Wiry curls tickled Xander’s chin and then his cheek as Daddy brought the zip all the way up to his throat before fastening it down with a snap. He gasped and then giggled as those familiar lips brushed across his and lingered there for a long moment, further stirring the pot of butterflies in his gut. “Daddy...” He whimpered. “Tickles!”
“I know.” Ivan grinned against Xander’s lips before taking a half step back only to watch him sink to the bed as soon as he did. “Come on now, sweetie. I need you up just a little longer...”
“Don’ wanna!” Xander whined, lips curling into a pout that was genuine. All he wanted in the moment was to curl up in the big bed with his Daddy and his cuppy. “Wanna nap.”
Ivan rolled his eyes, but with affection. The brat was peeking out early. “Xander...” He dropped his voice to the all-too-familiar warning signal for anyone under the age of twelve. “Do you want a spanking?”
Xander’s lower lip wibbled, an honest stripe of youthful fear cutting through him. “No! Daddy! Thas’ mean!”
“Bad behavior earns punishments...” Ivan glared down at him, steely eyed and ready to turn him over a knee if need be. He watched Xander crumble, a light shine to his eyes as he stood up, head hung low. “There we go. Now we’re just gonna try on the special jacket.” He’d learned Xander’s tells well over the years, the way the left corner of his lips tweaked upward when he had an idea he didn’t want to share, the way he shuffled his feet just to look a little more innocent than he actually was, and especially the way his shoulders slumped forward and knees bowed slightly when he had hit the sweet spot and taken on the little persona. He was ready to listen, to not pretend but to actually be small.
Well, as small as a man his size could be.
Shifting on the balls of his feet, Xander pliantly allowed Daddy to lift his arms - holding them up only a little reluctantly. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw the straitjacket lifted almost effortlessly into Daddy’s strong arms, held against his chest and then turned until it was opened to him. His gut suddenly felt very heavy, each jingle of buckles drawing out a strand of dread that made his anxiety ratchet up all the higher. “Daddy...” He whimpered, biting down on his lower lip to hold back further sound.
“It’s okay.” Ivan said calmly, stepping sidelong to stand in front of him again. “Daddy’s right here and after I make sure it fits just right, you’re gonna get special tickles.”
“Special tickles?” Xander gasped, eyes lighting up, that dread vanishing immediately. “I wan’ special tickles!”
“I know you do...” Ivan grinned, his cheeks warming slightly. Special tickles had been an accident at first, something he hadn’t intended to be a thing when at first their intimacy and roleplay had been innocent with sexual overtones at most. A slip of the hand while little Xander played in a warm bubble bath had informed him that he wasn’t the only one aware of those overtones. And really, it had been far too adorable to see Xander red-faced and crafting bubble spikes on his soft wet skin not to touch just a little. A little became... well, quite a lot, and like most of their somewhat strange situation they just never said it wasn’t a thing. “You can even have a bubble bath later.”
The gasp slipped out even higher than before, then lit with a full giggle. “Oh! The watermelon kind or blueberry or pink? Please say the pink!”
Ivan shook the jacket slightly, letting the heavy canvas drag the buckles for a loud clatter. “You’ll just have to see, won’t you?”
Xander pouted deeply. “Not fair.”
“I never said life was fair.” Ivan thumbed out the tabs that would wrap around Xander’s collarbone and then quickly slid both arms into place, tugging it up over Xander’s wide shoulders before he could protest too much.
“It’s heavy!” The anxiety returned with a vengeance, rolling in the pit of his belly. “I don’ wanna do this...”
“Shhh...” Ivan stepped carefully behind him, brushing kisses across Xander’s cheek as he took hold of the back straps. “It’s okay baby boy, just a little more... you’re doing so good right now.”
Xander swallowed the lump in his throat, already feeling the burning behind his eyes as tears threatened to fall. “Daddy...” He whispered, barely audible over the loud thunder of canvas on metal as Daddy pulled the first buckle at his shoulders tight. “Please...”
