Our Love – The Story Read Online M.A. Innes

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, M-M Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
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I didn’t know how I should’ve felt, but relief was the only thing that coursed through me as I finally eased his jeans and briefs down his legs. His soft cock was completely uninterested in what we were doing and it made it easier for me to ignore it.

Nudity wasn’t anything nerve-racking to me, but it was one of those steps that I hadn’t wanted to fuck up with Ian.

When I’d helped him step out of his clothes and they’d gone in the basket, I kissed his head again. “All set. Climb in.”

The water was almost done, so as Ian and the pile of toys went into the tub, I turned off the tap and sat down on the closed toilet lid. “You’ve got lots of bubbles.”

That made him giggle as he started piling the bubbles up and moving them around until he had what seemed to be islands for the boat to explore around. The soft motoring sounds made me smile as I watched him play, lost in his own world.

When the bubbles started to fade and he started glaring at the water like he was personally offended it was getting cold, I decided it was bedtime. I was smart enough not to say that, though. I just picked up what seemed to be his loofah and squirted a very neutral-smelling bodywash on it.

I was betting it was neutral so it didn’t clash with the constant bubbles, but I didn’t ask. No, that would’ve been silly when I’d only get a one-word answer.

“Should we make muffins in the morning?” He’d gone shopping at some point over the past few days because there were now several packages in the pantry that hadn’t been there before.

And since I could take a hint, I wasn’t surprised when he gave an excited nod. “Lots.”

Barely holding back my laughter, I nodded. “Yes, we’ll have lots of muffins and we’ll find some other goodies to go with them.”

There had to be something that wasn’t filled with sugar and crap to go with them.

Ian made a soft hum of agreement as I started scrubbing his back and under his arms. “Berries?”

I wasn’t sure if he was asking for berry muffins or for berries to go with the muffins, but either way, I nodded. “You’re making me hungry.”

That got more giggles as I made quick work of scrubbing his chest and then jumping down to his feet since they were in easy reach. When we were left with just the water-covered bits, I set the scrubby down and started picking up the toys. “Cuddle time. Should we go find a book?”

That seemed better than asking a stupid question like if he was ready to get out of the tub, and soon the toys were lined up on the edge. “Bunnies?”

The bunny books?

Did he have more stuffed bunnies in general?

“All the bunnies.” I wasn’t sure what I was promising, but his giggles said it was hilarious. “All the bunnies that fit in cuddle time.”

More giggles.

“Silly boy.” Shaking my head, I reached for the loofah again. “Alright, sit up for me.”

Keeping my touch as neutral as possible, I went back to washing his chest and moving lower as he sat up on his knees. His laughter made it impossible to worry about washing his cock and getting the rest of him, though.

Little Ian thought it was hilarious.

And soft Ian didn’t seem to care one way or the other.

“All done.” Aside from some random stray bubbles, I thought I’d done pretty well. “Now jammies.”

As I helped him out of the tub and wrapped him up in his towel, he curled into me and yawned. “Books, Daddy?”

Nodding, I was more focused on keeping him from dripping all over the room than what he was actually saying. “Yes, once you’re all set then we’ll find a book.”

It was my turn to laugh when he let out a soft snake sound. “Ssssss, Daddy.”

Ah, yes.

“Books. Yes, silly boy.” So much attitude in such a sweet package.

I was starting to understand why he didn’t seem to show his little side to his work friends. Grown-up Ian was quiet and professional and polite, but little Ian was sassy and cute. They were almost like two different people.

And one went very fast.

When he started to bounce, naked and still not completely dry, I shook my head. “Walking to the playroom, cutie.”

I gave him a stern look as he giggled and gave me a completely unbelievable nod. “Walking.”

I kept one hand on his shoulder so the zoomies didn’t have him running into a wall. He pretended to sigh and made an exaggerated slow walk as we headed into the playroom, picking up his legs like he was some kind of dinosaur. “Waaaaalking, Daddy.”

Laughing would’ve definitely been the wrong response, but it was so tempting. “Cheeky boy.”

More giggles escaped my sassy boy as we finally made it into the playroom. “Walking.”


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