Work Text:
Tommy knew a lot of things about Elias. Had known them for many many years in fact. The first time they had met, about six or seven years old, Elias with a thumb still in his mouth during class blushing brightly and just standing there as an older girl called him weird and gross for it.
Tommy had walked right over and covered her mouth with his palm, telling her to stop saying mean things or she’d never have any friends. Tommy and Elias had been pretty much inseparable since, and Tommy had only learned more and more about him.
Like that his favourite ice cream flavour was french vanilla, that he preferred t-shirts over tank tops, that he endured awkward situations with redness on his face and a quiet and demure shift to his personality. That the one time he had tried to ask out a girl he’d gotten a boner from the rejection that neither of them dared to ever mention. That he snuck looks in the bathrooms and gym changing rooms far more than any of the other boys. That whenever they both babysat Tommy’s younger brother, Mason, Elias would sneak long glances at the TV showing kiddy cartoons as if mesmerized. That whenever Tommy wrapped an arm around Elias he’d relax into it, as if desperate for the touch. That he always drank far more water than anyone he’d ever met, but almost never asked to go to the bathroom.
Tommy knew what Elias was, knew what he was into, but he’d tried to be slow about it, let the other teen tell him about his feelings, his interests, but…
Then the school trip happened, the peeing happened, and well… they were going on dates now, at least. Had been for a few months. Tommy especially liked to take Elias to the mall, to spend money on him, just to see that pleased and embarrassed blush on his face. To buy him lunches and early dinners and snacks, to feed them to him, to watch him laugh and look around nervously, as if afraid of people talking…
Tommy wished he wouldn’t do that, think so badly of other people.
“What’re you thinking about?” Elias asked beside him, knocking him from his recollections.
Tommy chuckled softly to hide internal startling. “You,” he answered honestly.
Elias turned away, squeezing their joined hands. “Shut up,” he muttered.
Tommy merely smiled. “But then who’d order your pizza for you?”
Elias admitted defeat with an exaggerated sigh.
“Fine, don’t shut up, I guess,” he said with a pout.
Tommy felt his smile get bigger as he leaned his body over to grab at Elias’ far back pocket, sliding his hand into it and pulling their hips together.
“Good boy,” he whispered in the other’s ear.
Tommy would never tire of just how prettily Elias blushed.
****
Elias needed new clothes for the next school year, and Tommy had told both their parents they could buy their own clothes. So they were at the mall again, doing the boring kind of shopping, looking at all the different stores and what they offered.
Tommy had offered Elias a skirt to try on as a joke, which had gotten him a very embarrassed glare, but it was worth it.
But then the boy had paused, gone very still with a strange expression on his face, looking over Tommy’s shoulder. Tommy turned around to see some very pale blue overalls, right at the edge of the women’s section, covered with little cartoon rabbits. They were… cute. Childish.
“Do you want them?” Tommy asked quietly.
Elias’ lips and chin quivered.
“Eli?”
Elias shook his head slowly, then faster. “N-no, no, I don’t want them, they just… caught my eye.”
Tommy knew he was lying, but he didn’t push it, wouldn’t push it.
A similar incident happened later, when they were buying new underwear. They were shopping for clothes already so why not?
Tommy had frowned at all the bland black/white/blue/grey options in the men’s section and then gently elbowed Elias next to him.
“All these brands are so lame, remember when we used to have batman underwear or pairs with rocket ships on them?”
Instead of the smile he’d expected, Elias frowned, looking at the bundle currently in Tommy’s hand.
“Yeah,” he said quietly.
Tommy didn’t understand his boyfriend’s expression, wished he did. He’d always been able to tell what Elias was feeling, what was causing his moods, but this… this was new.
Or maybe it wasn’t, Tommy realized, once he was back home and little Mason was staring at the TV as Disney’s Winnie the Pooh played on the screen. Maybe it was just something a little more buried than even his interest in humiliation. In piss.
****
“So, what are your thoughts on diapers?” Tommy asked the next time they had a room to themselves.
Elias’ mouth gaped open, red rushing over his entire face.
“W-w-what?”
Tommy didn’t let his expression waver, to make sure he seemed as open and earnest as always, as Elias would no doubt need him to be.
“What are. Your thoughts. On diapers?” Tommy asked again, clearly enunciating the words. “For like, sex stuff?”
The blush travelled to Elias’ neck. “W-w-why, how would… What would we use them for?”
Tommy tilted his head. “Eli, you’re like really into pee. Into holding your pee. Into holding it until you can barely make it to the bathroom on time.”
