Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Knightly
“Snuggles, Daddy?” Climbing up to my lap, my little firecracker did his best to look wonderfully innocent as he lost interest in the cartoons we’d been watching.
“Of course.” He looked slightly more devious as he straddled my lap, but it was still Little Rhodes coming to manipulate me. “Hi.”
He giggled as I wrapped my arms around him but was still trying to look sweet. “Hi, Daddy.”
“Should we… hmm… find something else to watch?” There was no way that was what he wanted, so I wasn’t surprised when he shook his head. “Let’s see… should we go play toys again? I want a stacking rematch. I think you cheated.”
He’d quickly slipped completely into Little mode as he’d eaten breakfast, so we’d spent the morning picking out clothes and playing toys before shifting to coloring and cartoons. He was still looking to play but it seemed like the type of game had changed.
“I’m your good boy, Daddy.” Still giggling, he wiggled directly over my lap. “You just let me win.”
Really?
That was how we were going to label it?
“Am I going to let you win again?” Was that the game? He loved winning, so I could see that being something he felt wicked about.
“Nooo…” Dragging it out, he gave me what he probably hoped was a sweet smile. “You’re going to give me kisses.”
Ah.
Testing the waters and teasing him a bit, I kissed his nose. “There you go. A kiss.”
“Daddy…” Trying to look frustrated, he crossed his arms over his chest but he did another little shift from side to side to make sure my dick was paying attention to the conversation too. “That’s… that’s a peck.”
“Oh.” Doing my best to take it seriously, I frowned and nodded slowly. “I can do it.”
Kissing his cheek that time, I gave it a bit more lip and didn’t rush so he couldn’t call it a peck. “See? That’s better.”
Flopping onto me, he sighed as he hid his face against my shoulder. “No, Daddy.”
“Really?” Sounding confused, I sighed. “You might just have to show me what you want.”
That got a happy squeak from him that was full of greed and mischief. He did his best to look cute as he popped up, though, but it was so obviously calculated it made it impossible to worry. “Yes. I’m a good helper.”
Depending on the definition of that word.
“Thank you.” I was pretty sure I did innocent better than him. “I’m ready.”
Nodding, he shifted to get into the right position and gave me the cutest serious face as he inched closer and pressed his lips against mine. It started out as a peck but inched into something deeper as he moved his lips against mine.
When he finally sprang back, he smiled. “Kisses.”
“That was a very good kiss.” Pulling him tighter against me, I made sure his body was flush with mine so our cocks could rub against each other. “Should we play grown-up and have more kisses?”
His eyes lit up. “Yes, I can play grown-up.”
It seemed like I’d found a new fun game.
Being a grown-up seemed to involve him wrapping his arms around my neck and frowning. “Kissing is serious.”
“Very serious.” Running one hand higher up his back, I tightened my hold on him and brought him closer. “I think my cute grown-up needs serious kisses.”
He’d made it fairly clear what he wanted, so I brought his lips back to mine, starting out as innocent as I could. Barely brushing my lips against his, I took my time and kept it tender and just grown-up enough to call a real kiss.
My little firecracker sighed and rubbed himself against me, but when he let out little whines, I knew it was time to deepen it. Flicking my tongue against his lips and tracing the seam had a shiver racing through him and he gently parted them as I shifted us into full grown-up mode.
Oh, those sounds.
Nibbling on his lips got sweet moans from him, but the tighter I held him the more he tried to rock against me like he loved the helpless feeling I was giving him.
He didn’t seem to be in any hurry, so I kept each stage slow.
I wanted to keep us from racing toward whatever the more innocent version of Netflix and chill might be.
But when he started to whimper, I deepened the kiss again, stroking my tongue against his and being very grown-up with the way my other hand moved down to cup his ass.
Making out seemed to be the only goal, so I just enjoyed tasting him and making him moan as we played his kissing game. Every caress of my tongue got quiet, sweet sounds from him, but squeezing his ass sent shivers through him.
My little firecracker was gently rocking against me, not hard enough to make me come but wonderful enough to keep us both hard. But faint pressure was all it took to throw him off and to have his body jerking like I’d just thrust into him hard.
