Page 90 of A Little Bit Naughty

“Of course, sweetheart.” He could hear his own voice, thick in his throat. “Daddy can put that on you.”

Izzy flopped dramatically back onto the bed, like he was plunging into a pool, and bounced a few times. He looked light, free.

Remi just needed to not mess anything up. “Where are your jammies, baby boy?”

“Up.” He pointed toward his closet.

Remi hummed in approval. “That’s up so high. It’s a good thing you’ve got a Daddy to get them down for you.” They would also be hidden from prying eyes.

It took him only a moment to find the shelf hidden behind a row of hangers bearing more adult clothing. There were all of Izzy’s little outfits, the new one that Remi had gotten him right on top. Seeing them mixed together made Remi smile.

He pulled out a soft shorts-and-t-shirt set printed with fluffy doggies and bones. It might get cool enough at night that Izzy would want something warmer, but if he was cold, Remi could warm him up.

Returning to the bed, where Izzy was holding Lizzy and Roary and watching him carefully. Izzy was probably trying to look confident, but Remi could see how nervous he was. Not, Remi presumed, about the diaper itself. But about Remi seeing him.

He started with Izzy’s socks. He needed Izzy feeling calm and safe. But then he couldn’t resist giving him a little tickle just to see him squirm and squeal. That was much better.

“Sit up, baby boy.” He reached out both hands to pull Izzy upright. “Arms up!”

That was when he discovered that the pajama shirt barely came to the bottom of Izzy’s ribs. Fuck, he was never going to sleep tonight with Izzy dressed so innocently and provocatively beside him. “I see your belly button,” he teased.

Izzy giggled. “Heee, Daddy!” Here, Daddy.

“Uh oh. When I see a belly button, sometimes I have to give it a few tickles.”

Izzy stuck out his belly, and Remi wriggled his fingers until Izzy was gasping for breath and frantically covering his middle to avoid Remi’s questing hands. “Too mutz, Daddy! ’top!”

Remi squeezed him tightly until his shoulders stopped shaking. “Alright, darling. Lay back.” He gave Izzy a gentle push. “Why don’t you tell Roarasaurus and Tyranolizard Rex about your sukkah.” He placed the two stuffies in Izzy’s hands.

“So big,” he told them earnestly. “Daddy dot it for me. And I made it aw by mysef.”

Good. With Izzy occupied, Remi unbuttoned his jeans, careful to keep his hands well to the side as he pulled them down along with Izzy’s dino-printed undies.

Izzy froze.

“Did you tell them about the twinkly lights? And how the curtains almost blew over our food?”

Silence. Alright, so he wasn’t distracted any more.

He better get this over with quickly. He started his own running monologue while he pulled Izzy’s jeans from his left leg, carefully not looking higher than Izzy’s knees. “You guys missed out tonight,” he addressed the dinos. “Busy Izzy was so brave on the ladder. He put the lights up all by himself.” Now he was done with the right side. “And he put up three curtains. It looked like we were in the middle of a garden. A magical garden.”

Izzy made a little hum.

“But the best part was the fruit tarts, right baby boy? They had all of fizzy Izzy’s favorite fruits, and they were all shiny. He made a big mess.” Remi had the diaper open now. He traced his hands carefully up Izzy’s legs, letting him know where he was.

Izzy gave a little nod, either in agreement about the mess or as permission to continue.

“Lift up, Izzy. We want to show your friends how cute you look in your diaper.” He pretended surprise. “Look! It has dinosaurs on it. Just like Roary!”

Izzy craned up to see, even though he’d clearly bought them himself.

“No, dizzy Izzy. That’s down, not up.” He pulled Izzy’s hips up, and Izzy steadied the soles of his feet against the bed.

Now it was impossible not to look at what he was doing. Izzy’s thighs were parted before him, showing everything. A trim little patch of blond hair that looked baby soft. A shadow of a cleft, and at the top of it, the pink nub of Izzy’s cock. It stuck out like his little pink tongue had stuck out of his mouth when he was concentrating earlier. Below were more rosy folds, secret and hidden.

It was a moment of truth for Remi, that he hadn’t even let himself admit to, especially while he was worried about making Izzy feel safe. But even knowing the origins of Izzy’s anatomy didn’t make him any less masculine. That was all held in his muscular abs, lightly dusted with pale hair. His deep voice, even when he took on his childish lisp. The way he moved with bold steps and swinging limbs, a whirl of boyish energy.

Remi took another look at Izzy’s tender parts. He could now say unequivocally that he thought every inch of Izzy’s body was adorable.