He didn’t need practice.
All I could do was continue to shake my head. Both August and Camden had fucked with my head just by being who they were, and I couldn’t say I wanted to get off their joyride.
Maybe I didn’t want the answers straightaway either. Maybe this was one of those times I should just enjoy things while they lasted and let the chips fall where they may.
Camden bit his lip. “Are you okay with me being little, Sir? You’re not talkin’ much.”
Shit. It hadn’t been my intention to make him worry. “Of course I’m okay with it, buddy. It’s just new to me.” I had to be honest about my gawking too. “You’re also really fucking adorable, and I like watching you. It makes me forget to respond sometimes.”
“Oh.” He liked that answer. “Okay, good. I think we should watch the movie now, so you have to get ready.” He got up on his knees and set his soda on the mini fridge, then crawled over to the TV, presumably to insert the DVD.
“I think I’m ready,” I decided. I’d seen a few of the Marvel movies with Nicky already.
Camden peered back at me and scrunched his nose, his butt in the air. “No, you’re not. You can’t wear clothes on movie night. That’s against Daddy’s rules.”
I assumed he meant I couldn’t wear these specific clothes. “I can go change into comfier clothes if you want. I brought sweats and tees.”
He huffed. “That’s clothes too, Sir. You can only wear undies.”
That would pose another problem. I didn’t generally wear any. I was a commando guy.
“Do these rules really apply to me as well?” I asked skeptically. “I’m not wearing anything underneath my jeans, and I’m not sure your Daddy anticipated I’d be naked with his boy five minutes after we met.”
“You hafta follow the rules,” he responded frankly. “And to be honest, Daddy didn’t anticipate much of anything today, cuz I’m a sneaky evil genius.” So he kept saying. “I know him best, though. I knew you’d be perfect, and I was right. Daddy’s a smitten kitten.” He giggled at his own wording and crept closer, still on his knees. “He doesn’t wear any undies either, by the way.”
Good to know. I’d lost the ability to speak again, because Camden was too close. His smooth upper body was mere inches from my face when he reached out and fiddled with one of the buttons on my shirt.
“May I help you with your clothes, Sir?” he asked sweetly.
I swallowed around the buildup of desire and nodded dumbly.
He was an angel. Up close, I could only drink him in. Smooth, pale, flawless skin. Regardless of how young he felt mentally, with or without regression, how could someone go through life for twenty-seven years and not get a single scar?
He’d taken out his piercings for some reason.
I didn’t even ask to touch him. Before I could register it, my hand eased its way up his stomach. Fuck, so soft and smooth.
Camden undid a few of my buttons and then slipped his hand inside my shirt, and my undershirt, to explore my chest with his curious little fingers.
“You have almost as much chest hair as Daddy.”
I looked forward to feeling it against me.
“Where are your piercings?” I wondered.
“I take them off if there’s gonna be playtime.” He continued removing my button-down, and I shrugged out of it and pulled my undershirt over my head before returning to touch him. “Or if I’m cooking.”
Made sense. I’d never seen the piercing in his eyebrow in any of his videos.
Come to think of it, I hadn’t seen the tattoo of the snake recently either.
“Do you cover your tattoo as well?” I asked.
“Nowadays. I didn’t before. I want everything in my videos to be wholesome. Except for my potty mouth.”
I grinned softly and peered up at him. At the same time, I stroked my hand along his thigh. “Your potty mouth is funny.”
He bit his bottom lip and brushed his fingers over my nipples. “It’s the only time I’m allowed to curse.”
I chuckled quietly and dropped my gaze to his thighs and underwear. Of course a mischievous little boy like Camden was going to pack as many curses into his videos if that was the one time it was okay.
As I rubbed him gently around his upper thigh, sliding my hand between his legs every now and then too, I got to see how it affected him. He’d stopped touching me. His breathing was slowly becoming shallow, and his cock was filling out his briefs more and more.
When I drew the pad of my thumb along the soft crease before his briefs took over, he stuttered a breath and clutched my shoulders.
“Do you like it when I touch you here, Camden?”
He nodded quickly. “It feels very, very good.”