Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
I couldn’t decide how to ask either, so I just smiled as Harley wiggled out of the toilet room, somehow nearly knocking Dally into the bidet.
“Fucking hell.”
“Oops. Sorry, Daddy.”
Keeping a straight face made me the best Dom in the entire world.
“It’s okay. I didn’t think about that room needing to be big enough for two people.” I’d been thinking of saving space because how much room did anyone need to piss?
Clearly I should’ve used my imagination a bit better.
“I’m fine.” Dally technically sounded fine but he’d gone back to muttering about rich people again.
“Let’s wash your hands, sweetie.” I wasn’t sure how much help Dally had been but it seemed like a good idea either way. “Then we’ll get the water on.”
Nodding, Harley walked over to the sink and held his hands out for me. “Daddy’s sticky.”
Considering he’d shut the door to the small room, I was guessing I understood what sticky meant in that particular context. “But he had fun, so it’s okay to be messy.”
I’d never had a conversation like it before, but I understood why little Harley was the one to approach the situation.
“But if you want to be the Daddy and don’t want to get sticky, I’ll just wear…” Fuck it all. “I’ll wear a condom and that will help the sticky situation.”
That got a giggle from Harley but he didn’t lose the headspace he’d sunk into. “It’s a situation.”
“Damned right.” Dally’s helpful commentary wasn’t as helpful as he thought it was. “But I like being messy.”
Just not sticky.
I was going to end up having the most interesting conversations with them.
“But the point you need to remember is that no one does anything that they don’t want to.” Running my hand over his head, I smiled when he giggled. “When it comes to things related to stickies and bed games.”
That got an adorable snicker from Harley but he didn’t seem to be worried about it any longer. “Limits. I ’member.”
“That’s right.” Turning on both shower heads since we’d need the space, I gave Harley a quick peck as I waited for the water to warm up. “Limits can be for all kinds of things and we’ll figure out new ones as we go on.”
I thought we’d made progress on figuring out new ones with the admission that Harley wanted to be the Daddy as he put it.
Shrugging, Harley was more focused on the water than the topic of our conversation. “I like new things just not new potty things.”
No bidet.
Got it.
“That’s fine.” I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to offer to show him how to use it or not, so I just focused on easier parts of the evening. “But what isn’t fine is that I only have two shower heads. Will we do one for Daddy and one for Papa and then Harley goes back and forth?”
That got another happy sound from him and he nodded. “I get two ’cause I’m special.”
“You are very special.” And special boys got kisses so I gave him another peck on the cheek. “Let’s get the special boy all clean so we’re ready for nuggets.”
Harley nodded but scrunched up his face. “And salad.”
He really didn’t like the bidet.
“Or we could do cucumbers?” What else had I seen him eat at lunch? “I just thought it might be good with our nuggets and burgers.”
“I like veggies, Papa.” It would’ve sounded less stressful if his gaze hadn’t darted toward the toilet room. “I do.”
Sure he did.
It was time for a slightly Dally-ish way of handling the situation because trying to be discreet wasn’t helping.
I think it was actually making it worse and since I needed to finish the conversation before he was grown-up and shy again, I needed a different approach. “Do you need to go poop?”
Yep…definitely a different approach.
Harley didn’t seem concerned about it, though. “No.”
Little Harley was very different than my grown-up one because that Harley had blushed at the museum when he’d said he needed to use the bathroom.
“Let’s get in the shower then. I’m stealing you from Daddy this time.” My instructions got a giggle from Harley, but that was mostly due to Dally’s offended “hey” that showed he was still listening to me stumble through the conversation.
“I like your shower, Papa.” Harley’s gaze was bouncing around the large shower as I held open the glass door and he slowly walked in. “I get squished.”
“Me too.” Which was one of the main reasons I’d made sure I would fit. “In my old place I kept bumping my elbows.”
Harley’s snicker made me smile as I steered him under the spray and started washing him. “It was a nice apartment but I was just renting it and the shower was so small I kept slamming my elbows against the wall every time I moved.”
“Aww, poor Papa.” Harley kissed my cheek as I took the bodywash and started scrubbing his chest. “All safe now.”