Page 51 of Coffee, Cops, and Tattoos

“Are you coming in, baby?”

“Are you sure this is okay?”

“More than,” Lucas assured him. “You’ve been playing every night. Why would tonight be any different?”

“I haven’t been…”

“Little?”

“Little little.” Adam shrugged. “I don’t know how far—”

“I want you to go as deep as possible,” Lucas said. “I want you to enjoy some time being little you.”

“I want to,” Adam whispered.

“Then come over here.” He patted the edge of the bed.

Adam rushed forward.

Lucas stopped him by the bed and kissed him. “One more kiss before my baby is all little for me.”

“Do you mind—”

“You know that I like both sides of you. My boyfriend and my little.”

“I want to be your little tonight, Daddy.”

Lucas took one last kiss. “Now let me get my little man ready for his playtime.”

Adam was getting much more comfortable with one of them undressing him. Luca made sure that he kept his touch light and didn’t try to arouse Adam in any way. This wasn’t about getting off but giving Adam what he needed.

Once he had Adam undressed to his underwear, he patted the mattress for a second time.

“I thought we could—” He picked up the diaper. “Really give my little man a break.”

“We haven’t used those together,” Adam said softly.

“And we don’t have to tonight. I just thought you might enjoy having some extra padding on your bottom while you’re crawling around on the floor.”

“Will you put it on me, Daddy?”

“I will.” Lucas took his time pulling off Adam’s underwear before he picked up the diaper again. “Lift your bottom.”

Putting the diaper on Adam took no time at all. Lucas had also chosen a gray onesie with elephants across it and a gray pair of sweatpants. He finished the outfit off with a pair of fuzzy socks.

After dressing Adam, Lucas helped him off the bed.

“What would you like to play with?”

“Castle, Daddy! He-Man! Grr!”

“Grr!” Lucas repeated with a smile. “I’ll get your toys. Here, take your paci.”

Adam shoved his paci into his mouth before he wiggled around.

Lucas hurried to the closet to where they’d stashed Adam’s toys. He picked up the Rubbermaid container that held the playset that Adam requested. “Let’s go into the living room with Nash, baby.”

“K!” Adam waddled. Really, there was no other way as Adam got used to the way that his diaper fit.

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