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“I like to give baths. Or even join in.”

Kiren began to look worried.

I quickly added, “But not unless you want that.”

“I do like the idea of that,” he admitted. “Do I have to be totally naked?”

“That’s the idea. But if you wanted to wear swim trunks, you can.”

His gaze wandered off toward the window. “No, I—well, I don’t know yet.”

“You can think about it. We’re still learning about each other. All these things we both want to do will happen when we’re ready for them. Right?”

“Right.” He met my eyes again, a small smile forming.

Next, he pulled out a pink onesie with lambs all over it. It had long sleeves and snapped at the crotch, leaving the legs bare. I loved those on boys during playtime. When thighs were bare, I was a happy daddy.

“I wear this less than my pajamas, but they feel nice, hugging me everywhere but leaving my legs free.” He took a big breath. “They’re roomy enough if I want to wear a diaper, too. But I don’t have any of those.”

“I see.” For a shy boy, he was being so forthcoming, which thrilled me. It meant he already felt close enough to me to trust me with all these personal things.

Head down, he asked, “What do you think of diapers?”

“I love them.” In time, he would see the changing table I had set up in my basement of wonders.

“Daddy?”

“Yes?”

“Do you really like them? Like doing it right with powder and stuff, then fastening them tight and secure like a hug?”

“I really do.” His words made my breaths shallower. Did he not fully realize? I was a daddy for a reason. Consenting, adult baby boys were my thing.

“I really do, too.”

I patted his shoulder. “You’re beautiful, baby. I mean that.”

Kiren lifted his head. The daylight coming through the front window made his face glow.

I saw his bag was empty. For now, he’d shown me what he trusted me to see.

“Daddy?” His mouth gave a little tremble.

“Yes?”

“Can you kiss me?”

I reached my hand out to his shoulder and leaned in. He tilted his face up to mine. Our lips met.

The kiss was warm and sweet, just like little Kiren himself. Slowly, he opened his mouth to mine. The sun had made a warm spot on the rug just for us. The rays captured us in this moment, sitting, leaning together, holding onto this intimate time for as long as we could.

When we pulled back, Kiren buried his head in my chest.

“When can we start, Daddy?”

“Start what?”

“Playing.”

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