“I think we need to go to bed, honey. We agreed on 10 o’clock and we’ve been sitting at the table for over an hour.”
He shifts his weight on my lap. I watch him scroll Reddit over his shoulder. “There’s nothing interesting on there, baby. We already read all the good posts today. You’re just looking for something because you’re tired.”
“Mmm,” he mumbles. I can hear a very quiet, wet noise and I know he’s sucking on his fingers.
I squeeze him. “You don’t want to listen, but it’s time for bed. You’re going to feel better once we get you in bed.” I reach my hands down to his lower belly and sneak them up under his sweater.
“I’m just checking your undies, okay?” I undo his fly and pull on the waistband of his briefs. “You’re a little bit wet, honey. You’ve been sitting here for a while. I bet you need to go pee.”
He shakes his head. “Come on, dude. I know you’ve been holding it. And you’re getting sleepy now, and it’s probably getting harder to hold. Do you need to go pee?”
“Did you realize you were leaking a little bit?”
“Your pants are a little wet,” I reiterate. “Are you feeling tired and warm and little?”
“Do you need your pull-up?”
He clicks on a Reddit post and scrolls down to the comments.
“I think you need a pull-up on, okay?” I reach out and close his laptop. “Come on. Let’s get up and go get ready for bed.”
“I do need to pee,” he says quietly as he stands up. He rubs one foot over the top of the other through his socks, shifting his weight.
“Yeah, I told you. Come on, let’s go to the bathroom and you can do that and then we can get a pull-up on you, okay?”
A little whine escapes him on the way to the bathroom. It sounds involuntary and I know what it means. When we get to the bathroom, there’s a visible wet spot on his pants.
“You can’t hold it anymore. That’s proof you’re too tired to still be in underwear.” I lift the lid of the toilet and he hesitates, one hand squeezing the hem of his sweater.
“Do you want to go in the potty,” I ask, “or do you need your pull-up now?”
“I want to go in my pull-up,” he says quietly.
“Okay, let’s get that on you.” I open the bottom drawer and set one on the counter before turning back and undoing his fly again. Goosebumps spread across his thighs as soon as I pull his pants down and he shivers. “Oh, we need to turn the heat up a little bit, don’t we?”
I help him step into the pull-up, his arms on my shoulders. “Do you want your pants back on?” He nods. “You like these warm, corduroy pants, don’t you? We need to get you another pair before you wear these ones out.” I pull his pants all the way up and do his fly again.
I put the toilet lid back down and sit on top of it. “Come over here.” I pull him onto my lap again. “Are you leaking?”
“Mhm…” I can hear his fingers in his mouth again. “I’m peeing.”
“Okay, just let me know when you’re done and we’ll get you a new pull-up and we can go to bed.”
“No, baby, you aren’t wasting it; you’re using it. You need to wear one right now, and that’s okay.”
“I just know they cost you money. And I feel bad.”
“Shh, sh. You’re just a little sensitive right now because you’re little. It’s okay, honey. You need them and I’m going to keep buying them for you as long as you need them.”
He shifts his weight on my lap, rubbing his bottom on me. The pull-up crinkles under his pants and the corduroy makes that little zip-zip as it rubs against my jeans.
“Are you all done?” No answer. “Do you think you’re all done?”
“I can’t tell. I think I need to go the other way.” His voice is very quiet and shy.
“The way that kind of feels like peeing, too…”
“Ohh…do you mean you want to cum, baby?”
I lean my head on his shoulder and press my cheek against his neck as he nods, face warm.
“I don’t like calling it that.”
“I know, baby. But that’s the word I use, and that’s the word I understand. But I get why you say it feels like needing to pee. Is that confusing when you’re sleepy and little?”
He nods. “It feels kind of the same so sometimes I’m not sure which one I need to do.”
“Well, you’re finished peeing.” I rub my hand over the crotch of his pants. “And you’re a little hard under your pull-up. Do you feel that?” I take his hand and help him cup his crotch. He squirms, squeezing his thighs together.
“Okay, do you want me to do this?” I start to massage him gently and he pushes up into my hand.
His breath catches in his throat and he lets out a muffled grunt. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. Why are your sorry?”
“Do you feel bad that you like this? It’s okay, baby. Is it hurting anyone to want me to put my hand down here when you’re needy and wet?”
“It doesn’t hurt anybody. Look, there’s nobody else even in the room.” I help him undo his fly again so that I can rub his bulge through his pull-up.
“I don’t wanna get pee on your hand,” he says.
“It’s okay. It wouldn’t be the first time. Shh, shh.” I start to rock him as I push the palm of my hand over the front of his pull-up.
“I’m gonna go,” he says quietly. “I’m really close.” His breath hitches in his throat again.
“Are you trying to be quiet? Don’t hold your breath, honey, we talked about this. Breathe, okay?”
He takes a deep, shuddering breath in and I can feel his chest rising. He moans a little as he exhales.
“I’m going to go,” he says again. “I’m almost leaking again.”
I help him through it as he whines, pushing back against my hand.
“There. Do you feel better?”
He leans his head back against my shoulder, panting.
“Are you ready to sleep now?”
“Mhm,” he says. I pull him to his feet. His eyes are half-closed.
“I bet you need me to brush your teeth for you. You look so sleepy.” I help him get up on the counter. “Teeth first and then we’ll get you a new pull-up, okay?”
His head starts to fall forward and I gently lean it back. One of his hands has wandered to the swollen front of his pull-up and is squeezing and rubbing it gently.
“Baby, you’re still sensitive down there. Don’t give yourself a rash, okay? You can do that in bed once we have the new pull-up on.”
He nods and I ease his mouth open. I hope he’s awake enough to help me get his pull-up on. Otherwise, I might need to get him in a tab diaper, and he’ll probably wake up very embarrassed in the morning.
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