"Thank you, little one," I told him again. "Thank you for sharing that with me, and for trusting me to take care of you."
Izzy lifted his arms to wrap me in a hug. "Thank you for giving me everything I need."
I scooped him off of the table and carried him and Flopsy into the living room. Once we were settled in on the sofa together, I placed an order with the pizza shop fifty three floors down and brought up the movie app on my television for Izzy to pick what he liked.
We stuffed ourselves full of cheese pizza before snuggling under Izzy's rainbow blanket to watch "The Little Mermaid". He loved the bright colors and fun songs, but his favorite part was the talking crab. Izzy tried to imitate its Jamaican accent; it wasn't even close, but it was adorable.
I felt guilty that I didn't have any desserts or treats for my boy until I remembered the lollipop I bought him the night before. I retrieved it from the things he brought from his apartment and Izzy happily licked away as we watched the singing sea creatures save the day.
"Dat was a great movie, mon," Izzy said once the film stopped, and I chuckled at his accent attempt.
"I liked it too," though my favorite part was watching him enjoy it. "It's getting late, little one. Are you starting to get sleepy?"
"Nope. My sucker gave me energy and I'm ready to play some more."
I shook my head at his big, cheesy smile. "It's nine o'clock, Izzy. That's not play time; it's sleepy time."
"But Daddy, I really do have energy! Look; my eyes aren't droopy at all." He popped his eyes open as widely as possible and I laughed again.
"I can see that. Okay, we don't have to go to bed yet, but I think I know something that will relax you; how about I give you a nice warm bubble bath?"
"That's a great idea! Race you there!" He leapt from the couch and hustled towards the bathroom; my boy certainly did have a lot of energy. When I crossed through the living area and stepped into the bathroom, Izzy was sitting on the closed toilet wearing a triumphant grin. "I won."
"Yes you did. For your prize, you get to pick which bubbles you want in your bath." He clapped as I grabbed a couple of bottles from the cabinet. I planned on buying scents that were more fun, but for the time being, his only options were vanilla or lavender.
"Hmm." Izzy studied each bottle. "Let's go with vanilla; then my bath will smell like a big sugar cookie."
"Good choice." I plugged the drain and turned the taps, making sure the water wasn't too hot or cold. I turned to Izzy and asked, "Are you wet again? If so, I need to wipe you down before you get in."
"Nope, I'm dry."
"Okay then, let's get these clothes off of you." By the time I had Izzy stripped down, the tub was half full of water. I poured in a generous amount of vanilla soap and watched as bubbles climbed up the sides of the basin.
I turned off the taps and held Izzy's hand to help steady him as he climbed over the high wall and settled down into the water. "Ooh, this feels so nice." He shimmied down until just the tops of his shoulders were peeking out of the bubbles. "Will you come in with me, Daddy? There's plenty of room." I'd planned on washing Izzy from outside of the tub, but his idea sounded much better.
Izzy held his breath as he watched me strip down to my underwear. When I slid my thumbs beneath the waistband, Izzy's bottom lip wedged between his teeth. I pushed the fabric to the floor, and his jaw went slack, releasing his lip as his eyes widened, taking in the sight of my cock.
Even soft, it hung thick and uncut between my thighs, resting atop my heavy balls which were covered in dark blond hair. His hungry gaze made it plump even more. "Daddy, you're so gorgeous," he whispered. "I love your body."
"And I love yours."
I climbed into the opposite end of the tub, facing Izzy as I sank into the water. "Oh, this is nice." I tangled my legs with his and reached out to take his hands. "I haven't taken a bath in so long; I usually just jump in the shower."
"You should relax more," Izzy suggested. "I bet you work really hard taking care of everyone; you need to take care of yourself too."
I blinked at his sage advice. "That sounded like a very Daddy thing to say."
Izzy giggled and shrugged. "It's a mate thing, I guess. I just want you to be happy."
"You make me happy, Israel."
"You make me happy too."
I smiled and leaned forward for a kiss. When I did, a pile of bubbles crept up his neck and onto his chin. "Look, Daddy; I have a beard like you."
"Hmm, I think you need a little more on your cheeks." I scooped up some bubbles and smeared them on his cheeks until half of his face was covered in white foam. "Oops, I think I put too much; you look like Santa Claus."
Izzy grabbed his nonexistent belly and exclaimed, "Ho, ho, ho! I love cookies!"
I laughed and cleared the suds from his face. "There's my handsome boy."
"Let's see what you'd look like with long hair like me," Izzy suggested before piling bubbles on top of my head. They slid down my neck and onto my shoulders, and Izzy swished his lips around as he studied my new look. "You're very pretty, but I like you best like this." He cupped water in his hands and poured it over my head, washing away my fluffy wig.
"Thank you, little one. Now, let's get you all washed up before our water gets cold."
I helped him turn away from me and grabbed the bottle of soap from the floor. After working a palm full up into a lather, I massaged it over his scalp and down to the end of each curl as Izzy moaned his pleasure.
Once his hair was all clean, he scooted down in the tub and I supported the back of his neck so that his face wouldn't go underwater as I rinsed him.
"That felt really nice," Izzy said once he was upright again. "Can I wash yours too, Daddy?"
"Of course." I tipped my head forward and Izzy went to work, rubbing soap through my locks and scratching his fingernails across my scalp. "I may never wash my own hair again," I teased. Well, mostly teased. What he was doing felt amazing.
"Good; I like doing it for you."
Once my hair was rinsed, I moved on to wash Israel's body. It wasn’t supposed to be a sensual experience; I just meant to get him clean and help him relax for bed. But things quickly turned heated as I traced my slick, soapy hands over his beautiful body.
I explored every inch of his soft skin as I cleansed. I counted every freckle and caressed every bump of bone I felt on his slim frame. I pet the thin hair over his legs and gently pinched each of his toes. I committed every inch of his exquisite form to memory through my touch.
My hands moved slowly as they crept up his thighs towards the ultimate prize. I watched for any signs of hesitation, but Izzy just licked his lips with anticipation and spread his legs wider as I neared his groin.
He gave a quiet gasp when my fingertips traced across his fuzzy balls, and his entire body shivered when I traced up his hard shaft. I barely grazed across his crown and he swallowed thickly.
“Daddy?” I was speechless from his beauty and the heat of the moment, so I looked deep into his eyes as my reply. “You said part of a romantic relationship was enjoying each other’s bodies.” I nodded slowly as all of my blood rushed south and settled in my cock. “I love you so very much. Will you love on my body?”