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If people wanted to delude themselves, I didn’t care as long as it didn’t affect Dessie any longer.

But as he shivered and whimpered around my nipple, I knew we’d already started changing how he saw his desires.

This little Dessie wasn’t worrying that I’d think he was a bad little.

No, my baby boy was moaning and grinding his penis into his diaper even though he was barely fighting off sleep. I knew he’d be out once he came, but I was mentally betting whether or not he’d make it to that point.

Just because he wanted another orgasm didn’t mean his body would let him.

Bodies were just interesting that way, and penises even more so.

They were fascinating creatures, so I knew it was at least a fifty-fifty chance he’d sit still too long and would fall right asleep. It probably wasn’t nice to bet on my baby boy, but it kept me from focusing on what he was doing to me.

That was one of the reasons I knew he was too tired…he hadn’t registered my own erection at all, not even to giggle. So I stroked his head and back, snuggling him close against me as he rutted in his diaper and held on to consciousness for dear life.

He was adorably stubborn.

“Yes, show Daddy how good it feels. Let me see it.” Encouraging his orgasm so he could actually get to sleep, I made low, pleased sounds and kept up urging him to give in to the pleasure. “Happy time for my good boy. Show me how much you like being Daddy’s diapered boy.”

Yes, we needed to make sure the diapers had a wonderful association so he didn’t worry about them. In the most general sense, I’d been neutral when we’d talked about them but expectation hadn’t matched reality when I’d finally wrapped them around his body.

No, I wasn’t neutral any longer.

There was something perfect about how sweet and helpless he’d looked, and I didn’t want him to obsess later and come up with problems we didn’t have, so I needed to make sure he knew that.

Another firm suck and one jerky thrust were all it took for his body to shudder, and his orgasm took over. Shaking, he whimpered and moaned as the pleasure swept through his body, completely overloading him as he chased every last wonderful wave.

When he melted against me, even more exhausted but smiling in a punch-drunk kind of way around my nipple, I knew he was going to crash hard any second. Yep. His eyes started closing and there was one last jolt before he went boneless again.

My inexperience showed because it took me entirely too long to figure out what that last half-conscious jolt had meant. In my defense, we had too many layers between us, so I could barely feel the warmth from his diaper, but as I realized what had happened, I filed the reaction away so I would remember it later.

He didn’t seem bothered by it or even to really register using his diaper, so I waited a few more minutes until he was out and then gradually laid him down on the bed. Still nothing. I had to smile as he let out a sigh and his arms and legs spread out, taking over the space.

Climbing off the bed, I quietly went over to the dresser and grabbed the wipes and another diaper for him. Not having warm wipes for him was another reason he needed a playroom, but we could wait to get a better diaper changing setup.

That was another reason to go to the playroom at the club—I needed to see their setup and figure out a plan for the playroom and possibly a nursery. There would be time to work out everything that he needed, though, so for the time being, I carefully unzipped his new jammies and focused on changing him without waking him up completely.

Taking off his diaper went fine, but the cold wipe on his skin made him jolt and his eyes peeked open a sliver. “Shh…just relax. Daddy’s got you.”

His head shifted into something that might’ve been an attempt at a nod, but before I could decide, his eyes were closed and he was out again.

That time he didn’t react as I fastened another diaper around him and zipped him back up again, grateful that the pajamas had worked as well as they’d hinted in the promotional material. They were practical and sexy and I was going to buy at least one in every color…and I was going to be doing more digging into the owner of the company.

Yes, information was always a good thing.

And for the time being, sleep was going to be a good thing as well, so I quickly cleaned up and climbed back into bed.

Of course, my getting back into bed still somehow woke up Dessie just enough for him to wiggle closer and start nuzzling at my chest, aiming for the side he hadn’t drained earlier. Diapers for bed were definitely a good idea going forward because as Irolled over onto my side, he settled on my arm and latched on to start sucking again.

Kissing the top of his head, I closed my eyes and relaxed as he sucked. I was still hard as a rock, but as he nuzzled against me, I curled the arm he was using as a pillow around him to snuggle him closer and slid my other hand down between us. Taking my time wasn’t the goal since I’d been hard since he’d gotten home, but I didn’t jump right to the finish.

His lips around me felt too good and I loved the quiet sounds he made. But he’d been squirming on my lap for hours and the memories of him coming in the bathtub and coming in his diaper were too perfect.

So as his mouth finally lost suction and he was just smiling softly against my skin, I stopped fighting the pleasure and let it explode out of me. I was nearly silent, but somehow Dessie sensed it, smiling wider and wiggling closer.

I had a feeling it would just be a short reprieve until he made me hard again, but that seemed to be what Daddies were supposed to live with. Endless cuddles. Constant erections. And a few too many chicken nuggets.

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