Page 30 of Soothing Little Sylmen

It didn’t mean I also wasn’t going to see about learning sign language with him. I felt as if the people around him had not ventured that way because they didn’t want to pressure him. But that wasn’t in my boy’s best interest. If, like now, he was somewhere without his support system, or heaven forbid his phone wasn’t working, he would be at a loss.

Sure, there was pen and paper, but how many people would wait for him to explain himself, would wait for him to ask the question he needed? Not many that I knew of.

I took a moment to stare down at him. He was still, but I sensed something was off. The TV played some cartoons I had put on mostly for noise, to give him the space to regress. It was the kind babies and toddlers could watch, things about learning and the alphabet with lots of songs to entertain them. Still, instead of his being completely captivated, I couldn’t help but feel something wasn’t quite right.

I reached under his chin and tilted his head back to look at me. His eyes met mine and I could see the glassy look there.

“You can suck your thumb if you want to, sweet boy,” I told him, voice soft, even though we were alone.

He bit his lip, watching me like he was waiting to be sure. I hadn’t put a shirt back on after we cleaned up, so we were skin to skin. The warmth between us was amazing, and I loved it. At the same time I was in a constant state of need. I wanted more. I wouldn’t pressure him for anything, of course, though I did want to see him fully relax.

An idea came to mind as his head moved away from my hand just slightly. The press of his skin against mine reminded me of my bare chest, and I decided then and there to give him an alternative that might be more enticing. I stroked my thumb over his chin, then released him.

“Or, if you want,” I started, “you can suck on Daddy.”

His eyes widened as he looked down to my nipple. It was interesting to see how his mind worked, because I knew the moment he decided that he wanted to take the risk.

My boy licked his lips, then leaned forward slowly. His nose rubbed against my nipple first. It took everything in me not to jolt at the contact. They weren’t normally that sensitive, but with Sylmen, everything felt heightened. He stroked his nose over the pebbled area once more, then rose up to swipe his tongue against it. When he began to suck more fervently, I groaned. He paused for a moment until I stroked my hand down the back of his head.

“That’s it, baby. Take what you want. Daddy doesn’t mind.”

He lapped at me then and sucked a harder. His gaze turned somewhat toward the TV, but the position made it difficult. I didn’t know how to make it better, not when the sensation of his mouth had me dumb.

My smart boy simply shifted his body until he was curled over me. I placed my arm behind his head to support him, and he closed his eyes. I knew he was still listening to the show, but he had sunk into a deep sort of peace.

I ran my hand through his hair over and over again, stroking him like the prized partner he was. From the moment I saw him I’d been enamored. Then when we’d met, I’d known that there was something special about him. I knew I needed to be part of his life.

Now, with him suckling at my chest, knowing he had a diaper on and was going to sleep in the crib in my room tonight, I understood what it was like for fate and the stars to align.

We laid there for a while, the episodes playing as my boy kept up a steady rhythm. I didn’t mind it. In fact, I was quite a fan, because it meant I got to hold him close.

It was only as his phone began to ring that the mood changed. His brow dipped like he was coming out of his Little mindset. I shushed him, then reached over to the nightstand where it was. I answered the call before looking to see who it was, because I didn’t care—the person needed to know my boy wasn’t going to be able to communicate right now. As Daddy, I would handle it.

The screen came on and I heard a young man singing, his shadow dancing over the screen. It was not at all what I expected. I chuckled when he did a certain kind of shimmy that made him look absolutely delighted.

At the sound of my voice, he jumped and screamed, then turned. His eyes went wide as he rushed over to the screen.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I must have accidentally dialed. Wait! You are not anyone I know.” He stopped himself. His head tilted slightly as he catalogued my features, like maybe the memory would come to him.

I chuckled again, which made my boy shiver a bit against me. I adjusted him so he was comfortable, then focused back on the man on the other screen.

“You don’t know me. That’s correct. I am here with Sylmen. He’s not able to come to the phone, so I took the call.”

I could feel the way my boy’s lips curled against my skin. He was happy with me taking charge.

The guy slapped a palm to his forehead. “Oh, of course. That makes sense.” Then he leaned closer to the screen. “Wait. If you’re with Sylmen, where is he? Have you hurt him? Is he dead in a ditch? Do I have to come to the Ranch and report a crime?”

Master Derek would be very frustrated if that happened.

I shook my head, then moved the camera a bit so he could see the top of Sylmen’s head against my chest. It didn’t reveal what my boy was doing, but it made it obvious we were cuddled up. The guy’s mouth dropped into an O shape.

“Well then. Seems like he did find a Daddy.”

I wanted to puff up my chest at his words, because yes, Sylmen did have a Daddy. And I was perfect for him, just like he was perfect for me. Instead, I let my curiosity win.

“Who are you, anyway? And do you always video call him? That seems inconvenient.”

The guy on the screen nodded, then picked up the device and began walking around wherever he was. “Oh yeah, totally. I didn’t mean to. I must have pressed the button when I went to set the phone down so I could start cleaning. I’m Sylmen’s friend, Ralphie. The one who recommended he go there. So really, you could thank me for all of this.” He giggled softly, with a playfulness to the sound. He must be a Little too.