Gripping my fingers into one cheek got a needy whimper from him and giving him the tiniest of spanks had his entire body lighting up. I could feel every muscle clenching and it was like our slow walk had shifted toward a race to the finish.
Rhodes finally pulled back, breathing heavy and shaking as he started kissing along my jaw. “Daddy… Daddy… please…”
Giving him another pop to his sexy ass, I hummed low and turned my head to kiss his neck. “What do you want, little firecracker? Do you want to explode for Daddy?”
I wasn’t surprised when my impulsive cutie started frantically nodding and pulling on my shirt. “Yes. That. Hurry, Daddy.”
Oh, Daddy’s clothes were staying firmly in place until we’d managed to go over grown-up limits, but he’d made it abundantly clear that he would let me know what he wanted when he was in his Little headspace, so I wasn’t worried about his orgasm.
Mine needed to be another conversation.
“Let’s play a game to help my little firecracker explode.” Reaching between us, I pushed down the shorts and matching blue undies we’d put him in earlier that coordinated with his white shirt with blueberries on it.
He was so hard his cock sprang out and wacked my hand getting a frantic-sounding giggle from my needy boy. “It’s… it’s excited, Daddy.”
I was pretty sure that was his way of making sure I knew he was consenting, so I nodded and wrapped my hand loosely around it. We didn’t have lube or lotion in easy reach, so while that was something I’d fix for next time, I was gentle for the time being.
“Bounce for me. Show me how excited it is to play.” That was an order he was glad to follow and he let out the sexiest moan as he started thrusting his cock into my hand. “Good boy. It’s so excited.”
Keeping the praise simple, I watched his expression closely as I slowly tightened my grip on him. When we got to the point where he was shaking and his eyes were nearly rolling back in his head, I knew we’d found just the right point.
My little firecracker made enough precum that friction wasn’t a problem for long but his patience was a problem. He was trying to go faster and desperate for his orgasm, so I shifted the hand that was on his back and quickly popped his ass.
Oh, he was definitely a firecracker.
Rhodes cried out, gripping my shoulders so hard I knew I was going to have finger-shaped marks later. “Daddy… I…”
“That’s my good boy. Bounce for me.” He chased every drop of pleasure he could get from his orgasm until he collapsed against me, sighing and nuzzling against my neck. “I think that was a fun game.”
He giggled but it was a slightly more grown-up sound. “I got you messy, Daddy.”
“I’ll wash.” Kissing the side of his head, I wrapped my arms around him and held him as he came back down to Earth.
After a few minutes, he nuzzled against me again and let out another pleased sigh. “I had fun playing.”
“I had fun playing and picking out an outfit for my little blueberry.” Every piece of clothing Little Rhodes had related to food in one way or another. “What do you think we should do now? Cuddle some more? Play another game?”
Was he ready to shift back to being an adult?
The way his fingers started dancing on my chest wasn’t telling me as much as he might’ve thought it was. Thankfully, he either realized that fairly quickly or his brain cleared enough to respond. “What kind of game?”
Still not helpful.
But the kiss to my neck was.
Something about the way he moved and the way he brushed his lips against me said he’d shifted to a more grown-up headspace.
“Well, I need a rematch with the blocks.” His giggle said he knew he’d cheated. “Or I could take my firecracker out for lunch and we find something fun to do?”
Eventually he probably had stuff he needed to get done to prepare for the week, but I wasn’t going to make assumptions about that yet.
“Like a date?” He’d gone very still but I wasn’t sure what part I needed to clarify.
So I played dumb.
“Yes.” Doing my best to sound relaxed, I kissed his head again and ran my hand over his back. “Other than having a pretty good idea about what you like for delivery, I don’t know where we should go right off the bat.”
“I like lots of things.” That was vague as fuck but probably true knowing how food focused he was. “What kind of sit-down restaurants do you like?”
So we knew about each other’s delivery preferences but not much else.
“I’d say we go look for a good burger but I’m still kind of burgered out.” That got another giggle from him and he started to wiggle like he normally did. “We could do Italian or go get pizza?”
