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I wrap my arms around Calloway. He struggles at first until he realizes that I’m not going anywhere, that I’ve got him.

My lips venture down to kiss his cheek, and when I make contact, I give him the tenderest, most thoughtful kiss that I can. It’s not on the lips because when I kiss him on the lips for the first time, I want it to be magical. Intentional. There will be no room for ambiguity or doubt. No, this gentle peck is to let Calloway know that his Little brain is overreacting, that I do find him very attractive, and that resisting him is tough. Super tough. Every day, I want to bridge the gap between us and see what awaits me on the other side.

"Listen to me, precious boy. You’re exactly my type. I’d never be with you if you weren’t. The moment you played with me at the Hug Club on our first date, I knew you were the boy I wanted to be with forever. I’m waiting precisely because I want you so badly. If I felt so-so about you, I’d probably accept the gift you’re giving me without worrying too much. That’s not something I’m willing to do. I care about you too much to hurt you. I want us to be together for a long time, and that won’t happen if I make you uncomfortable."

Calloway quits struggling. He surrenders to my embrace, burrowing his head in my chest.

"My wee is achy."

My eyes turn down, and sure enough, his cock is tenting in his onesie. A jolt of something slams through me, electricity that gets me on edge.

"Do you need to use the potty, boy?" I nuzzle his cheek.

Calloway pushes out a strained breath. "No."

"Do you need to wet?"

Calloway shakes his head. "I want something else."

I look at his cock, straining under the fabric of his onesie, and realize that there’s a tiny droplet of pre-cum pooling at the slit. It draws a parallel to the dot his tear traced on his onesie when he cried.

Calloway’s cock is crying for me to show it the same love I show the rest of his body. To be his Daddy in every way.

I twist my fingers through his hair, inhaling the sugary berry scent of his shampoo, my heart settling in my chest as I try to be a good man and ignore his aching cock. I’ve seen it many times before while washing him, even though I try to avert my eyes.

It's a daily fight to not look at Calloway intimately when he doesn’t realize that I'm staring. It’s improper. Consent hasn’t been discussed. In practice, it's not so easy.

"I’m falling asleep, Daddy."

There’s a snuggly rainbow blanket to our left. I pick it up, drape it over our bodies, and kiss Calloway’s forehead. "I’ll carry you to dreamland."

THREE

CALLOWAY

Sometime later

I’m not sure what time it is when my eyes flutter open. How long I’ve slept. How much time I’ve been in the cuddle room.

When I feel Greyson’s big cuddly body under mine, I can’t help but preen. My smile widens, and I wiggle my bum, settling deeper into his round, hairy tummy.

"You’re awake at last, baby boy."

Greyson’s firm fingers thread through mine. Under the rainbow blanket, I stare at his big hand holding mine, and feel so where I’m meant to be that I almost forget that Greyson rejected me yet again before I fell asleep. "Did you sleep, too?"

"I was too busy keeping you safe in dreamland."

"What time is it?"

"I have no idea."

Time doesn’t exist in the cuddle room. I’m not sure why or how, but the door repels it, forcing it back into the real world.

It has no way of oppressing us here.

"I had great dreams, Daddy. I dreamt about the ice cream shop we went to last summer."

"Dino Tracks." Greyson’s voice reassures me that this is the correct one.