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Calvin patted Ellery’s knee again then leaned back. “Excellent.” Calvin’s phone screen lit up and he frowned. “I apologize, Ellery. It’s my assistant, so I need to take this.”

“No problem.”

While Calvin was distracted with his call, Ellery sniffed some more, wiping his wrist under his nose. Reality slammed into him. Reese’s description of age play wasn’t what he’d needed. Being tended to by a true Daddy had done the trick.

Ellery was ready to go all in.

Chapter Six

Calvin attempted to contain his excitement as he dug through his kitchen cupboards, searching for the plastic plates and cups he knew were in there somewhere. Now that the doctor had left and verified Ellery only had a minor sprain, all Calvin could think about was the conversation in the limo.

He was actually grateful for the Manhattan traffic giving them that uninterrupted stretch of time to have a serious talk, to be clear about where their heads were at. Calvin’s fear that age play might not be for Ellery was rapidly dissipating. The desire alone to wear a diaper said a lot. Not all age play enthusiasts went that far. And now that Ellery was admitting to using a stuffie, along with his hidden wish for Little-friendly cups and dishes, it felt as though Calvin might have hit the jackpot.

When he’d first spotted Ellery at Thrust, he’d questioned whether there was hope for them. While he could tell there was curiosity by the simple fact that he’s shown up at the club, whether Ellery would have a genuine interest in age play had been a complete unknown. That was also part of the reason he hadn’t approached him that night. He’d figured that if Ellery sincerely wanted to play, he’d come back. If so, that’s when Calvin would’ve invited him to do a scene.

However, fate seemed to have intervened by bringing them together another way.

Calvin finally found the zoo animal sippy cup he’d been searching for along with a matching plate. Unfortunately, he didn’t have any ocean-themed items, but that would quickly be rectified. Once he’d stopped bringing boys to his home, the few things he kept on hand had been shoved to the back of his cupboard. He’d discovered that meeting up with a potential boy at a club was a much better fit for him these days.

The last relationship with a boy that he’d had on a long-term basis was heartbreaking. Tony had tried and tried to embrace age play, then finally admitted he found it to be stupid and embarrassing. He’d even gone beyond that to deride all kink, which had left Calvin feeling foolish for a long time afterward. It had taken his close friend, Mel, to pull him from his melancholy and introduce him to the club.

If everything worked out with Ellery the way he hoped it would, he’d never be able to thank Mel enough.

After filling the sippy cup with cranberry juice—the first favorite of Ellery’s that Calvin had discovered—he decided to also slice up some apples and strawberries for the plate. Ellery had no idea what Calvin was doing other than getting him some juice like a polite host. He grinned to himself. He couldn’t wait to see Ellery’s reaction to the cute toddler dishes.

Calvin stepped back into the living room with the drink and fruit for Ellery. Ellery appeared relaxed as he lounged on Calvin’s early Twentieth Century brocade chaise lounge, propped up against the couch arm with an ice pack on his wrapped ankle.

Just as I left him.

An easy smile tugged at his lips at the sight of Ellery stretched out on the lounge, blue eyes gazing up at him expectantly, a few strands of his sandy blond hair hanging loosely across his forehead. Calvin’s gaze was drawn to the dusting of freckles on Ellery’s pert nose then to his bow-shaped lips.

He could kiss those lips for days and never tire of them.

“Here’s your juice, and I made my baby boy an afternoon snack.”

Calvin handed the cup to Ellery then set the plate on his lap. Ellery regarded the sippy cup and blinked a few times. Then he stared down at the child-sized dish as if he’d never seen fruit before. At last, he peered up at Calvin.

“Thank you?”

Calvin chuckled. “Is it that you’re unsure about the cup and plate, or that you’re allergic or don’t like something?”

Ellery shook his head, his mouth slightly ajar. “I’m not allergic, and I love strawberries and apples.”

“And the other?”

Ellery glanced between the cup and plate before looking up again. “Not unsure. Just surprised. I didn’t know you had this stuff, you know, onhand.” He gave a small shrug. “Plus, when I was talking about the cups, I didn’t mean…” He gave the sippy cup a small jostle. “…thiskind.”

Calvin rubbed his chin. “Hmm. Should I take it away?”

Ellery yanked the cup to his chest. “No. I’ll give it a try.”

Calvin let out a long breath, pleased at how open Ellery was being. “I haven’t used it with another boy—if that’s a concern. And I know it’s not ocean-themed, but that’s easily fixed.”

Ellery held the cup by one handle and examined the sides. “This is nice.” He gave Calvin a shy smile. “I like all kinds of animals, not just fish and other sea creatures.”

Calvin took a chance and ruffled Ellery’s hair. “Then you should have both.” Ellery hadn’t protested Calvin’s hair-tousling, so he impulsively decided to take it a step further. “I should probably get my baby boy a bib, so he doesn’t spill juice on his nice shirt.”

Ellery’s breath hitched and he parted his lips. “Oh…” He snapped his jaw shut then nodded before responding. “O-okay.”

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