It was physically difficult for Ivan to continue, his instinct to care for the little one - as big as he was - momentarily overriding the scene. There were indications, always, Xander could stop it at any time with only an alteration of his voice to show him the moment was broken and things were going wrong. For the first time, he couldn’t help but feel a little like that might need adjusting. He didn’t understand the little headspace as well as he’d like to, didn’t know how deep that pliable mind went. Leaning in close, he let his voice shift to the natural pacing and tone. “I’m right here, Xander. I don’t want to hurt you.”
The corners of Xander’s mouth twitched, his cheek shifting enough that Ivan could tell he was almost smiling. “Love you, Daddy.” Xander whispered, and then drew a deep breath. “I’mma be a good boy. Promise.”
The words warmed him as much as they confirmed that things were still okay and Ivan continued, making quick work of the second buckle and then the third. He’d cinched it down tighter on Liam, leaving no room to feel anything but canvas weighing him down, for Xander he tried to assuage the rapid heart rate he could feel when he pressed his cheek to Xander’s neck. Just a little loose, some breathing room that wouldn’t alter the utility of the device. “Almost there.” He murmured, tugging on the bottom to let it strain against the thickness of Xander’s chest. The next strap rasped across the body of a green t-rex, an amusing contrast tickling his brain as he looped it through the steel buckle and cinched it down. “Daddy’s so proud of you right now.”
His feet shifted again, the weight of the jacket feeling almost too much to support on his shoulders as it pushed down snugly against his belly. “I’mma good boy...” He whispered, swallowing back a sob with a gulping breath. He was trying, he wanted to do good and be good and make Daddy’ proud more than anything. Against the tension, he struggled to lift an arm and wipe away the first tears rolling down his hot cheeks with the canvas sleeve only to smear it across his skin.
“You are such a good boy.” Ivan verified, starting on the final buckle. The fear was audible in Xander’s voice, he could practically feel it wafting off of him. “Almost done with the buckles.”
A small whimper escaped Xander’s throat and he closed his eyes against the welling fear. It was tight, confining, scary, but he trusted his Daddy. Daddy wouldn’t hurt him, not more than a few swats if he was naughty - which he tried so hard not to be - but that thought couldn’t make the panic fully go away. He tried again not to cry, but it was all quickly becoming too much and the tears began to roll freely down the sides of his nose as he lowered his head. When Daddy held him close a long moment only to fold his arms across his chest and then pulled the straps at his wrist toward the buckles, Xander cried out. “Daddy! No! I can’t! I can’t!”
Once again, Ivan stopped and let the guilt wash over him. He didn’t break, he simply gave Xander a moment to breathe. “Just a little more, Xander. You’re gonna be okay. Daddy’s almost done. Is that okay?”
Xander didn’t move his arms, only hugged himself tighter and let out a meekly sobbed sigh. “Iss ok, Daddy.” He sniffled, and the snorted back another sob. He was really barely holding it together, but he didn’t want to stop. This was something he was going to have to face one way or another and even in the little mind he knew that. Daddy knows what he’s doing. Daddy will keep you safe.
Taking his time, reading every twitch of Xander’s muscles as he slouched into the gentle tug of the straps, Ivan secured his arms a little looser than he would have to for the shoot to look right. “Okay. Nice and tight. Let’s get a good look at my special boy.” Xander shivered under his touch as Daddy traced a heavy hand down his shoulder mid-step, keeping him aware at all times of his presence. “Look at me, sweetie. See? Daddy’s here.”
It took all the power in him to stay upright, but Xander tilted his head back up to catch Daddy’s soft eyes watching him. Sniffling, shaking, Xander shifted his shoulders and let it sink in that he really was restrained. “Daddy... ‘m scared.” He gulped, fresh tears streaking his red cheeks.
“Shh.” Ivan leaned into him, peppering kisses across his tear stained cheeks and then his puffy lips before wrapping both arms around him. “Don’t be scared,” Ivan cooed, “Daddy’s here. It’s gonna be okay.” He reached up, stroking the back of Xander’s head. “Let’s sit down okay?”
