Spreading his weight, Ivan pressed his hands against the small of Xander’s back, letting him feel that reassuring weight on top of him as found his perfect spot at the thickest part of Xander’s thighs. “I’m gonna help you relax, sweetie. Just a little tickle...”
“Tickle?” Xander sighed another shaking breath, mind dimmed in the moment. “Special tickles?”
“Mmmhmm.” Ivan’s hands slid slowly downward, tugging purposefully at the buckles to get Xander just a little more acclimated to the jacket. “And I need you to breathe for me.”
“Breathe.” Xander’s small voice echoed and he turned his head back to the blanket, covering his face. He felt Daddy’s hands on his hips, groping and squeezing, stroking his soft jammies in soothing circles. He was trying to be calm, trying not to let the fear and excitement overwhelm him, but something about the very real inability to reach out to Daddy and ask to be held made it soo much harder.
“I’m going to give you your cuppy and I want you to take little sips, okay? Just a little bit.” Xander whimpered in reply and Ivan took that as a positive. Leaning into him, barely resting his chest on Xander’s back, he snagged the discarded mostly-full sippy cup from where it had rolled and then guided it to Xander’s lips. Watching, he smiled when Xander’s head turned just enough to take the nub between his lips and draw gently at the soft plastic until he could hear the liquid burble over Xander’s frantic breaths. “Good, very good Xander. Nice and slow. Just like your ba.”
“Ba...” Xander sighed around the wet tip, letting just a little drink dribble from the corners of his mouth. He didn’t often crave the bottle, but as stressed as he was the allure of crushing a soft silicone nipple against his tongue was sounding very nice. His mind flitted to wondering if Ivan had kept one around just for him, maybe tucked away on a high unused shelf - he didn’t keep any himself, but there was an emergency pacifier tucked away in his overnight bag. He took another small sip, the carbonation already fading but the warm fuzzy sensation of alcohol calming to his belly just a little. Shyly, he asked; “Daddy? Paci?”
The small coo was not what Ivan had expected to hear and it took a moment to register just what Xander was asking. “Oh. Baby boy, you want your paci?” Xander nodded against the mattress and Ivan shifted up to his feet without missing a beat. “Okay, I’m just going to go get it, I’ll be right back. Daddy wants you to lay very still, okay?”
Whispering, Xander managed an answer. “Ok Daddy.” He didn’t have it in him to turn and watch, so he closed his eyes and tried to focus on breathing nice and slow just like Daddy said.
It was an unexpected request, he’d only seen glimpses of the baby blue plastic ring that peeked out from the front zipper pouch where Xander stored snacks on the rare weekend they got a chance to play and he’d never actually asked for it. That said, he was very well aware of a certain oral fixation and stress was very present at the moment. Sure enough it was there, sitting between an expired apple juice box and a mostly empty baggie of Froot Loops.
His logical brain knew that it was only a few seconds, but logic had gone out the window along with concepts like modesty and appropriate the moment pjs came into the picture, so Xander fretted silently until he felt the press of Daddy’s weight on top of him and then leaning over him like a calming wave of warm love. “Paci?”
“Right here...” Ivan whispered, purposefully nuzzling his scratchy facial hair against Xander’s cheek before turning his head to catch the barest hint of a sweet smile showing. He offered it with an awkward push of the clear silicone against Xander’s pink lips, opening them before slowly pushing it in. In any other context, specifically one where Xander wasn’t a few degrees from a panic attack, it would have actually been kind of hot. In the moment, it was more calming for both of them. Xander bit down and then gave several hard draws with his lips before the shift of tight straining muscles underneath Ivan was obvious. “There you go... that’s much better, isn’t it?”
Xander grunted, biting down again and letting the feedback take the brunt of his tension. Better. Better. Safe. Calm. Everything is fine. This is all fine.
“Such a good boy.” Ivan sighed, feeling his own strain and worry ratchet down. He let out another soft murmur of approval before pressing a line of kisses along the collar of the jacket and the back of Xander’s hair. “We’re just gonna rest for a few minutes and then we’ll get you in the bath.”
“Baf...” The word was muffled, Xander’s lips holding tight to the binkie. Bath sounded very good, nice warm water and bubbles and Daddy’s kind hands.
