Chapter 19
Levi
That wicked giggle was the cutest thing ever, but the way his eyes sparkled as he tried to look innocent was hilarious.
“Are you willing to wiggle a lot?” He was radiating a mix of desire and sweetness that said we were on the same page with what wiggling and kissing meant, but I knew Chipmunk would make it obvious enough, I didn’t need to overthink it.
“I can do it.” Nearly bouncing with excitement, he was so careful on the stairs I knew the running commentary in his head was hilarious too. “I’m a good wiggler.”
Oh yes.
“I can’t wait for you to show me.” Pretending to yawn again, I sighed like I was climbing Everest instead of the stairs. “You’re going to have to do the work, though.”
He nodded so fast I was worried about whiplash, but he managed to keep his excitement in check until we made it upstairs. “I can do it. I’m a good helper.”
And an eager one too based on how he was nearly bouncing toward the bedroom.
“Thank you.” Kissing the side of his head and managing not to brain myself, I kept up the sleepy routine. “We had a long day already.”
Agreeing with me seemed easy for him. “Yep. We got ready. That was hard work. We ate lots and we opened presents and we were good boys and we didn’t get silly presents like sweaters. We made Angel smile and we had cake.”
I loved how making Angel smile was on his hard-work list, but he was right, they had made Angel smile.
Especially when they’d been deciding if they could paint him blue so he’d be Grumpy Smurf.
He’d nearly broken a rib trying to keep a straight face at their shenanigans and Chipmunk’s setting his meat on fire bit nearly killed him, but it’d been obvious how funny he thought they were.
I was pretty sure Dante’s drama played into that as well.
But I was going to have to explain that just being a dry individual in general did not mean grumpy.
Angel was just more like a fallen angel instead of the sweet ones Teddy was probably imagining, and my stress over the past few months hadn’t helped Chipmunk’s impressions of grumpy Doms.
“See? We did a lot.” I stretched and pretended to yawn again as we got to his room and I shut the door before leading us over to the bed. “That’s why you have to do the wiggling. Littles have more energy than Daddies.”
His adorably serious face said he’d agree with that even if we weren’t playing a game. “I’ll take care of you, Daddy.”
And have fun doing it.
“Thank you.” Grown-up Teddy would’ve been a bit more inclined to overthink the situation, but my Chipmunk charged right in and started stripping me. “Good plan.”
Naked first.
Wiggles second.
“You’re welcome and thank you.” Giggling, he pulled my shirt over my head. “You’re so funny.”
As long as I didn’t buy anyone an ugly Christmas sweater or do that box in a box routine.
“Thank you.” My polite response got another giggle out of him as he reached for my pants.
“You’re welcome.” He did his best to look serious but his attempt at a frown kept getting ruined by laughter sneaking out. “We’re going to do naked then shoes.”
It was an interesting plan, but one I finally got once he had my pants and underwear around my thighs.
Not because I was smart but because he shoved me back into the bed. “Sit.”
“I’m not a puppy.” My grumbly response got snickers out of him and as he plopped himself down on the floor, he wiggled on all fours. “You’d be a cute pup.”
Chipmunk tried to bark but laughter cut it off and he thought that was so funny he could barely stay upright. “A pup.”
When he finally caught his breath, he shook his head like I was ridiculous and went to work on my tennis shoes. “Did you meet a pup at the club, Daddy?”
Nothing about the club had made him overly concerned, so I wasn’t worried as I nodded.
“Yes, I was introduced to a few, both when they were pups and when they were…regular grown-up subs again. The owners of the club wanted to give me a chance to understand other lifestyles that were close to being a Daddy.”
Bopping his head like he was dancing along to music while he slowly pulled at the lace on one shoe, he made a thinking sound. “The online stuff says littles and pups like to play together.”
Interesting.
“I saw that.” Chipmunk was obviously taking his time, so I took that as a clue to keep going. “The littles would throw the balls for the pups and would pet them and give them attention. They all seemed to have fun.”
It’d also given their Daddies and Doms a chance to relax and hang out while their high-maintenance subs could get the wiggles out.
“I don’t want a pup, but I think we’d have fun throwing the ball for one.” Doing my best to sound as nonchalant as possible, I made an agreeing hum as he nodded. “We’d be good helpers to throw the ball and play with the pups. Some don’t have Handlers and sometimes Doms might get tired of throwing.”
That got a giggle out of him and he finally took off my first shoe, quickly removing my sock too. “We’re good helpers.”
So playing with other littles made him slightly nervous, or at least he didn’t have a great desire to do it, but pups were a different story?
Needing to confirm a few things, I waited until he’d started in on my other shoe before I continued. “Some pups have outside tails and some have inside tails. Did you know that?”
Oh, he did.
His wicked snicker was full of naughty fun and he was excited to tell me what he knew. “They bark and wag and then they get attention.”
Clearly someone had been watching pup videos online somewhere.
Lowering my voice, I leaned closer and whispered like I had a secret. “Some inside tail pups like to hump.”
That got more adorably naughty giggles from him and he nodded as he quickly took off my other shoe. “They do. They’re pups. That’s what they do.”
His oh well we can’t help it tone had me trying to keep my expression neutral. “That’s right. It’s just what they do.”
It seemed like watching the naughty pups wasn’t outside of his limits either, so I filed that away to bring up another time when he was grown-up and chatty.
So once every thousand years.
“They like being silly.” He shrugged as he started tugging on my pants, finally freeing me. “They like wagging and humping.”
