"I don't think I'm ready." My gut told me that he was not telling the truth; that Izzy felt unworthy, or perhaps he was worried that I'd abandon him and leave him with nothing. That couldn't be further from reality, but I'd never force him into anything.
"I understand," I replied with a forced smile. "But whenever you are, the offer stands."
"Thank you."
My smile turned genuine when Izzy's stomach rumbled. "Come on, let's get you ready." Israel stood up and placed his fresh clothes on the mattress. When he grabbed the hem of his sweatshirt, I asked, "May I help you?" I wanted to be as hands-on as he'd allow, and care for him in every way.
Izzy chewed his lip for a moment before giving a subtle nod. "I'd like that."
He dropped his hands and allowed me to grip the fabric. I lifted his shirt over his head, once again getting a peek at his beautiful slim body. He giggled when I gently poked his belly button.
Next, I cupped my fingers over the waistband of his pants and looked up at him for permission. When he nodded again, I shimmied the soft cotton down his legs and onto the floor, leaving him in nothing but a pair of tight white briefs. His slender legs were covered in fine brown hair and goosebumps; his apartment was chilly. I worked the pants off from around his feet and grabbed the new pair lying at my side.
Israel clasped my shoulders to keep himself steady as I held out the elastic waistband of his sweatpants so he could slip each leg inside. The simple act and Izzy's full submission warmed my soul. I told him, "Daddy loves taking care of you," even though it didn't encapsulate the way I felt.
"I love it too," he replied with a sweet grin.
As I settled the fabric around his hips over his undies, a question formed in my mind and I had to ask, "Have you ever thought about diapers?"
Izzy's cheeks flushed and he looked down at the floor. "I've never tried them, but I have thought about them. I'm not sure how I feel about them." His eyes were large and nervous when they met mine again. "Is that bad?"
"Absolutely not," I insisted. I took his hand and explained, "It's okay to not know exactly what you like. I'm happy to try anything you're curious about, but I won't make you try anything. And if there's something you don't like, that's okay too. I just want you to be happy."
His pretty smile returned and he told me, "You make me happy. I feel safe and peaceful with you; like I finally don't have to be afraid. We just met, but it's like my body knows it's been waiting for you and needs to be close to yours. Does that sound silly?"
"Not at all." I tucked his hair behind his ears and gave him a smile. "I feel the same way." It was our mate bond pulling us together.
"Really?" At my nod, Israel inched closer to me. His eyes fluttered shut and his lips puckered. My boy loved kisses, and I wanted to give him one to remember.
I closed the gap between us and nibbled his lips gently. When he sighed happily, I slid my tongue into his mouth. After a moment's pause, Izzy timidly licked against me. Our tongues swirled and tangled together and when he moaned into my mouth, my self control snapped.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled his body flush with mine. Israel was quick to snake his hands around my neck and squeeze me just as tightly. I caressed the smooth skin of his back before allowing my hands to travel down onto his tight ass, cupping a cheek perfectly in each palm.
I moaned when I felt a lump growing within Izzy's pants and pressing into my stomach; he was as turned on as I was, with my own cock nearly bursting through the thin cotton of my underwear.
Izzy surprised me by climbing onto my lap and straddling my thighs. We kissed deeper, pawing at one another and licking like crazy. I squeezed one of his luscious ass cheeks and sank my other hand into his curls. I smiled against his lips when he moaned again…until I realized it wasn't a moan; it was his stomach rumbling once more. There I was groping him instead of getting him the food he needed. As much as it pained me to do so, I pulled back, parting our lips.
Izzy's eyes were still closed, and his lips glistened. His bare chest swelled with ragged breaths. And when he finally looked at me, his gaze was unfocused and dreamy. "Why did you stop?" he asked in a whisper. "Was I doing it wrong?"
"No baby, it was perfect," I answered quickly. "I would love to kiss you all day long, but I promised to take care of you and right now, that means getting you a good breakfast."
Izzy looked like he wanted to argue, but he nodded with a sigh. "Yes, Daddy. But can we do that again later?"
I couldn't help but smile at my adorable man. "I promise." I kissed the tip of his nose and lifted his t- shirt from the bed. "Arms up, little one." Izzy stretched his hands towards the ceiling and I pulled the fabric over his head. "There we go. Can you hop up so that I can get dressed too?"
Izzy nodded and stood upright, keeping his hands folded over his crotch. "Don't be embarrassed," I urged as I stood up as well. Izzy's jaw dropped as his gaze landed on the thick lump between my legs. He swallowed hard and drew his eyes back up to mine.
“Is that...because of me?”
“Of course it is. You’re incredibly sexy, Israel.”
“I am?”
I cupped his cheeks in my hands and looked seriously into his eyes. “You are everything.” I gave his nose another kiss before stepping into my clothes from the previous day. After I slid my shoes on, I helped Izzy into his and tied them up tight. “Where’s your jacket?”
“Oh, um…” He lifted his discarded sweatshirt. “I can wear this again.”
“You don’t have a jacket?” He shook his head no and I sighed. I was thankful I found him when I did. “Here, wear this; it’s thicker.” I unzipped my coat and placed it on his body. He looked adorable with the jacket falling halfway down his thighs and the sleeves bunched up so that they didn’t fall over his hands. “Are you ready to go?” Izzy looked back and forth between me and his bed, where his toy bunny lay on top of his pillow. “Would you like to bring Flopsy with you?”
“I would, but what if someone says something mean? Or what if they ask why a grown man is carrying around a toy?”
Fury tore through me at the thought of anyone mistreating him. “You tell them, ‘Because fuck you, that’s why’.”
Izzy gasped. “I can’t say that!”
“You’re right; you’re much too sweet. But don’t worry; Daddy will tell them.” Or worse.
“Daddies can say those things?”
“When it’s to defend their boys, you bet your cute little butt they can.”
Izzy giggled before grabbing his toy and taking my outstretched hand. “Let’s go.”
We strolled along the sidewalk together until the neighborhood around us became nicer. Izzy and his bunny received a few confused looks along the way, but thankfully no one said anything to him. We finally reached our destination; a hole in the wall restaurant I’d visited many times, and which specialized in breakfast.
I scooted into a booth next to Izzy and opened a menu for both of us to look at. "Let's see; they have eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, waffles-"