“Mmmhmm, a nice bath for my precious boy.” Ivan whispered, kissing the tip of his ear. “Just a few minutes.”
Xander let himself drift, initially drawing careful breaths between long draws but soon letting his mind be blank and not think about anything but Daddy’s weight holding him down and his scratchy hairs tickling along his neck and his cheek. It wasn’t so bad, not with Daddy there.
Ivan counted the ticks of the mantle clock on his nightstand, not wanting to glance away from him for even a second as Xander’s breaths began to slow to a comfortable ease. If it had been more than a couple minutes, he might have assumed Xander had drifted off, as it was, the lull was the best he could have expected once Xander had started to panic. Three minutes. He rubbed the length of his nose over the smoothness of Xander’s throat, letting him feel the gentle tickle before the press of fingers to carefully take his pulse. Five minutes and the click of plastic drew his attention to where the pacifier had dropped from Xander’s slack lips, he checked his pulse again. Eight minutes and a small snore heralded full and total relaxation.
“Xander...”
Daddy’s sing-song voice roused Xander easily, his blurry eyes opening to the warm browns of the blanket under his face. “Daddy?” He answered in a sleepy breath.
“You need to move your arms slowly, they’re gonna be a little buzzy in your elbows.” Ivan didn’t wait to let Xander try himself as he pushed up and quickly freed the left hasp. His hands carefully held Xander’s arm at the elbow and guided it out first and then up, stretching it out. “Okay there, baby boy?”
He couldn’t feel his fingers until his arm was fully extended and prickles of blood rushed back enhanced by the stiff canvas underneath them. “Uh huh.” The right side was easier, Daddy’s comforting touch showing him just how to stretch and bring back the feeling fully. “Buckles?”
“Mmmhmm. Lots of buckles, but Daddy’s real fast.” Ivan was already tugging open the first as he spoke. He had the third open by the time Xander stretched his long legs and flexed underneath him, the heavy jacket falling open. “Do you want to sit in Daddy’s lap for a little bit before bathtime?”
“Nu-uh.” Xander groaned, his limbs moving freely and the weight of the canvas shifting away as another buckle came free. “Bath first. Want bubbles.”
“Of course. Silly me. Bubbles and then special tickles.”
“Huh?” The word came out a dulled, exhausted slip of sounds as Xander’s brain caught it just a little slow. “Tickles?”
“Well, maybe. Daddy likes lap time too.” He liked it a lot. Far too much. And it sounded really, really good given his own body’s response to tension is the exact opposite of panic exhaustion. His cock was straining at the zipper of his jeans, and rocking against Xander’s ass as he frantically popped buckles wasn’t exactly helping.
It wasn’t a fair choice... bubbles or lap time, who could choose? The last strap pulled free of its buckle and like a weight off his chest, Xander could breathe deep again. He took the freedom to roll onto his back and wiggle out from Daddy’s knees to grab him and pull him down close. Daddy’s whiskers scraped against his skin, feeding him kisses punctuated with soft little groans of pleasure and relief. That sensation sealed it for him. “Up?”
Ivan’s lips curled in a reflexive smile, he was just a little relieved to have that answer. Xander needed the closeness just as much as he did. “Of course.” He answered tenderly, wrapping his arms under Xander’s shoulders to heft him up as he slid cross legged underneath him to provide support. “Daddy loves you so much...” He groaned, his arms wrapping their way around the thickness of Xander’s barrel chest as strong legs pressed tight against his back, locking them together. “You were so brave.”
“Scary...” Xander murmured into the crook of Daddy’s neck, nuzzling and seeking out skin with his mouth. He burrowed his face in harder, taking a deep inhale of Daddy’s woody cologne, prickles of shadow burning on his face like familiar light. Daddy jostled him, bouncing him slightly in his lap to fit in together somehow even closer as lips and tongue tasted his own sweaty skin.
The frantic search for stimulation calmed gradually until Ivan found himself contentedly rocking Xander’s heavy body in his arms, drinking in each one of his eager touches. “You don’t have to be scared anymore.” He murmured, one hand gently lifting Xander’s face until they pressed forehead to forehead. “I’ll protect you, always.”
