Page 14 of The Defense Rests
Well, that’s something new. The last time we played, Kai's speech patterns were more mature. This speech pattern is shifting more toward a baby's rather than a toddler's.
"Okay, baby boy, how about we get you into a bath to relax and then Dada can read you a story." He agrees by nodding his head and reaches up to take my hand, but doesn't move. I take the lead and glance around his small apartment. It's not hardto locate the bathroom, and the tub is pretty small for a bath, especially since he's tall and broad.
I look under the sink and find a nearly full bottle of bubble bath and a lone light blue rubber duck wearing a silver tiara. I smile when I pick it up and set both items on the counter. I step over to the tub, pull the curtain away from the inside, and turn on the warm water, using a rubber stopper to plug the drain.
"This tub isn't ideal, but we can get you clean and you can enjoy some tub time," I turn to face him before grabbing the items from the sink, handing him the duck, and squirting some bubble bath into the tub that's slowly filling with warm water.
"Mo, Dada," Kai tells me while bouncing on the balls of his feet.
"You want more bubbles? It will be a mountain," I tell him, exaggerating with my arms, and he giggles, holding out his duck.
"Ice," he tells me, and I look closer at the duck and realize it is the ice princess from Disney.
"Your duck needs her ice castle?" I ask, and his gaze meets mine with an enthusiastic nod.
As the tub fills with warm water, the bubble mountain begins to rise, and I know I need to get my boy undressed and in the tub before too much longer.
"Okay, baby boy, stand still," I tell him before undoing the buttons on his dress shirt and slipping it off his shoulders. My eyes try not to take in his toned body and muscles, but it's hard to resist. Speaking of hard, my pants start to tighten, and I shake my head because this is not about that. It's about taking care of Kai today. I toss the shirt on the vanity. "May I remove your pants?" Kai quirks a brow at me as if that's a silly question. Of course, he can't take a bath wearing his clothes. I unfasten his belt while his focus is on his duck.
"Let go, let go," he singsongs, and I pause my hands for a moment. "Cold nev bodder me inn way," he finishes, and I realize he's singing the song from the animated musical.
While Kai is lost in his headspace, I take the moment to make quick work of his pants. Before sliding them down his legs, I slip my hand into the waistband of his underwear to bring them down with his pants, trying to make it as little awkward as possible. Thankfully, we kicked our shoes off by the door. I had Kai lift each foot so I could remove his pants and socks. Glancing up to see Kai's face, I am greeted by the most beautiful thick dick.Holy. Hell. It's flaccid, so I know this isn't turning him on, and I'm grateful for another reminder. His light brown pubes are trimmed neatly. Upon examining his body, it is clear that his body hair has also been trimmed, and he’s fit, clearly keeping up with his workouts since playing sports in high school.
Finishing my task, I stand and grab hold of his hands. "Hold my hand and be careful getting in." I guide Kai over to the tub, where he squats down, and the round globes of his ass are practically in my face, and I stifle a groan. "I'm going to find a towel and some clothes for you," and give myself a moment to pull myself together.
Dropping his work clothes in the hamper, I step out of the bathroom and across the hall to his bedroom.
It's a masculine room with shades of browns and tans. Not the Kai I used to know, who loved pink and glitter. Is this who he is now? Does he still enjoy the more feminine things? He was never one to fit into stereotypical norms.
My heart aches thinking he changed so much over the years.
I open his dresser drawers and pull out a pair of black briefs and some cotton sweat pants. In the middle drawer are T-shirts. Going through them, they are all so… grown-up. Digging through them, at the bottom of the pile in the back of thedrawer, I find a baby blue one. I pull it out, and there is a picture of Elsa on the front with glittered snowflakes. I smile, knowing my boy still loves his glitter, but for some reason, he is denying himself the chance to have it.
I take the clothes back into the bathroom, but pause in the doorway to watch Kai play with his little duck and the bubbles.
"I'm Olf, I warm hug," he says, making what looks to be a snowman out of the bubbles. I giggle from the doorway, and he looks over at me with pinked cheeks.
I grab the washcloth I found and kneel next to the tub, rolling up my sleeves. "Okay, Baby, time to get you clean." I dip the cloth in warm water and then apply a generous amount of liquid soap to it. The fragrance of vanilla and strawberries fills the room. Once I wipe him down, I inform him that he's all squeaky clean. He giggles.
"What's so funny?" I enquire curiously.
"You forgot my bits." He tells me and giggles again.
I didn't know if he would be comfortable with me washing his private area, and I wasn't sure I could keep my thoughts pure, but apparently, it's going to have to get done. I just won't spend a lot of time in that area, and I will be sure to keep the washcloth between me and his cock.
I take the washcloth and swipe it over his 'bits' and down his taint to his hole. With a once over his hole, Kai lets out a soft groan, and I feel his cock thicken slightly. I run the cloth over his cock and know I need to keep him in littlespace, and we have not talked about this.
"Baby boy, are you being naughty?" I ask, hoping I'm not reading into this.
"Sawy," looking a bit embarrassed.
"You don't have to be sorry, but this bath is for relaxing, not sexy time." I grab his towel from the bar next to the tub and inform him that it's time to get out of the tub.
With his bottom lip sticking out, he tells me, "I don't want."
"Kai," I reach in and hold his hand in mine, kissing his fingertips. "Your fingers are looking like a little old grandpa. It's time to get out, and then we can have a story. We can even play more." I encourage him. "You don't want a punishment, do you?" I wouldn't give him a punishment because it's not something we discussed. At the center, we would have corner time for a few minutes so he could reflect on his actions, and he hated corner time because it took away from playtime.
"K, Dada. Ready."