Pulling again at his restraints, harder this time, Xander strained to return the hug he couldn’t give. A choked cough ripped through his chest and in a moment of desperation, he buried his face in Daddy’s shoulder let the sobs just come.
It had occurred to him that it might work out this way, that Xander might break under the strain, and while he’d tried to prepare emotionally as much as he could, he knew that there were things he couldn’t have accounted for. Things like Xander’s weight falling onto him, pushing him no matter how he dug his heels into the high pile carpet. “Come on, lay down with Daddy right here...” Ivan pressed right back, shifting his weight into Xander’s chest much more forceful than he’d anticipated. Xander bucked, and then folded, bending just enough for Ivan to get the upper hand and maneuver him onto the duvet. “You’re getting big, sweetie...” He grimaced, and then grinned once he was certain Xander was safe and wouldn’t fall off.
Xander’s sobs hitched and the second the bed dipped beside him, he rolled to find Daddy’s chest with his face and the curled on himself. It was awful, bearable but awful. He could feel Daddy’s strong, sure hands stroking his hair, hear the low rumble in his chest when he spoke, but it didn’t make the fear go away.
“I love you so much.” Ivan murmured, letting Xander work through it, letting him stew just a little longer in his bondage. “You’re such a good boy. Xander, listen to my voice okay? Can you hear my voice?” He wailed softly into Ivan’s chest in response, it was close enough. “Hey, Daddy’s proud of you. Do you know that? I’m so proud.”
He sniffed and nodded against the familiar solidness of Daddy’s chest, drinking in the tender care. There was a gentle tug at the strap on his chest, and then a much harder yank as Daddy rolled him onto his chest. Opening his eyes, he caught a glance of bulging strong forearms that flexed and then let go. “Daddy-”
“Shhh.” Ivan murmured, stroking a firm hand over the back of Xander’s head as he straddled him across the thighs. “Daddy’s got you. Just relax. Breathe nice and slow. In through your nose, out through your mouth.”
It was harder than it sounded. Xander forced himself to draw a deep breath in through his nose, letting it out as a wobbly sigh. “Ok...”
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"Daddy's Boy" (Ivan/Xander, Explicit: age play, straitjacket.) 2/?
Date: 2018-04-18 01:00 am (UTC)“I know.” Ivan grinned against Xander’s lips before taking a half step back only to watch him sink to the bed as soon as he did. “Come on now, sweetie. I need you up just a little longer...”
“Don’ wanna!” Xander whined, lips curling into a pout that was genuine. All he wanted in the moment was to curl up in the big bed with his Daddy and his cuppy. “Wanna nap.”
Ivan rolled his eyes, but with affection. The brat was peeking out early. “Xander...” He dropped his voice to the all-too-familiar warning signal for anyone under the age of twelve. “Do you want a spanking?”
Xander’s lower lip wibbled, an honest stripe of youthful fear cutting through him. “No! Daddy! Thas’ mean!”
“Bad behavior earns punishments...” Ivan glared down at him, steely eyed and ready to turn him over a knee if need be. He watched Xander crumble, a light shine to his eyes as he stood up, head hung low. “There we go. Now we’re just gonna try on the special jacket.” He’d learned Xander’s tells well over the years, the way the left corner of his lips tweaked upward when he had an idea he didn’t want to share, the way he shuffled his feet just to look a little more innocent than he actually was, and especially the way his shoulders slumped forward and knees bowed slightly when he had hit the sweet spot and taken on the little persona. He was ready to listen, to not pretend but to actually be small.
Well, as small as a man his size could be.
Shifting on the balls of his feet, Xander pliantly allowed Daddy to lift his arms - holding them up only a little reluctantly. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw the straitjacket lifted almost effortlessly into Daddy’s strong arms, held against his chest and then turned until it was opened to him. His gut suddenly felt very heavy, each jingle of buckles drawing out a strand of dread that made his anxiety ratchet up all the higher. “Daddy...” He whimpered, biting down on his lower lip to hold back further sound.