The deep lines of sincerity were writ on Daddy’s face, the creases at the corners of his tender eyes leading into the wrinkles where his smile shone. Xander nodded as best he could, accepting a gentle whiskery kiss that lingered on his lips and then split them, the taste of something smokey on Daddy’s tongue reminding him just how good this part of play time felt. Xander sighed, melting around the edges while a firm hand traced circles on his back, and just like that the fear was gone. Daddy would protect him and hold him in strong arms that were never really mean and always knew just what he needed. “Thank you.” He whispered as the kiss broke, his voice cracking with it. “I love you, Daddy.”
Ivan’s body throbbed, a voice in the back of his head kindly reminding him that hoo boy this is wrong as fuck only to immediately squashed with his much louder id grabbing for Xander’s hand and guiding it to where he felt the last half hour most. “I’m so proud of you.” He whispered, lips finding their way to the curve of his ear. “Can you feel how much I love you?”
Xander’s fingers traced the thick denim under his palm, very easily feeling the hardness underneath. “Nuh-uh.” He shook his head, offering up an innocent doe-eyed look.
“You need a closer feel.” Ivan answered, knowing full and well it was a lie. No less, he thumbed open the button and tugged his fly down, inviting Xander’s hand to fumble at the waistband of his shorts and tug until his awkward fingers wrapped around the thick shaft of his cock through thin cotton. “I’m in a bit of a state.”
Xander cooed, genuinely pleased with the fullness in his palm, but fully aware that he could get even more. “Wanna feel it.” He pooched out his lower lip, batting his lashes for an extra touch of near-innocence. “Please Daddy?”
A groan bubbled up from Ivan’s chest, with that look he couldn’t have refused if he wanted to. In the moment of absolute clarity between feeling Xander tug at his boxers and shoving down the waistband, he tucked away a tiny reminder to tell Xander just how persuasive his innocent face could be when he really wanted to be naughty. Also, that he was a total brat. Those thoughts were pushed away when thick fingers grasped at the head of his cock and then carefully teased at his skin.
Biting down into his lower lip, Xander slid his fingers down around the base of Daddy’s cock and give a firm appreciative squeeze.. “Big Daddy...” He giggled, cheeky delight tucked behind his mask of innocence.
A gasp escaped, but was then colored with a rumbling moan. “All because of you.” Ivan rocked a little harder then, pitching himself to trap Xander’s hand between them and force just a little more pressure as those smooth fingers began to idly stroke him. “Because you trusted Daddy so much and were such a good boy.”
The whimper that came out was a drastic change from the terrified whine of before, it was needy and eager and just the right amount of embarrassed as Daddy doted on him. His pink cheeks stretched with a wild grin and Xander let himself go just a little limp to rock with Daddy, squeezing and stroking at the length in his hand supported only by Daddy’s strong embrace.
He could come from just that tender touch alone if given the time and inclination to not push even further, but in for a penny in for a pound and if things were going to be naughty he was going to truly spoil his sweet little Xander. “I’m gonna let go and get the slippery stuff, don’t move.”
Xander fussed when Daddy laid out on his back, that warm touch lost for the seconds it took to blindly grope for his nightstand for the bottle, but focused his attention on the exposed length still throbbing against his fingers. He stroked there, faster than before, catching wet beads on his fingertips to draw them back down until Daddy was groaning and bucked back against him. It wasn’t until Ivan’s attention turned back to him that he lifted his moist fingertips to his mouth and idly sucked the sweetness from them.
“Gosh you’re cute...” Ivan sighed, glancing up at the strange tableau of Xander idly suckling his fingers with a nearly vacant look of innocent bliss, all the while rubbing practiced strokes over his cock and teasing out what was very clearly near. “I just wanna eat you all up!” He growled playfully, once more rolling his torso to wrap around him, attacking Xander’s throat with wet sloppy lips and tongue and nibbles of teeth.
Xander squealed and leaned into Daddy’s arms, distracted by the tickle of whiskers and heat rising up all over his body until he felt a strong grasp squeezing his butt ardently and the kindling became a blaze. “Daddy!” He gasped, pushing back as Daddy pulled him forward.
The loud rip of infrequently used velcro cut through their heavy breaths when Ivan tore free the bottom flap under his hand, giving himself full access to his prize. “Cute boys get all the best presents...” He murmured against the crook of Xander’s neck, fingers already tracing the welcoming curve of Xander’s ass, opening his cleft to find his own gift with the pad of his index finger.