Elias pressed his lips together, eyebrows scrunching nervously. “A-and?”
Tommy took hold of Elias’ wrists, holding them both between his hands. “What if I want to see you make a mess?” he asked brightly. “See your face as you piss all over yourself. We could even do it outside and only we would know, and the only thing that would be there to stop you from revealing how dirty you are would be the diaper around your waist.”
His voice had taken a teasing turn at the end and by the time Tommy had stopped talking Elias was firmly looking away, but his boner was clearly showing through his shorts.
Tommy kissed Elias’ knuckles, like his dad used to do for him as a younger Tommy.
“I’ll take that as a yes, dirty boy.”
****
The first time they tried the diaper thing they were looking after Mason together and Elias would not stop fidgeting. Tommy kept having to grab his wrists so he’d stop adjusting his pants every thirty seconds.
“Do you want my little brother to figure out what you’re wearing and tell my parents? I know you’re into humiliation but that seems like a bit much even to me, dirty boy,” he asked in the safety of the kitchen as they made dinner. Tommy’s parents were out on a date night and knew that he could feed all of them.
Elias’ cheeks went dusty pink. “N-no,” he mumbled.
Tommy pressed a fourth glass of water into his hands. “Then stop adjusting it, silly!”
“It’s just… is weird. Feels weird around… my parts” Elias said after a moment, looking away and taking a sip of his drink.
Tommy filed away the sound of Elias saying ‘parts’ like that, whiney and pitched. He kinda liked it.
Tommy turned from the meat he was browning and smiled at his boyfriend. “You’ll get used to it.”
The look Elias made when he realized Tommy had not stated a time frame was precious. Soft and embarrassed as his fingers danced on the surface of his glass, shoulders hunched together and elbows tucked into his sides as his feet twisted inwards.
“You… you wanna do this again… already?”
Tommy hummed and nodded as he stirred some lemon juice into the soon-to-be taco meat, mainly for the citric acid content.
“I like the way you’re all shifty because of it,” Tommy admitted as he kept stirring, not looking behind him. “Even if you don’t like using it… seeing you feel it is… it’s cute.”
A soft sound, an exhale as Elias opened his mouth but didn’t speak. That was his touched sound, the one he only made when he felt appreciated or loved or cared for. The one Tommy wished he could hear every day.
****
Elias had managed to hold out until after his parents got back, squirming and softly whimpering as they shared Tommy’s bed.
Tommy held him close as he leaned against the wall, softly rocking back and forth. Though, he didn’t think Elias noticed that through his shivering and shudders.
“You can safeword out, if you want to use the toilet instead of the diaper,” he whispered.
He felt Elias shake his head. “This isn’t a cranberry situation,” he mumbled, voice a bit wet. “I just… The embarrassment is different… new.”
Elias breathed out softly. “I want… I wanna know, if I like it or not.”
“You wanna know if you like making a mess of yourself? Being a dirty messy boy?” Tommy asked, whispered huskily into Elias’ ear.
Elias’ hands flew up to his face, covering it and whining desperately as he nodded, even though Tommy could only see the back of his head.
Tommy squeezed his arms, hugging Elias tight. “It’s okay baby, if you wanna make a mess,” he said softly, patiently. “Even if you’re dirty you’re still a good boy.”
A shaky breath in, and Tommy felt Elias’ belly shudder under his palm.
“Don’t make a mess, don’t make a mess, don’t make a mess, don’t make a mess,” Elias started whispering as he got rocked, feet not quite kicking but definitely not staying still as he tried to manage the pressure of his bladder.
Tommy clicked his tongue. “Sweetie, baby, the point is to make a mess.”
“Bu-bu-bu-but…” his voice went high and soft, rounded and breathy.
Tommy moved his hand from Elias’ belly and started to pet his hair slowly, humming a song his mother used to sing to him before bed. He didn’t remember the words, but he knew the melody.
“It’s okay, Lia,” he said as softly as he could, after. “You can go if you want to.”
Elias hiccuped and Tommy felt a tear drip from the boy’s face onto the arm he was using to hold his chest in place, and then…
A soft staticy noise, a rushing wet sound.
Tommy rocked Elias more, shushing him as he made soft little crying sounds, the smell of piss filling the room.
“I got you, it’s okay, it’s okay,” Tommy repeated. “You’re being such a good boy, filling your diaper for me.” He didn’t dare call himself anything, like big brother or daddy or whatnot. He was sure that would be too much too fast for Elias, especially if he hadn’t figured it out for himself that he was into that sort of thing.