Those should work no matter what headspace he ended up in.
“Pizza?” He felt like the idea perked him up but he still hadn’t stopped hiding yet. “I like pizza.”
“Then it’s a date.” But? I was missing something. “After I get you dressed and we go over to my place so I can change clothes before we go.”
It felt like he wanted to giggle again but he held it back. As I wondered if his actual thoughts were finally ready to come out, he sighed.
Bingo.
“I think… I think I’m supposed to check in with you?”
Ah.
“I’m green if you’re looking for a very practical answer, but if you’re looking to understand what I thought about playing kissing games with you, I enjoyed that very much.
” Giving his ass a firm pat, I made a pleased sound, not quite a moan but close.
“And I thoroughly enjoyed seeing how much you like getting your bottom tapped.”
And there was the giggle.
“I got bored of the cartoon and then I thought about you and I had silly thoughts and silly thoughts led to kissing thoughts and then I was on your lap.” He shrugged, but it felt like a prompt for more information from me rather than just brushing the thoughts away.
“You made it clear what kind of kissing thoughts you were having which I appreciate. You seemed to have fun being teased a bit but I wasn’t having to guess what you wanted.
” Which was wonderful considering how new we were to each other.
“You also explained very clearly yesterday that I could trust what you wanted when you were Little.”
Relaxing into me, his stress seemed to physically escape his body. “I wanted it. I… I would’ve been green on turning the kissing game in different directions, though.”
Hoping I was correctly guessing what he meant, I did my best to sound casual since he still seemed worried. “Like getting kisses on your cock? I bet you’d have laughed about that too.”
Had other men had an issue with that?
Thinking back to the basics of what I knew, I could see someone having a very different view on that kind of stuff.
“Little me probably would’ve found it really funny but yeah I’d have liked kisses there too.” Wiggling, he wasn’t quite ready to sit up yet, so I waited to see what else he would say. “Or you could’ve asked me to kiss you? There, I mean. I would’ve thought that was funny too.”
“I wasn’t sure about that. Thank you for letting me know.” He’d been a cheeky flirt, so I could only imagine how it would’ve gone. “We’ll play that kind of stuff by ear depending on how you’re feeling, but I want to make it clear those options sound fun too and I enjoyed making you come.”
Finally sitting up, he seemed to bounce away from all his worries. “Can I help you come now?”
“No.” I gave him a quick kiss and a smile to make sure he knew he didn’t need to worry, though. “I want to take you out and get to know you more. Then based on our discussions I’ll decide how I want to orgasm.”
His shiver told me more than his silence did.
Luckily for me, he was never silent for very long.
“You really are a Dom.” The way he licked his lips and rocked his hips said that wasn’t a bad thing. “I… I like spankings but I’ve never been a regular sub. I don’t know if I’ll be good at it.”
“There’s no being good at it. There’s just figuring out the parts that work for both of us.
I don’t have any expectations about that side of things, though.
I’m enjoying being your Daddy and I can’t wait to spank you.
If that’s all we do as far as more traditional BDSM goes, I’ll still be very happy with that. ”
Besides, I couldn’t picture him as the quiet kneeling sub type.
He’d get bored and start chattering or end up Little one way or another.
“What… what kind of stuff would make you happy later?” His body shifted like he wanted to start humping me again, but I tightened my hold enough to keep him from hurting himself. “You said… you said you’d pick how you wanted to come.”
Shrugging, I tried to look nonchalant. “Well, that’s part of what we need to talk about on our date. I know a lot of my little firecracker’s limits, but I don’t know the limits for my sexy grown-up boy.”
“Oh.” A shiver raced through him as he seemed to think about all the different ways that conversation could do. “I… I think I’m going to like regular dates with you.”
I had a feeling he’d realize that eventually.
“I think we’re going to have a lot of fun.” At the very least it wasn’t going to be difficult to keep him hard and too distracted to worry. “Because I have a lot of questions about spankings and all kinds of interesting things.”
We were never going to get off the couch if he kept watching me with such hungry eyes.
“I… I think I’m ready for lunch, Daddy.”
He was ready for something, that was for sure.