"Daddy's Boy" (Ivan/Xander, Explicit: age play, straitjacket.) 3/4
“Tickle?” Xander sighed another shaking breath, mind dimmed in the moment. “Special tickles?”
“Mmmhmm.” Ivan’s hands slid slowly downward, tugging purposefully at the buckles to get Xander just a little more acclimated to the jacket. “And I need you to breathe for me.”
“Breathe.” Xander’s small voice echoed and he turned his head back to the blanket, covering his face. He felt Daddy’s hands on his hips, groping and squeezing, stroking his soft jammies in soothing circles. He was trying to be calm, trying not to let the fear and excitement overwhelm him, but something about the very real inability to reach out to Daddy and ask to be held made it soo much harder.
“I’m going to give you your cuppy and I want you to take little sips, okay? Just a little bit.” Xander whimpered in reply and Ivan took that as a positive. Leaning into him, barely resting his chest on Xander’s back, he snagged the discarded mostly-full sippy cup from where it had rolled and then guided it to Xander’s lips. Watching, he smiled when Xander’s head turned just enough to take the nub between his lips and draw gently at the soft plastic until he could hear the liquid burble over Xander’s frantic breaths. “Good, very good Xander. Nice and slow. Just like your ba.”
“Ba...” Xander sighed around the wet tip, letting just a little drink dribble from the corners of his mouth. He didn’t often crave the bottle, but as stressed as he was the allure of crushing a soft silicone nipple against his tongue was sounding very nice. His mind flitted to wondering if Ivan had kept one around just for him, maybe tucked away on a high unused shelf - he didn’t keep any himself, but there was an emergency pacifier tucked away in his overnight bag. He took another small sip, the carbonation already fading but the warm fuzzy sensation of alcohol calming to his belly just a little. Shyly, he asked; “Daddy? Paci?”
The small coo was not what Ivan had expected to hear and it took a moment to register just what Xander was asking. “Oh. Baby boy, you want your paci?” Xander nodded against the mattress and Ivan shifted up to his feet without missing a beat. “Okay, I’m just going to go get it, I’ll be right back. Daddy wants you to lay very still, okay?”
Whispering, Xander managed an answer. “Ok Daddy.” He didn’t have it in him to turn and watch, so he closed his eyes and tried to focus on breathing nice and slow just like Daddy said.
It was an unexpected request, he’d only seen glimpses of the baby blue plastic ring that peeked out from the front zipper pouch where Xander stored snacks on the rare weekend they got a chance to play and he’d never actually asked for it. That said, he was very well aware of a certain oral fixation and stress was very present at the moment. Sure enough it was there, sitting between an expired apple juice box and a mostly empty baggie of Froot Loops.
His logical brain knew that it was only a few seconds, but logic had gone out the window along with concepts like modesty and appropriate the moment pjs came into the picture, so Xander fretted silently until he felt the press of Daddy’s weight on top of him and then leaning over him like a calming wave of warm love. “Paci?”
“Right here...” Ivan whispered, purposefully nuzzling his scratchy facial hair against Xander’s cheek before turning his head to catch the barest hint of a sweet smile showing. He offered it with an awkward push of the clear silicone against Xander’s pink lips, opening them before slowly pushing it in. In any other context, specifically one where Xander wasn’t a few degrees from a panic attack, it would have actually been kind of hot. In the moment, it was more calming for both of them. Xander bit down and then gave several hard draws with his lips before the shift of tight straining muscles underneath Ivan was obvious. “There you go... that’s much better, isn’t it?”
Xander grunted, biting down again and letting the feedback take the brunt of his tension. Better. Better. Safe. Calm. Everything is fine. This is all fine.
“Such a good boy.” Ivan sighed, feeling his own strain and worry ratchet down. He let out another soft murmur of approval before pressing a line of kisses along the collar of the jacket and the back of Xander’s hair. “We’re just gonna rest for a few minutes and then we’ll get you in the bath.”
“Baf...” The word was muffled, Xander’s lips holding tight to the binkie. Bath sounded very good, nice warm water and bubbles and Daddy’s kind hands.
“Mmmhmm, a nice bath for my precious boy.” Ivan whispered, kissing the tip of his ear. “Just a few minutes.”