A louder hiccup, followed by trailing sobs as the smaller boy’s piss finally stopped.
“I-I-I’m so messy,” Elias mumbled, voice still small.
More soft pets. “I know baby, but that’s what washcloths are for.”
He wrapped his arms around Elias’ chest, pulling them both off of the bed and carrying the smaller teen to the bathroom. He placed the boy down on his feet, watching him shiver from the slightly cooler air of the room.
“Do you wanna clean yourself?” he asked gently.
Elias shook his head, silent. His eyes were wide and soft, a few tears staining his reddened cheeks. Every part of his expression screamed ‘take care of me, please’.
It was the most beautiful expression Tommy had seen on him, other than his soft and affectionate smile.
Tommy grabbed a dry washcloth and then knelt, undoing the boy’s pants and then carefully pulling the tabs on the diaper, trying not to make them too loud. He carefully picked up some trash from the bin and buried the diaper under it, so it -hopefully- wouldn’t be found. He then gently wiped Elias’ crotch and thighs, around his bum and between the cheeks.
“All done, baby,” he said as he pulled Elias’ pants up.
A soft sniffle. “Tt-thank you.”
Tommy hugged him gently, guiding him back to his room. “Anything for my baby.”
****
Tommy wasn’t quite sure where to go after the diaper, how to subtly point Elias in the direction of realizing he was -what research had told Tommy at least- was called a Little. Buying him something like a pacifier or a bottle would be… too direct. He’d already managed to make Elias fall into the headspace, at least a little bit, he was sure of it, but asking if Elias wanted to call him ‘Daddy’ would be… that was something else entirely, even if there was crossover between Daddy Kink and Age Play. That would be too much, he thought, unless Elias knew, realized, the context. And there was no way to know he would even want to refer to Tommy as his Daddy.
Maybe… a toy? Something non-sexual for sure, even though that first foray into diapers hadn’t caused orgasms that had definitely been sexual for them.
No, no wait! Clothes! When they were clothes shopping Elias had looked at the overalls.
****
Tommy left the overalls on his bed, folded nicely very visible, right where Elias would see them when he came over.
The doorbell rang and Tommy rushed down, smiling when Elias’ soft face was revealed.
“Hi, Eli,” he said, giving his boyfriend a quick kiss.
“Hello, Tommy,” Elias responded, cheeks pink.
He turned around, waving his arm towards the stairs. “Come on! I bought you something!”
Tommy waited just inside the doorway and watched as Elias’ face went blank when he saw the overalls sitting on his bed. He’d bought other things, of course, but he’d present those later. Much later.
Elias walked over and lifted the overalls by one of its straps. “T-Tommy?” he asked hesitantly.
Tommy frowned. “Do you not like them? I… I was sure you’d like them.”
Elias’ mouth pressed into a line. “I…” he trailed off.
Tommy took a step closer. “Eli?”
Elias swallowed nothing, neck bobbing slowly. “They… they’re girl clothes.”
Tommy took another step closer. “No, they’re Eli clothes. Because I bought them for you.”
“But… they came from the women’s section.”
Tommy reached out and grabbed Elias’ free hand. “Do you not want them? When they caught your eye, I thought… I thought you’d wanted to wear them.”
Elias rubbed a thumb over the denim strap. “I…”
Tommy waited, patient.
“People at school will make fun of me, won’t they?”
Tommy squeezed his hand. “You don’t have to wear them to school, you can just wear them around me, if you want. I-I bought them for you, I won’t make fun of you.”
“You… You won’t think I look like a girl, o-or a k-k-kid?”
“Eli…” Tommy breathed out, “I don’t care what you look like or what you wear. You’re my boyfriend . The only thing I care about is you .”
Elias turned and wrapped his arms around Tommy in a crushing hug, silent tears sinking into his shoulder.
Tommy stroked a hand down his back until he stopped.
****
They were watching a movie, at Elias’ house. Disney’s Robin Hood, to be precise.
“My younger brother watched this movie on the VCR so often he wore out not only my patience, but also the tape. It was multiple watchings a day, sometimes.”
Tommy smiled. “And you still agreed to watch it with me?”
Elias looked away to munch on some popcorn, clearly hiding a blush. “I’ve never watched it with you before,” he mumbled, before taking a sip of water.
Tommy leaned his head onto Elias’ shoulder, feeling contentedness fill his heart even as that ever-present question in the back of his mind weighed him down.
‘ How would you feel about pretending to be a little boy? ’
It had only been three days since the overalls, a week and a half since the diapers. Yet it didn’t feel fast enough. He… he wanted to know, it was constantly clawing at the edges of his mind.