“I’m glad they have fun.” And I was glad I didn’t have to throw balls for Chipmunk. “But I like having fun with you more.”
As he straightened, I kissed his nose and got another laugh out of him. “I color and we play.”
“We do.” And we had kissing time and I made him chicken nuggets. “We do lots of fun stuff.”
His being able to talk when he wanted to manipulate me into something was nice too, but it didn’t seem polite to put on the list for a variety of reasons.
“Like make brownies and cake.” Giving me the same naughty snicker he had when we’d talked about the pups, he seemed to think cake and inside tail pups were at the same level of shenanigans.
“I like making brownies for you.” And I’d like playing with the pups with him as long as it got more of those giggles.
“We can have cake later, Daddy.” Giving me a cute cheek kiss, he hopped up off the floor. “You have good plans.”
Wait.
Had that been what I’d said?
His wide-eyed smile and adorable attempt at being innocent said I was right to question his assumption, but the way he stripped off his clothes in record time was distracting enough that I knew he’d win about the cake in the end.
Chipmunk was just too distracting when we were both naked and he was planning shenanigans. “You have good plans like kissing and wiggling and cake, Daddy.”
Yep, he was the cutest little manipulator ever.
But before I could thank him or come up with a better response, he climbed on the bed and on me, and I ended up flat on my back with a naked boy wiggling on me. “I like kissing and wiggling, Daddy.”
We both did.
He cut off my slightly cheeky response with sweet little kisses and naughty wiggles, though, getting a moan from me as he rubbed our erections together. Whatever he was thinking or just getting from me had him giggling again and rocking his hips faster. “Wiggles.”
Naughty boy.
He was perfect.
“I’ll do a good job, Daddy.” He was very earnest about that, but it seemed to mean climbing further onto the bed based on how he climbed over me, dragging his cock over my face. “Hurry. You have to move. You’re heavy.”
“I was stuck.” Giving his happy dick a side-eye as I rolled over had him laughing so hard he fell back onto the bed. Thankfully, he had a big enough mattress that he didn’t go overboard, but our first purchase in the new house was going to be a king-size bed.
“Stuck by my penis.” He thought that was so funny he said it several times and only stopped when I plopped down at the head of the bed. “Ready.”
He was still snickering but seeing me in place was more distracting than how funny he was. “Kisses and wiggles.”
“Because I’m tired.” His bed did feel good considering how early he’d gotten up.
I’d gotten my first text from him at five and he hadn’t slowed down since then.
Meeting my friends for the first time was more nerve-racking for him than I’d anticipated, but it’d gone great. “I’m ready for wiggles and kisses.”
Wearing an ear-to-ear grin, he straddled my hips and started his wiggles with my erection tucked between his cheeks. “Wiggles.”
Groans.
My dramatic sound got more happy sounds from him and had his cock jumping around to wave hello. “It’s going to attack me again.”
Chipmunk seemed like he’d find that funny until the day he died because he immediately started snickering and rolling his eyes. “That’s not how it works, Daddy.”
Leaning over, he braced his hands on the bed and proceeded to educate me by rocking back and forth so his erection could stroke against my stomach. “See?”
Oh yes, and I felt it too.
“I don’t know…” Pretending to yawn again had him trying not to laugh. “You’re going to have to prove it to me.”
As he curled over and hid his face against my chest, I sighed. “And don’t forget my kisses. You said you were going to do the kissing and wiggling.”
He managed to keep his laughter mostly silent but it was impossible for him to hide how funny he thought the whole thing was. That didn’t mean it wasn’t turning him on, though. Nope. Chipmunk was having fun in multiple different ways.
And the way he’d gone back to rocking over me and showing me how good he could wiggle was one of my favorite ways.
“I’ll keep you awake.” He proved his point by finally shifting from giggles to kisses and he started with my nipples again. “No naps for Daddy.”
Damn straight.
He was going to do his best to keep me wide awake and moaning, but instead of starting his hard work by playing binkie again, he gave them just a few nibbles each before wiggling lower.
Wiggly kisses were the best kisses.
An eager boy giving wiggly kisses made it amazing.
Especially when every sound I made got more giggles from him.
“Wiggles and kisses and wiggles and kisses.” His happy singsong words made me want to laugh but what he was doing to me made me moan…because he was having fun entertaining himself as he kissed down my chest, clearly working toward a specific goal. “Wiggles and kisses and wiggles and kisses.”
I was going to end up coming just because of wiggles and the view of his ass waving side to side. He was keeping time to the song and making sure to rub his body across my cock with every move he made.
That song was going to be stuck in my head forever if he kept going any longer, but thankfully his mouth was quickly filled with something else.
Me.
“Oh…” It seemed like he was playing binkie with my erection this time because he looked up my body as kissed the tip and then gently wrapped his lips around the end. “Fucking hell.”
That should not have been as hot as it was…but it was…and he knew it.
Part of him still wanted to giggle but the rest of him loved what he was doing to me as he gave me kisses.
Sweet kisses.
Sloppy kisses.
Gentle pecks.
Sexy French kisses.
Deep kisses until my dick was kissing the back of his throat and he was riding my leg like a champion cowboy.
He thoroughly enjoyed giving me my kisses until we both went right over the edge, me down his throat and him on my leg as he cried out around my erection.
When he had me boneless and kissed-out, he crawled up my body and gave me a pleased-as-fuck grin as he stretched out over me. “I like kissing.”
“You’re a really good kisser.” A-plus for effort, enthusiasm, and skill. “What kind of toy did you practice on?”
Yep.
He giggled.
Naughty boy.