Page 22 of Soothing Little Sylmen

I wanted to care for him, for his Little side, more than anything. It was easy to keep my hands from wandering when I focused on the caregiving side of our dynamic.

“Daddy’s gonna get you ready now,” I told him before reaching for the shampoo.

His smile as I scrubbed his hair was everything. My boy liked having his head scratched. I filed the thought away as I focused on getting him cleaned up.

Every crevice and crease was scrubbed until I was sure he was squeaky clean. Then I switched our places to get myself in order, though I took far less care in being gentle. It was a much quicker process, and in no time at all I had us wrapped in towels, ready to get dressed for the day.

My boy hadn’t really packed any little-Little clothes. None that I had seen in his bag after easing him onto the bed. Instead I put him in something like he’d worn yesterday, I chose a pair of leggings, sans underwear since I knew we would be using either diapers or pull-ups, and a baggy shirt. I had the strong urge to put him in the clothes I had taken off before the shower, so that he would be covered in my scent and wearing my things, but I was much bigger than him and he would not be able to keep the pants on.

Visions of my boy moving through our home in nothing but my oversized shirt, his legs bare and the curve of his ass making the fabric drape loosely over him, filled my mind. My towel tented as desire raced through me. I couldn’t act on it, though. Instead, I got him dressed, ignoring my erection.

Sylmen’s gaze locked on it, like he wanted to see it. I stepped away from him, my hand moving to where the towel was connected.

“Sweet boy,” I said. His eyes traced slowly up my body until they met mine. “I need to get dressed now, and I’m going to leave you here for a moment to eat while I go get some clean clothes. Okay?”

His bottom lip stuck out in the cutest fucking pout. I was tempted to just say forget it and wear the towel all day long. But at the same time, I knew we were on a schedule.

“I promise I won’t be gone more than five minutes.”

I’d been lucky enough that my room was only a few doors down from his, so the promise wasn’t short-sighted. I brought him a plate of food, easing it beside him on the bed. It had eggs, bacon, and hash browns. He eyed it curiously, but that lip was still poking out pretty far.

“How about this?” I suggested. “I’m going to give you my phone with a timer, and if I’m not back in five minutes you get to pick one thing we do today. Anything at all.”

He licked his lips, his gaze moving back down to where I was still erect, before he nodded.

Oh dear God, what did this boy have in mind?

I grabbed my phone, set a timer, then eased it on the bed beside his plate. With a rush against the clock, I didn’t bother to even put on my old clothes. I bundled them in my arms, rushing out the door and down the hallway. A few people saw me and snickered. They probably thought I was doing some kind of walk of shame, or maybe that I’d gotten locked out of my space. Whatever the case, I ignored it until I was at my door, buzzing myself in.

Throwing my clothes on the bed, I dove for my bag to get something clean. I slid on my underwear and jeans, then a blue t-shirt. It was plain, but according to Corrin, it made my eyes pop. I would use any advantage I could with my boy. I brushed my teeth quickly, not wanting to have morning breath, then slipped on some socks to go with the shoes I’d left in the room.

By my estimate I still had another minute before the timer would go off when I came through the door; however, as I approached I saw that it was back at the screen showing five minutes—which was what it did when it reset itself. My boy stuffed a bite of eggs in his mouth, his expression devilish, teasing.

I leaned down, my arms going to his sides, forcing him back. “Did my sweet boy mess with the timer so he could have his way?”

Sylmen started to shake his head, then paused and began to nod. I chuckled and pecked his lips quickly before I stood to my full height, hands landing on my hips.

“Well then, what is it that you want from Daddy? What does my baby need?”

He took the plate of food and pushed it toward the center of the bed before turning back to me. My brows dipped at the movement because that didn’t tell me much.

But then he grabbed my belt, tugging me forward until I was standing between his spread legs. He undid my belt and the top button of my jeans. I didn’t need him to speak to know what he wanted. The signs were all there, and just like I had been careful about getting his consent, he seemed to want mine.

“You can have whatever you want, sweet boy. That includes my body. I’m yours to explore.”

His breath left in an audible whoosh. Then he was clawing at my zipper and tugging everything down to reveal my aching cock. The wet tip met his tongue and we both groaned. The pure pleasure of knowing how badly he wanted this was overwhelming. And if I had to guess, he was happy to be tasting me for the first time.

Sylmen proved that though he was Little, he could suck cock with vigor. My boy eagerly took each hard inch of me. Between his warm wet mouth and the way his eyes shone with his desire, I knew I wouldn’t last long.

“Baby,” I panted, my hand weaving into his hair. “I’m going to come too quick. It’s too much. You’re too—” I grunted as he sucked me down until I touched the back of his throat. “It’s too good, too much.”

He pulled back, looking up at me, his hand stroking my length in a slow, steady pace. It left me on the edge while also making it very clear that he wanted me to come in his mouth just as badly as I wanted to. I took a deep breath and clenched my fists.

“Okay, baby. Take what you want. I’m sorry for interrupting.”

He smiled at my words, then his mouth was back on me, his tongue swirling my crown as his fist pumped faster and faster, tightening to the right side of painful. Stars lit behind my eyes, sending me straight into a freefall of orgasmic bliss as my boy sucked the soul out of me.

Sylmen sucked down every drop like he was dying of thirst. When he pulled back, it was to work his way up and down my length until I gently pressed him away. My cock was far too sensitive for him to keep going.