‘ Would you like to be a little boy? Would you like to be a little boy? Would you like to be a little boy? Would you like to be a little boy? ’
“What…” Tommy closed his mouth with a click, realizing it had moved faster than his mind.
Elias turned and blinked at him. “What?…”
Tommy’s mind whirled, thinking of anything he could relate back to the Big Question, anything at all that would progress them closer to either of them figuring it out, knowing once and for all. Without scaring Elias away.
“What… hap-,” Tommy swallowed, buying time, “what happened to the stuffed animals you used to own, as a kid?”
Elias’ neck turned, the shift of fabric on fabric as he looked at Tommy and then back to the screen.
“Some went to my brother, others are in the attic.”
That didn’t feel like the whole story. Tommy reached out and grabbed Elias’ hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, an encouraging and affectionate gesture.
“I…” a soft breath in the quiet and dark. They’d both stopped paying attention to the movie.
“I still have one, under my bed,” Elias admitted. “He was my favourite.”
“What was he?” Tommy asked. “A bear?”
A soft shake of the head. “A rabbit, soft and brown. With green eyes. I…” He hung his head and gave a soft short chuckle.
“The name that came on his tag was Thomas,” he nearly whispered. “I… I’d pretend he was you when I couldn’t sleep, because his eyes looked so much like yours.”
Tommy blinked and turned to his boyfriend, feeling his heart beating wildly in his chest, his fingers and cheeks go warm as blood flooded through him quickly.
He lifted a hand and held Elias by his jaw, turning him so they were facing each other.
“Elias Carter, you are the sweetest boy I have ever met,” Tommy said with awe, “also I must now meet my lagomorphic namesake, you realize that, right?”
Even with only the light of the TV shining on them he could see Elias blush so fiercely, so beautifully, as he nodded.
Tommy pulled him in for a kiss.
****
Saturday morning, bright and early, Tommy raced over to Elias’ house, intent on being there before the other woke up. He had a plan for today, one that ideally involved being at his boyfriend’s house before the other boy woke up.
Mrs. Carter opened the door and let him in without a word, a gentle smile on her face that Elias had clearly gotten from her.
Tommy didn’t really want to think if there was anything else he got from her.
“He’s still asleep,” she said to him, “I’m actually surprised you’re up this early, mister!”
Tommy smiled at her. “I wanted to give him a surprise, something little, but still unexpected.”
Mrs. Carter chuckled. “You two are too adorable.”
Tommy smiled wider, feeling his cheeks go a bit pink.
“Thank you,” he said, before racing up the stairs.
Elias’ eyes fluttered awake the moment Tommy opened his creaking door, his drowsy gaze floating over to him. The door was the only thing Elias didn’t like about his new, just-for-him, room but the privacy was obviously quite worth it, at least to Tommy.
“Hi, Baby,” Tommy greeted.
“T-Tommy?” Elias asked, voice sleepy but also high and soft like it had been after the first diaper scene.
Tommy walked over and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Yeah, Baby, it’s me.”
Elias smiled up at him, eyes adoring. “H-hai.”
Tommy licked his lips, feeling the weight of the object he had in his pocket weigh him down as if it were fifty times as massive as it actually was.
“Are… Are you ‘Little’, right now?” he asked softly, so softly.
Elias blinked up at him, the look in his eyes going away, getting less sweet and soft, but still just as sleepy and kind.
“‘Little’?” he asked, voice halfway to just normal drowsy.
Tommy worried at his bottom lip. “Do you feel… younger?”
Elias blinked and the look in his eyes went away. “Tommy, what does that mean?”
Tommy clenched his fingers in the material of his pants and let out a breath before he sat down on Elias’ bed.
“I’ve been re-, I researched something… because I thought… maybe you… you might be into it.”
“W-what did you research?” Elias asked, soft and… almost scared sounding.
“There are… People… and… They like to pretend that… that they’re… younger. Younger than they actually are. Sometimes it’s sexual and sometimes it’s not, and it’s fine because they’re not actually children, an-”
“Tommy, what are you saying?”
Tommy’s mouth clicked shut, teeth pressing into his gums.
“You…” he took a deep breath in, not looking at his boyfriend. “You looked sad, about not having colourful underwear anymore, when we went shopping. You’ve always snuck glances at Mason’s TV shows when we watch him. You sucked your thumb well into fourth grade, nearly messed up your teeth. You love it when I care for you, shampoo your hair in the shower, give you hugs, even touch you. You let me feed you all the time even though you hate people seeing it. You blush like a five year old and…”
Tommy took another breath. “After we tried the diapers you… you got all small.”
