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I followed Max inside. He headed for the stairs. “Taking this bag up to the bedroom. Do you want to come?”

I hesitated. I wasn’t sure why. Then I thought, fuck it. He’s my daddy now. I’d told him that. I wanted that. We’d signed the HR papers so we could have that.

“I want to get into my jammies now, Daddy.”

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Kiren still hesitated about making decisions concerning our play. As if he was fighting a conflict deep in his thoughts. There was more story to this shy boy.

I led him to my walk-in closet where I had extra, empty shelves. “You can put everything in here.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

He was so soft-spoken and polite. I loved it.

“Daddy, I have work clothes for tomorrow. Can I hang them up?”

“Of course.”

I helped him unpack, wishing he was staying for longer than one night. I put his stuffies with mine. “So they can be friends,” he approved.

We laid out his pajamas on the bed just like before. He stood before me, waiting.

“Good boy.” I reached for his shirt buttons.

Again, he had on the white undershirt. “On or off?” I asked.

He looked down at the floor and said, “On.”

“All right, baby. Whatever you want.”

His arms hung in front of him, his back slightly bent. Little boy lost.

“Now the pants.” I sat on the edge of the bed facing him and began to undo the waistband. The slacks slid away to the floor along with his socks.

His underwear bulged. Always a good sign.

“Can you tell Daddy what you might need?” I asked.

His eyelashes swept his cheeks as he blinked. “I’ve been like that all day. For you, Daddy.”

I drew my hands under his arms and pulled him to me, half lifting, half dragging him over my body as I fell back on the bed.

He moaned and put his lips to mine. We rolled onto our sides, both our hands between us moving downward.

Kiren got to my waistband first. He had the button undone and zipper down in seconds. Little imp.

I reached around him and pushed his underwear over his curved rump, running my hands over the smooth as satin cheeks. His underwear fell all the way off and our cocks came together, rubbing.

When I ran my hand under the hem of his t-shirt, grasping it, Kiren froze. I felt his skin go from hot to cool, his muscles tense.

“Baby?”

“Can you please leave my undershirt on, Daddy? Please?”

“Anything you want, baby.”

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