Xander let himself drift, initially drawing careful breaths between long draws but soon letting his mind be blank and not think about anything but Daddy’s weight holding him down and his scratchy hairs tickling along his neck and his cheek. It wasn’t so bad, not with Daddy there.
Ivan counted the ticks of the mantle clock on his nightstand, not wanting to glance away from him for even a second as Xander’s breaths began to slow to a comfortable ease. If it had been more than a couple minutes, he might have assumed Xander had drifted off, as it was, the lull was the best he could have expected once Xander had started to panic. Three minutes. He rubbed the length of his nose over the smoothness of Xander’s throat, letting him feel the gentle tickle before the press of fingers to carefully take his pulse. Five minutes and the click of plastic drew his attention to where the pacifier had dropped from Xander’s slack lips, he checked his pulse again. Eight minutes and a small snore heralded full and total relaxation.
“Xander...”
Daddy’s sing-song voice roused Xander easily, his blurry eyes opening to the warm browns of the blanket under his face. “Daddy?” He answered in a sleepy breath.
“You need to move your arms slowly, they’re gonna be a little buzzy in your elbows.” Ivan didn’t wait to let Xander try himself as he pushed up and quickly freed the left hasp. His hands carefully held Xander’s arm at the elbow and guided it out first and then up, stretching it out. “Okay there, baby boy?”
He couldn’t feel his fingers until his arm was fully extended and prickles of blood rushed back enhanced by the stiff canvas underneath them. “Uh huh.” The right side was easier, Daddy’s comforting touch showing him just how to stretch and bring back the feeling fully. “Buckles?”
“Mmmhmm. Lots of buckles, but Daddy’s real fast.” Ivan was already tugging open the first as he spoke. He had the third open by the time Xander stretched his long legs and flexed underneath him, the heavy jacket falling open. “Do you want to sit in Daddy’s lap for a little bit before bathtime?”
“Nu-uh.” Xander groaned, his limbs moving freely and the weight of the canvas shifting away as another buckle came free. “Bath first. Want bubbles.”
“Of course. Silly me. Bubbles and then special tickles.”
“Huh?” The word came out a dulled, exhausted slip of sounds as Xander’s brain caught it just a little slow. “Tickles?”
“Well, maybe. Daddy likes lap time too.” He liked it a lot. Far too much. And it sounded really, really good given his own body’s response to tension is the exact opposite of panic exhaustion. His cock was straining at the zipper of his jeans, and rocking against Xander’s ass as he frantically popped buckles wasn’t exactly helping.
It wasn’t a fair choice... bubbles or lap time, who could choose? The last strap pulled free of its buckle and like a weight off his chest, Xander could breathe deep again. He took the freedom to roll onto his back and wiggle out from Daddy’s knees to grab him and pull him down close. Daddy’s whiskers scraped against his skin, feeding him kisses punctuated with soft little groans of pleasure and relief. That sensation sealed it for him. “Up?”
Ivan’s lips curled in a reflexive smile, he was just a little relieved to have that answer. Xander needed the closeness just as much as he did. “Of course.” He answered tenderly, wrapping his arms under Xander’s shoulders to heft him up as he slid cross legged underneath him to provide support. “Daddy loves you so much...” He groaned, his arms wrapping their way around the thickness of Xander’s barrel chest as strong legs pressed tight against his back, locking them together. “You were so brave.”
“Scary...” Xander murmured into the crook of Daddy’s neck, nuzzling and seeking out skin with his mouth. He burrowed his face in harder, taking a deep inhale of Daddy’s woody cologne, prickles of shadow burning on his face like familiar light. Daddy jostled him, bouncing him slightly in his lap to fit in together somehow even closer as lips and tongue tasted his own sweaty skin.
The frantic search for stimulation calmed gradually until Ivan found himself contentedly rocking Xander’s heavy body in his arms, drinking in each one of his eager touches. “You don’t have to be scared anymore.” He murmured, one hand gently lifting Xander’s face until they pressed forehead to forehead. “I’ll protect you, always.”