“Small?” Elias asked in a voice so tiny and unsure that Tommy whipped his head towards his boyfriend, watching as a soft blush spread over his face slowly.
“What do you mean by small?”
Tommy smiled gently. “You let me pick you up, call you baby. Your face looked so wide and innocent just from your eyes, and you just stood there as I wiped you down. And when you thanked me… you didn’t say it right. You slurred on the ‘th’, making it a ‘tt’. You seemed… little.”
Elias’ eyes got wet. “What… I don’t, Tommy, I…”
Tommy pulled him up gently by his face, cradling it in his hands.
“I need you to think about this, very carefully, okay Elias? And even if it takes you a few days, I want to know the honest answer. Because no matter what I will love you and care for you, I just want to know if there’s another way I can do that, can make you happy.”
Elias nodded slowly, blinking wet, but not yet properly crying.
“Would you like to pretend to be a little boy?” Tommy finally asked out loud. “That means ever under any circumstances that involve only you and me. Would you like to pretend to be a-, be my little boy?”
Elias blinked. “I…”
Tommy cut him off. “Just think about it, for a few days. You can even ask me for research links or whatever, just…” he pressed a kiss to Elias’ forehead, “think about it, sweetheart, okay?”
Elias nodded and Tommy ignored the weight of the pacifier he had carried here with him.
****
If I said yes, would I need anything?
Tommy blinked at the text for only a moment before replying.
Maybe a little backpack, to carry things like clothes to change into. I already have enough stuff for us to experiment with
Tommy waited, long moments passing with nothing and then:
Okay.
Okay. That… that sounded like agreement. Tommy felt a sparkle of peace settle inside of him. Maybe, just maybe this would turn out alright.
****
Tommy opened his door to reveal Elias, wearing softly worn jeans and a bright shirt. Nothing abnormal, but absolutely telling. Pale and bright colours.
He had a tiny, bright red, plastic backpack on, and an expression that read of discomfort as his head hung just a bit.
“Hi,” Tommy said, hoping it sounded as friendly as always.
“They’re not home,” Elias said quietly.
Tommy tilted his head just slightly. “What?”
Elias reached up to fiddle with the straps of his backpack.
“My parents… Aren’t home.”
Oh.
Tommy turned back into the house, shouting into the living room.
“Hey, mom, I’m gonna head to Eli’s.”
Before she answered back he quickly waved Elias up the stairs to his room, to gather things to put in his little backpack.
Tommy opened his closet and pulled out the box he’d been storing the stuff he’d bought in, pulling out three shirts, two pairs of shorts, a packet of superhero-themed underwear, a kid’s drawing book with crayons, and the pacifier.
He held out the stack of mostly clothes for Elias to look at, his expression not changing.
“Are…” Tommy pulled the stack back a few inches, “are you sure you wanna do this?”
Elias looked away, down. “You were right before, about what I liked,” he muttered. “I just… I’m scared.”
Tommy put the stack of things down on his bed. “Eli…”
“Lia,” Elias interrupted him. “C-call me, call me Lia… please.”
Tommy pulled him into a hug. “Lia, it’s okay to be scared.”
Lia was shaking, just a little bit. “I… I wanna like it, but I don’t know what it means , what it’ll b-be like… to be small,” he whispered.
“Sweetie, baby,” Tommy said soothingly, “why are you scared of that, if-if you think you’ll like it?”
A few soft pants, a whimper.
“I… I’m scared of how much I’ll like it,” Lia whispered.
Tommy hugged him tighter. “Oh, sweetie, just you wait, just you wait. You’ll think you were such a silly boy for crying.”
A quiet sob left Lia’s mouth and Tommy just held him until he stopped.
****
They stood in Elias’ room, three tops, three underwear, and three bottoms placed on his bed. Elias himself was naked, staring at the options.
“Pick what you think would… make you feel the right amount of small,” Tommy lamely said.
“I don’t know,” Lia whispered, his voice already halfway soft and high. It had been for the whole walk from Tommy’s house.
Tommy held him from behind, rocking back and forth on his feet. “How old do you wanna feel, sweetheart? Do you wanna be three? Six? Nine?”
Lia took in a shaky breath. “I wanna wear the spiderman undies, please.”
Tommy kissed the back of his neck. “Good boy, Lia, so good for choosing.”
He hunched in on himself a bit, but Tommy could see the redness on his ears. Lia liked being praised, just like Elias.