“It’s okay.” Ivan said calmly, stepping sidelong to stand in front of him again. “Daddy’s right here and after I make sure it fits just right, you’re gonna get special tickles.”
“Special tickles?” Xander gasped, eyes lighting up, that dread vanishing immediately. “I wan’ special tickles!”
“I know you do...” Ivan grinned, his cheeks warming slightly. Special tickles had been an accident at first, something he hadn’t intended to be a thing when at first their intimacy and roleplay had been innocent with sexual overtones at most. A slip of the hand while little Xander played in a warm bubble bath had informed him that he wasn’t the only one aware of those overtones. And really, it had been far too adorable to see Xander red-faced and crafting bubble spikes on his soft wet skin not to touch just a little. A little became... well, quite a lot, and like most of their somewhat strange situation they just never said it wasn’t a thing. “You can even have a bubble bath later.”
The gasp slipped out even higher than before, then lit with a full giggle. “Oh! The watermelon kind or blueberry or pink? Please say the pink!”
Ivan shook the jacket slightly, letting the heavy canvas drag the buckles for a loud clatter. “You’ll just have to see, won’t you?”
Xander pouted deeply. “Not fair.”
“I never said life was fair.” Ivan thumbed out the tabs that would wrap around Xander’s collarbone and then quickly slid both arms into place, tugging it up over Xander’s wide shoulders before he could protest too much.
“It’s heavy!” The anxiety returned with a vengeance, rolling in the pit of his belly. “I don’ wanna do this...”
“Shhh...” Ivan stepped carefully behind him, brushing kisses across Xander’s cheek as he took hold of the back straps. “It’s okay baby boy, just a little more... you’re doing so good right now.”
Xander swallowed the lump in his throat, already feeling the burning behind his eyes as tears threatened to fall. “Daddy...” He whispered, barely audible over the loud thunder of canvas on metal as Daddy pulled the first buckle at his shoulders tight. “Please...”
It was physically difficult for Ivan to continue, his instinct to care for the little one - as big as he was - momentarily overriding the scene. There were indications, always, Xander could stop it at any time with only an alteration of his voice to show him the moment was broken and things were going wrong. For the first time, he couldn’t help but feel a little like that might need adjusting. He didn’t understand the little headspace as well as he’d like to, didn’t know how deep that pliable mind went. Leaning in close, he let his voice shift to the natural pacing and tone. “I’m right here, Xander. I don’t want to hurt you.”
The corners of Xander’s mouth twitched, his cheek shifting enough that Ivan could tell he was almost smiling. “Love you, Daddy.” Xander whispered, and then drew a deep breath. “I’mma be a good boy. Promise.”
The words warmed him as much as they confirmed that things were still okay and Ivan continued, making quick work of the second buckle and then the third. He’d cinched it down tighter on Liam, leaving no room to feel anything but canvas weighing him down, for Xander he tried to assuage the rapid heart rate he could feel when he pressed his cheek to Xander’s neck. Just a little loose, some breathing room that wouldn’t alter the utility of the device. “Almost there.” He murmured, tugging on the bottom to let it strain against the thickness of Xander’s chest. The next strap rasped across the body of a green t-rex, an amusing contrast tickling his brain as he looped it through the steel buckle and cinched it down. “Daddy’s so proud of you right now.”
His feet shifted again, the weight of the jacket feeling almost too much to support on his shoulders as it pushed down snugly against his belly. “I’mma good boy...” He whispered, swallowing back a sob with a gulping breath. He was trying, he wanted to do good and be good and make Daddy’ proud more than anything. Against the tension, he struggled to lift an arm and wipe away the first tears rolling down his hot cheeks with the canvas sleeve only to smear it across his skin.
“You are such a good boy.” Ivan verified, starting on the final buckle. The fear was audible in Xander’s voice, he could practically feel it wafting off of him. “Almost done with the buckles.”
