Page 35 of A Little Bit Naughty

Damn. This boy was really going to be the death of him. His dick tried valiantly to twitch back to life. “Not yet, baby. Later. Come up here and let me hold you.”

“OK, Daddy.” Izzy sprawled against him again, instantly seeking kisses. Remi let their tongues tangle, tasting himself and giving in to the cozy feeling of having his boy in his arms.

This was… this was really something special. Big or little, Izzy just connected with him in a way that no one else had. It had barely been twenty-four hours, but he already knew this was exactly what he wanted.

Even the way he kissed was perfect, melting into Remi when Daddy was in control, but bringing his own ferocity when he claimed what he wanted. Right now, he was devouring Remi’s mouth and whimpering against his lips.

Izzy’s hips thrust against Remi’s thigh, and there was just a moment where he was surprised. There was no bulge or hard length where he expected one, no extra bulge of flesh to indicate Izzy’s desire. It didn’t deter Remi in any way, because after what they had just shared, he was ready to give his boy anything.

It did give him pause, though, because he wasn’t quite sure what to do, either logistically or to meet Izzy’s emotional needs. It seemed from their earlier conversations like parts of Izzy’s body might be off-limits to him. Izzy had hinted about diapers last night, but that didn’t mean that he wanted Remi changing him.

On the other hand, Izzy was clearly feeling comfortable about being sexually intimate, when he’d been worried before. So maybe this was changing, too.

As with everything else, he’d have to follow his boy’s lead.

Izzy ground against him again, his mouth drifting down to Remi’s neck. Fuck, this irresistible boy. Remi would have said he couldn’t be ready again so soon, but his cock was already starting to fill.

“I seem to have a squirmy worm on my hands,” Remi noted, keeping things light. “I wonder what my squirmy worm needs?”

Izzy froze for a moment, then pulled his hips back so they couldn’t touch. Had he not even noticed he was doing it? Or was he more scared of asking for what he wanted, given his concerns about his body?

“Nothing, Daddy,” he finally answered. “Just kisses.”

That hit Remi somewhere deep. He wanted to follow Izzy’s guidelines, but he hated the idea that Izzy didn’t feel comfortable. As the Daddy, it was his job to make Izzy feel good. And he wanted to see him fall apart in his arms.

He was also more than certain that Izzy had wanted to get off a moment ago, until he pointed it out. Was there anything he could suggest to make him feel comfortable again?

Remi’s thoughts raced. He’d done some reading on his phone last night after Izzy went to sleep, and he knew that there were some trans guys who never felt comfortable with anyone—including themselves—touching their bodies. If that was how Izzy felt, he’d just want to make sure and then stop suggesting it.

But he also knew that others enjoyed someone touching their packers or dildos, and still others were comfortable with someone touching just their biological dicks in whatever form. Some enjoyed penetration in their “front holes,” and made that part of their masculine identities.

From the way Izzy had left hints about his body and past experiences, Remi got the sense that he just didn’t know what he was comfortable with yet. But he would certainly have ideas and preferences. He’d also adroitly handled their conversation earlier about STI testing and condom usage without slipping out of little space. So maybe Remi could make a few suggestions now.

Anything that didn’t have Izzy freezing up and backing away would be better. Just feeling him so stiff at his side was killing him.

He kept his voice calm and even, the way he had last night when Izzy was sorting through the toys. “You know, baby boys have lots of different types of bodies.”

Izzy gave a jerky nod, though his muscles seemed to unclench a tad.

“And I like your body very much, Izzy.”

Another little bit of relaxation. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“And some baby boys get so excited when they suck on Daddy’s cock that they need to rub all over their Daddies to feel good. Or they like to put their hands inside their dino undies.” Remi had seen them poking out from under the onesie earlier, blue briefs with red trim and a tiny dinosaur print. “That can feel so nice.”

“Yeah?” Izzy still sounded nervous.

“Yeah, very nice. Some boys like their Daddies to touch their undies, too.” He left it deliberately vague whether that would be over or under the cloth.

Izzy sucked in a breath and told him seriously, “That would be very naughty, Daddy.”

Remi chuckled and echoed back his words from earlier. “Only a little bit naughty. When a Daddy takes good care of his baby boy, sometimes he needs to touch his undies to make him feel good.”

“But…. boys can touch their own undies?”

There. That was what Remi needed to know. At least for now. “Oh, yes. Daddy would love for you to touch your undies. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Daddy. I feel all tingly.”