“Do you want d-,” Tommy nearly choked on his spit in order to stop the D-word from leaving his mouth, “Do you want me to pick the rest, hm?”
Lia slowly nodded.
Tommy moved over and picked up the blue shirt with the dinosaur on it, then the red shorts with the cool sporty white stripe down the outer side, as well as the spiderman undies, of course.
“You’ll look like your favourite hero with these on, won’t you?” Tommy said with a smile as he held out the shorts.
Elias gulped, but slowly put on the offered clothes, movements a little clumsy, as if he didn’t have full control of his limbs. Like a child.
The shirt slipped over his head, and Tommy was brought face to face with Little. Sweetness and softness and affection, carefulness and curiosity and… Lia.
“Hi, baby boy, hi, Lia,” Tommy greeted him. “That’s you right?”
A small soft smile spread over Lia’s face. “Yea, ttat’s me.”
His voice was high and airy, pitchy and off-tone. Beautiful and small.
Tommy pressed a kiss to his cheek. “How old are you, sweetness?”
Lia bit his lip and looked away, but it wasn’t avoidance, it was the coy shyness of childhood.
“I’m six,” he said softly. “A-an’ you’re really pretty.” He then stuck his thumb in his mouth, no pacifier needed.
Tommy chuckled. “Thank you, Lia, that’s very kind of you.”
The boy blushed and looked away, eyes fluttering.
Tommy picked him up by his armpits, pulling him into his lap as he sat them on the bed.
“I should have asked this before, I think,” Tommy started, “but, what do you wanna do sweetness? We don’t have to do naughty things if you don’t want to, but that doesn’t mean we can’t. Or, you can just feel small, or watch the TV or colour, if you want.”
Lia fiddled his fingers, pressing the pads of each finger to its opposite.
“Can… can I try naughties and… and tten say no?” he asked, vowels rounded and slow.
Tommy kissed his cheek again. “Of course you can sweetness.”
Lia smiled and pressed a kiss to Tommy’s cheek.
“Can… can I have some w-water first?” Lia asked.
Tommy blinked, expression wiping away before flaring back up with a smile.
“You wanna be really naughty, huh, baby?” Tommy teased, rubbing his nose into the boy’s cheek. “Wanna be a dirty little boy, don’t you?”
Lia covered his face not with his hands, but with his arms, flinging them over his face to hide his eyes.
“M-m-maybe,” he muttered, face noticeably red even with his arms in the way.
Tommy smiled softly and pulled Lia’s arms down, pressing a kiss to his nose. “Let’s go downstairs then, baby, and I’ll get you a glass, alright?”
Lia blushed, looking down at his lap. “O-okie.”
****
Lia had drowned down six glasses in about an hour, which was plenty of time since human kidneys cleaned out your blood about 60 times a day -Tommy had checked Wikipedia’s sources to confirm this fact, he was pretty sure it was right- he had to have been feeling at least something by now, but he was still happily humming as he coloured a kitten in with a purple crayon. Seated in his lap was Thomas, the brown bunny with the green eyes.
It was really cute, actually. And if this was all that Lia got up to, well, that was okay. This was all to make Lia feel happy, feel small, and whatever it required for him to do that.
“You feeling okay, kiddo?” Tommy asked, just to be sure.
The boy nodded, humming a yes noise.
“Do you… like being little, like this?” Tommy asked.
The boy paused. “Ttat…” he paused for a moment, clearly struggling. “Ttat’s a big question.”
Tommy did not miss the clear emphasis on big.
Tommy licked his lips. “Okay, then, uh… Are you happy, right now? Like this, with me?”
Lia turned around and frowned at him. “Are you sad, Tommy? I can give you my bunny if you’re sad.”
Tommy went over and kneeled down to pull Lia into a hug. “Sweetie, no, your bunny is for you, but thank you so much for offering.”
Lia smiled down at Thomas, playing with his ears.
Tommy pulled away, still smiling at his little boy.
“Do you wanna just keep colouring?” he asked. “Earlier you said you wanted to try naughty stuff, but… I don’t know if you changed your mind.”
Lia blinked up at him with wide eyes, mouth slightly gaping.
“Oh!” he gasped. “I forgot!”
Tommy chuckled. “You forgot, baby?”
Lia leaned down to press a clearly reddening face into his bunny. “I forgot I wanted to naughty,” he mumbled.
Tommy ruffled his hair. “We still can, if you want to. I just wanna know if you gotta go pee yet.”
