed.

Isaac lay his head on Remi’s chest, trying to make himself sleepy again. Daddy’s heartbeat was slow and soothing. But all of those warm muscles were just too distracting.

He ran his fingers up Daddy’s side, enjoying the soft cotton over warm skin. This was the perfect way to wake up. He was already having fantasies of having this every day. Maybe with... somebody just like Remi.

He let his hand drift over Daddy’s chest, noticing where Daddy’s nipple brushed against his palm. He circled it again, imagining how good it would feel without the shirt in the way. If only Isaac were confident enough to ask for what he wanted and trust Daddy to give it to him.

Daddy’s breath caught and he grabbed Isaac’s wrist. “Are you teasing, baby boy? Or starting something?”

“Neither? I mean, I wasn’t trying to wake you up. I was just trying to snuggle and I’m too awake to stay still. I like your chest.”

“Oh, fuck, sweetheart. You really mean that, don’t you?”

“Yeah?” He wasn’t quite sure which part was the issue, but it was all true.

“I may not have told you,” came Daddy’s growly voice against his ear, “that baby boys waking me up because they can’t wait to play with Daddy’s body are kind of my kryptonite. So you’re still free to do what you want, but I might go a little insane.”

Just hearing that made Isaac pulse with desire. He was the one who had made Daddy so horny that he had to grab his wrist just to give him a warning. He was Daddy’s kryptonite.

He hadn’t quite expected to find that post-transition. And he knew that Daddy was still too sleep-muddled to be thinking twice about what he called him. He was Daddy’s boy, all the way.

“So do you want me to stop?” he asked mischievously.

“What I want is to roll over and nail you into the mattress. As I think you know.”

Isaac giggled, enormously pleased with himself.

“I also wouldn’t mind a few more hours of sleep, because I don’t even want to think about what time it is.”

“Five thirty-seven.” Or eight thirty-seven in Boston.

“Yeah, I didn’t want to know that. So some sleep would be very nice if you don’t want me to be grouchy today. But baby, if what you need is to spend the next hour driving Daddy absolutely crazy, I wouldn’t stop you.”

Hearing that made Isaac feel not only aroused, but sexy. Powerful. In control in some gorgeous way where he was still Daddy’s baby, but got to choose how to wield his obvious sexiness. It felt amazing.

He also noticed that Daddy still hadn’t opened his eyes. As much as Daddy talked, his arm around Isaac’s torso still had the heaviness of sleep.

So he made what had to be the most generous, grown-up decision ever. “I’m going to let you sleep then, Daddy. So you won’t be grouchy.”

Daddy grunted and gave him a squeeze. “You can play quietly with anything you find over there.” He gestured toward his suitcase. “And if you leave the room, take my key card to get back in.”

“OK, Daddy.” Isaac was positively reveling in all the instructions.

“We’ll also need to get you dressed for the day, baby. I have a few outfits you might like, but some of your things might fit better. Maybe bring down a few options?”

Isaac nodded eagerly. That sounded perfect. He was moving in! “Yes, Daddy. Can I go to the gym first?”