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“So,” I said. “Where are we going for dinner?”

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Max

“Ilove Italian food!” Kiren bounced in his seat as we drove up to the valet for the restaurant.

“Glad I made the right choice.”

Kiren was a perfect little. Almost too good to be true. I hadn’t seen much of it play out yet, but I could tell he was going to be amazing. I was eager.

At the table, I narrowed my eyebrows and looked at him over my menu.

“I’ll bet I can predict what you’ll order.”

He smirked. “Am I that obvious?”

“Spaghetti.”

“How did you know?”

I laughed. “Daddies know things.” I’d yet to meet a little who didn’t love spaghetti.

His cheeks filled out as he smiled. Pink spread over his face as his eyes softened. It was beautiful.

Over dinner, we talked about the kink we shared.

“I always want to make sure my partner and I are on the same page,” I said. “When did you know?”

“In college,” Kiren replied. “I’d had feelings before, but I didn’t know how to label them.”

“Tell me more.”

“If I share, you have to share, too.” Kiren took a big bite of his food.

“Agreed.”

“My parents spoiled me a little. I admit I grew up privileged. I liked being taken care of that way. I wasn’t fighting for my independence like other kids who couldn’t wait to leave home. I didn’t get rid of my childhood things. I didn’t even really store them away. I kept them in a little corner of my room like a shrine and even as a teenager I still played. I’d lock my door and get out my cars and trucks, or make my stuffed animals have conversations with me. I liked to wear things in private, too. Sometimes when I was too anxious to sleep, I’d suck my thumb and fall asleep right away. I didn’t think about it much beyond those moments.”

“What did you wear?” I asked. It almost sounded dirty. Maybe it was. I loved the little wardrobe. It varied from boy to boy, but I enjoyed it all.

“Um, well, some stuff I bought online where they have everything in every size. Like pajamas with feet that are one-piece. They come apart at the backside.”

“I’m familiar with the style.”

“You are?”

I nodded once. “I have a past. But we won’t speak of anything like that, second date and all. Just know I’m a daddy and I’ve seen a lot.”

Kiren lowered his head. “Even onesies and diapers?”

“Ah, the most popular of items in some boys’ collections.”

Kiren blinked. “I never got to experiment much because I left college.” He turned his head as if that subject was off the table for now. “But I have, well, stuff like that, too.”

I let out a sigh of relief.

“What’s that sigh mean?” he asked.

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