Lia looked up at him and wiggled where he sat, making thinking noises, he even looked between his bunny and his empty glass a few times.
He grabbed the glass with both hands and held it out to Tommy, clearly for him to take it.
“I… two more? Please?” he asked sweetly.
Tommy ruffled his hair. “Sure, baby boy, sure.”
****
Lia’s bladder was definitely full by the time Tommy had two fingers inside his hole, gently scissoring the now whimpering boy. He was… noisier, like this.
“You’re such a loud baby, aren’t you sweetheart?” Tommy teased.
Lia threw his arms over his face again, the only sound out of him being ‘mm!-mm!-mm!” every time Tommy slid a finger over his prostate.
He was really glad that his bathtub was able to comfortably hold the both of them laying down, at least with him sitting next to Lia, as what he had planned would definitely have ruined his bed since he neglected to own any plastic sheets.
“Do you know what I’m doing to you sweetheart, or is this your first time?” he asked, wondering if Lia had the state of mind to role play when he was like this.
“I don-, I don-, I don’t know!!” he wailed, arms going back to his sides. “Y-your fingers feel weird i-inside me.”
Satisfaction curled up in Tommy’s groin, turning warm and pleased.
“Good weird or bad weird, honey?”
A small hiccup. “G-g-good weird.”
Tommy pressed a kiss to the swell of Lia’s belly, watching it quiver with his every breath.
“Do you know what’s gonna happen if I keep touching you here, inside you?”
Shaky breaths, rapid in and out. “I-I-I’m gonna peeeeeeee!”
Tommy leaned over and licked at Lia’s cockhead, the head glistening and wet with pre, new dribbles flowing out with every push of Tommy’s fingers.
“I mean, maybe,” Tommy said, teasing at putting his mouth on Lia’s cock, “if you wanna be a messy boy.”
A long whine left Lia’s mouth and a small spurt of piss shot off and hit the wall with a wet ‘sh!’ noise as Tommy drew away.
“Don’t be messy, don’t be messy, don’t be messy…” Lia started chanting under his breath, like he had before with the diaper.
Tommy pressed his nose where Lia’s balls met his cock, rubbing at it with a little bunny kiss.
“I can help you not be messy, if you want,” Tommy said, leaning back but wrapping a hand around Lia’s hard shaft, still gently massaging the boy’s prostate.
Lia’s whole body was shaking now, and another spurt of piss left him on another whine.
“P-p-please, d-d-d-”
“Don’t worry, Daddy’s got you,” Tommy said almost absentminded, rubbing his thumb over the root of Lia’s cock, the little bulge behind his balls. And then leaned over and wrapped Lia’s cock in his lips.
Lia jolted as if shocked. “N-n-no! Daddy, ttat’s dirty!! ” He then trailed off into shuddering hiccupy sobs as another spurt of piss jumped out and right into Lia’s waiting mouth. Right into his Daddy’s mouth.
It tasted… fine. Clear, watery, a bit bitter. A tiny hint of sweetness. He gulped it down and sat back up.
“It’s delicious, sweetheart, not dirty.”
Lia’s whole body rocked side to side as he shook his head, as if refusing to believe him. That was okay.
Tommy leaned back down, wrapping Lia’s cock in his lips once more, slowly bobbing his head as he continued to rub Lia’s prostate from both inside and out. There was no way he would be able to hold out much longer, not with this much stimulation. He’d either piss or cum quite soon. Probably both.
Tommy couldn’t wait.
“D-D-Daddy, n-no, s-stop!!” Lia continued to wail. But no cranberries, not yet. “Is dirty dirty dirty! No touching ttere!”
Tommy pinched his fingers on Lia’s prostate and felt the shudder as slick pre flowed over his tongue.
“But you feel so good,” Tommy said as he pulled up for a moment, licking up and down the shaft between words. “Look at how much you’re shaking sweetheart, look at how hard you are for me, don’t you like what I’m doing to you?”
Shaky, shudderingly deep breaths. “D-D-Daddy, I can’t hold it any longer…” he trailed off, voice wavering as his body spasmed.
Tommy pressed another kiss to his belly and added a third finger. “Do you want Daddy’s cock in you? Once you pee?” he asked.
Lia’s back arched and he whined so nice and pretty. “Please!!”
Tommy latched his mouth back on his little boy’s cock, feeling his mouth fill up only a moment later with the boy’s watery piss, his stomach filling slowly as he gulped and gulped and gulped, the warmth flowing into him for nearly a minute until Lia was left a sniffling mess, only a little bit of piss having dribbled past Tommy’s lips to spill over his crotch.