A small whimper escaped Xander’s throat and he closed his eyes against the welling fear. It was tight, confining, scary, but he trusted his Daddy. Daddy wouldn’t hurt him, not more than a few swats if he was naughty - which he tried so hard not to be - but that thought couldn’t make the panic fully go away. He tried again not to cry, but it was all quickly becoming too much and the tears began to roll freely down the sides of his nose as he lowered his head. When Daddy held him close a long moment only to fold his arms across his chest and then pulled the straps at his wrist toward the buckles, Xander cried out. “Daddy! No! I can’t! I can’t!”
Once again, Ivan stopped and let the guilt wash over him. He didn’t break, he simply gave Xander a moment to breathe. “Just a little more, Xander. You’re gonna be okay. Daddy’s almost done. Is that okay?”
Xander didn’t move his arms, only hugged himself tighter and let out a meekly sobbed sigh. “Iss ok, Daddy.” He sniffled, and the snorted back another sob. He was really barely holding it together, but he didn’t want to stop. This was something he was going to have to face one way or another and even in the little mind he knew that. Daddy knows what he’s doing. Daddy will keep you safe.
Taking his time, reading every twitch of Xander’s muscles as he slouched into the gentle tug of the straps, Ivan secured his arms a little looser than he would have to for the shoot to look right. “Okay. Nice and tight. Let’s get a good look at my special boy.” Xander shivered under his touch as Daddy traced a heavy hand down his shoulder mid-step, keeping him aware at all times of his presence. “Look at me, sweetie. See? Daddy’s here.”
It took all the power in him to stay upright, but Xander tilted his head back up to catch Daddy’s soft eyes watching him. Sniffling, shaking, Xander shifted his shoulders and let it sink in that he really was restrained. “Daddy... ‘m scared.” He gulped, fresh tears streaking his red cheeks.
“Shh.” Ivan leaned into him, peppering kisses across his tear stained cheeks and then his puffy lips before wrapping both arms around him. “Don’t be scared,” Ivan cooed, “Daddy’s here. It’s gonna be okay.” He reached up, stroking the back of Xander’s head. “Let’s sit down okay?”
Pulling again at his restraints, harder this time, Xander strained to return the hug he couldn’t give. A choked cough ripped through his chest and in a moment of desperation, he buried his face in Daddy’s shoulder let the sobs just come.
It had occurred to him that it might work out this way, that Xander might break under the strain, and while he’d tried to prepare emotionally as much as he could, he knew that there were things he couldn’t have accounted for. Things like Xander’s weight falling onto him, pushing him no matter how he dug his heels into the high pile carpet. “Come on, lay down with Daddy right here...” Ivan pressed right back, shifting his weight into Xander’s chest much more forceful than he’d anticipated. Xander bucked, and then folded, bending just enough for Ivan to get the upper hand and maneuver him onto the duvet. “You’re getting big, sweetie...” He grimaced, and then grinned once he was certain Xander was safe and wouldn’t fall off.
Xander’s sobs hitched and the second the bed dipped beside him, he rolled to find Daddy’s chest with his face and the curled on himself. It was awful, bearable but awful. He could feel Daddy’s strong, sure hands stroking his hair, hear the low rumble in his chest when he spoke, but it didn’t make the fear go away.
“I love you so much.” Ivan murmured, letting Xander work through it, letting him stew just a little longer in his bondage. “You’re such a good boy. Xander, listen to my voice okay? Can you hear my voice?” He wailed softly into Ivan’s chest in response, it was close enough. “Hey, Daddy’s proud of you. Do you know that? I’m so proud.”
He sniffed and nodded against the familiar solidness of Daddy’s chest, drinking in the tender care. There was a gentle tug at the strap on his chest, and then a much harder yank as Daddy rolled him onto his chest. Opening his eyes, he caught a glance of bulging strong forearms that flexed and then let go. “Daddy-”
“Shhh.” Ivan murmured, stroking a firm hand over the back of Xander’s head as he straddled him across the thighs. “Daddy’s got you. Just relax. Breathe nice and slow. In through your nose, out through your mouth.”
It was harder than it sounded. Xander forced himself to draw a deep breath in through his nose, letting it out as a wobbly sigh. “Ok...”