The deep lines of sincerity were writ on Daddy’s face, the creases at the corners of his tender eyes leading into the wrinkles where his smile shone. Xander nodded as best he could, accepting a gentle whiskery kiss that lingered on his lips and then split them, the taste of something smokey on Daddy’s tongue reminding him just how good this part of play time felt. Xander sighed, melting around the edges while a firm hand traced circles on his back, and just like that the fear was gone. Daddy would protect him and hold him in strong arms that were never really mean and always knew just what he needed. “Thank you.” He whispered as the kiss broke, his voice cracking with it. “I love you, Daddy.”
Ivan’s body throbbed, a voice in the back of his head kindly reminding him that hoo boy this is wrong as fuck only to immediately squashed with his much louder id grabbing for Xander’s hand and guiding it to where he felt the last half hour most. “I’m so proud of you.” He whispered, lips finding their way to the curve of his ear. “Can you feel how much I love you?”
Xander’s fingers traced the thick denim under his palm, very easily feeling the hardness underneath. “Nuh-uh.” He shook his head, offering up an innocent doe-eyed look.
“You need a closer feel.” Ivan answered, knowing full and well it was a lie. No less, he thumbed open the button and tugged his fly down, inviting Xander’s hand to fumble at the waistband of his shorts and tug until his awkward fingers wrapped around the thick shaft of his cock through thin cotton. “I’m in a bit of a state.”
Xander cooed, genuinely pleased with the fullness in his palm, but fully aware that he could get even more. “Wanna feel it.” He pooched out his lower lip, batting his lashes for an extra touch of near-innocence. “Please Daddy?”
A groan bubbled up from Ivan’s chest, with that look he couldn’t have refused if he wanted to. In the moment of absolute clarity between feeling Xander tug at his boxers and shoving down the waistband, he tucked away a tiny reminder to tell Xander just how persuasive his innocent face could be when he really wanted to be naughty. Also, that he was a total brat. Those thoughts were pushed away when thick fingers grasped at the head of his cock and then carefully teased at his skin.
Biting down into his lower lip, Xander slid his fingers down around the base of Daddy’s cock and give a firm appreciative squeeze.. “Big Daddy...” He giggled, cheeky delight tucked behind his mask of innocence.
A gasp escaped, but was then colored with a rumbling moan. “All because of you.” Ivan rocked a little harder then, pitching himself to trap Xander’s hand between them and force just a little more pressure as those smooth fingers began to idly stroke him. “Because you trusted Daddy so much and were such a good boy.”
The whimper that came out was a drastic change from the terrified whine of before, it was needy and eager and just the right amount of embarrassed as Daddy doted on him. His pink cheeks stretched with a wild grin and Xander let himself go just a little limp to rock with Daddy, squeezing and stroking at the length in his hand supported only by Daddy’s strong embrace.
He could come from just that tender touch alone if given the time and inclination to not push even further, but in for a penny in for a pound and if things were going to be naughty he was going to truly spoil his sweet little Xander. “I’m gonna let go and get the slippery stuff, don’t move.”
Xander fussed when Daddy laid out on his back, that warm touch lost for the seconds it took to blindly grope for his nightstand for the bottle, but focused his attention on the exposed length still throbbing against his fingers. He stroked there, faster than before, catching wet beads on his fingertips to draw them back down until Daddy was groaning and bucked back against him. It wasn’t until Ivan’s attention turned back to him that he lifted his moist fingertips to his mouth and idly sucked the sweetness from them.
“Gosh you’re cute...” Ivan sighed, glancing up at the strange tableau of Xander idly suckling his fingers with a nearly vacant look of innocent bliss, all the while rubbing practiced strokes over his cock and teasing out what was very clearly near. “I just wanna eat you all up!” He growled playfully, once more rolling his torso to wrap around him, attacking Xander’s throat with wet sloppy lips and tongue and nibbles of teeth.
Xander squealed and leaned into Daddy’s arms, distracted by the tickle of whiskers and heat rising up all over his body until he felt a strong grasp squeezing his butt ardently and the kindling became a blaze. “Daddy!” He gasped, pushing back as Daddy pulled him forward.
The loud rip of infrequently used velcro cut through their heavy breaths when Ivan tore free the bottom flap under his hand, giving himself full access to his prize. “Cute boys get all the best presents...” He murmured against the crook of Xander’s neck, fingers already tracing the welcoming curve of Xander’s ass, opening his cleft to find his own gift with the pad of his index finger.