He pulled off with a gasp and instantly reached his free hand out to rub over the boy’s now flattened stomach, soothing shushes falling from his lips.
“Sh, shh, it’s over now baby, such a sweet tasting baby, barely messy at all, you get your prize now, don’t you? Shh, shh.”
A shaky breath and a gulp. “Daddy… is gonna put his penis in my bum?”
Tommy kissed his belly a third time. “And we’ll both feel very good, won’t we? My penis is going to feel so much better in you than my fingers,” he curled them as a reminder, the boy gasping and his cock drooling, “just imagine what my penis will feel like.”
He pulled his fingers out and turned Lia over, knees bent under him in a perfect presenting pose.
“You’re so open for me baby,” Tommy said, sliding his fingers over the other boy’s hole.
Lia’s hips arched, trying to push against his digits.
Tommy pulled his hand back and chuckled. “Uh-uh sweetie, it isn’t finger time anymore. That ended when I helped you not make a mess of yourself and drank all that sweet nectar of yours.”
“B-b-but Dad-”
Tommy stuck his tongue out and let drool from his mouth flow out and into Lia’s waiting hole. The boy stilled, and then whined so prettily, arms coming forwards to cover his mouth.
“What a good, dirty boy,” Tommy praised and teased at the same time, sitting up so he could position his cock correctly. “Just letting me spit in his hole like that, what will the other boys say?”
And before Lia could answer Tommy slid into the waiting heat, the soft flesh tight but not resistant.
“Oh, oh, Lia, good boy, so good, so warm and tight inside.”
A single long and high pitched whimper left Lia’s mouth.
“Oh, does that feel good?” Tommy asked, slowly rocking back and forth. “Does baby like his Daddy’s cock inside him?”
A nod and a confirming whimper, hips trying to push back against Tommy’s shallow thrusts.
“Oh, baby, such a good baby, look at you!” Tommy praised. “Rocking back against me so nicely.”
“F-f-feels s-so good w-w-with Daddy inside…” Lia whimpered.
Tommy grabbed Lia by the hips and slowly sped up his pace, listening to the noises falling from Lia’s mouth get higher and higher and faster and faster.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” he was chanting, seemingly on a cycle of just saying his name and rocking back onto his cock.
“I got you baby, I got you,” Tommy reminded him as he felt Lia clench so deliciously.
“M-my good spot, daddy,” Lia whined, “it feels so good when daddy’s cock touches it!”
Tommy leaned down and pressed a kiss to Lia’s shoulder, thrusting as fast as he could make himself, feeling his orgasm coming up quickly.
“Oh yeah, is daddy making you feel really good?” he asked.
And then he sucked with his lips, pulling a hickey into existence on Lia’s skin.
“Ye-e-e-esssss,” Lia began to sob, body shivering and shaking as he clenched even harder, thrusting becoming difficult for Tommy with all the resistance, making his cock and balls ache .
“Lia loves daddy!!!” The little boy whined as his back arched perfectly, letting Tommy’s cock slot in deeper inside him.
Tommy came, a long deep moan pulled from him as Lia’s hole fluttered from his own orgasm around Tommy’s cock. He took deep breaths, trying to keep his brain working, but he couldn’t think through the haze of ‘wow, I just came’ and ‘oh god I’m so sweaty’ running through his head.
Lia was still flexing his hips, and he was crying on Tommy’s cock.
Tommy gathered him up in his arms. “Whoa, hey, nono, baby, stop, stop! You’re gonna hurt yourself!”
“But it felt so goo-oo-ood!” he sobbed. “I wanna keep feeling good, daddy!”
Tommy rested his forehead against Lia’s neck. “Sweetie, that good spot inside you is a muscle, doing too much is gonna make it sore, you don’t want that, do you?”
A sniffle. “N-n-no.”
A soft kiss to his nape. “Then let daddy pull out and shower us both, and then… nap time? Hm? And then after that you can go back to being big again, okay?”
Lia relaxed into his hold. “Wh-why not big…now?” he asked.
Tommy squeezed him. “I did naughties with little Lia, little Lia should be the one to get all cared for after, yeah? Big Eli didn’t get naughties, did he?”
Lia shook his head and Tommys smiled, leaning over to turn on the tap.
“Such a good boy for daddy, Lia, so good.”
Lia pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Love daddy,” he said sweetly.
Tommy felt his heart shimmer , so so glad that he was able to make Lia feel like that, love him enough, to allow him the chance to see Elias like this.
“And daddy loves you too, big or small.”