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"My girl," James says, cupping Elliott's cheek. Elliott's eyelashes flutter.
"Mama," Elliott whispers. He screws his eyes shut, unable to face this for fear of watching it fade away like a cloud of smoke. Elliott is in James's lap, the air cool around them, relieving them from the oppressive, swampy summer heat pressing in on the walls outside James's home. Elio is curled up at the end of the bed, glaring at them; Elliott doesn't have to see to know that much. James's hand slides back into Elliott's hair, his fingernails gently scratching Elliott's scalp—a weakness of Elliott's.
"Look at me," James murmurs. Elliott squeezes his eyes closed tighter and shakes his head, whimpering. "Come on, bug."
"I can't," Elliott says.
"You can," James says, and his thumb swipes over Elliott's eyelid. Elliott wraps his arms around James's neck and tucks his face away there. James presses a kiss to Elliott's frizzy brown curls. "Tell me what you want."
"I..." Elliott has to think about it. He wants several things, and it's hard to determine what he wants most of all. "I need to feel that you love me."
"That's easy," James says softly. "Did you want to play, little one?"
"Yes," Elliott mumbles. His cunt is still pulsing distantly. He grinds down against James's groin as if James will feel anything. James still plants a hand on Elliott's hip and makes a low noise.
"Alright, then. Lie down."
Elliott is quick to obey. He pulls away and rolls onto his back with a grunt. James kneels on the bed and shuffles between Elliott's spread legs. Elliott still can't look him in the eye, instead admiring James's beautiful legs, which are smattered thoroughly with dark hair. James's hand grazes Elliott's bare ankle, and the skin is swept by horripilation.
"Look at me."
Elliott struggles, but he manages to wrench his gaze up and meet James's eye. He's shaken by the care he finds there. James's hand skates up Elliott's leg to the waistband of his jammies, but Elliott resists the urge to track the movement with his eyes, keeping his locked in the caramel-chocolate ocean of James's. He takes a shaky breath. James pats Elliott's hip, and Elliott understands the cue, lifting them and letting James easily pull the jammies down Elliott's legs. Elliott raises his legs to help. This leaves him in just a pull-up.
"Are you wet?"
"Come here, Mama," Elliott beckons. James quirks a brow, but he lowers, pressing his chest to Elliott's. Elliott nuzzles James's ear and then focuses on relaxing his body. He has a decently full bladder, which has probably been contributing to his arousal. He nibbles James's ear, and he relishes the moan it earns him, and then he lets go.
Warm pee suffuses the pull-up as he empties his bladder, and he coos happily as he does, momentarily in a state of bliss. James's hand snakes between Elliott's legs and rubs his pull-up as Elliott pees softly, careful not to let too much out too fast lest he overflow the pull-up.
"Good girl," James says right in Elliott's ear, and Elliott shudders. James starts toying with his nipples, and Elliott feels frissons of need sparking from his nipples through his body and fizzling out in his cunt. He clings to James's shoulders as the last of his pee leaks out of him. "That feel better?"
"Mmhm," Elliott hums, wiggling his bum as James lowers his hand to grab it. James, sadly, sits up then, leaving Elliott feeling cold and alone. He whimpers, now more immersed in littlespace. James shushes him gently as he leans over for something on the nightstand—baby wipes, Elliott soon realizes. Elliott lets out a surprise last little leak of pee into his pull-up as James settles between his legs again and rips the pull-up off slowly.
"There's my girl. Look at you. Your pretty little pussy." James leans in and breathes Elliott in. "I'll wipe you down later. For now, I want—" James inhales again and moans.
Elliott squirms in embarrassment; he's able to smell himself, so he can't imagine how strong it is that close. James moves the used pull-up aside, scaring away Elio, and strokes a finger through Elliott's folds. He presses a kiss to Elliott's protruding hipbone, gazing up at Elliott with pure want in his eyes.
Then, he dives in, pushing a finger inside as he puts his mouth on Elliott's cock and moans enthusiastically. Elliott used to feel insecure when James would use his mouth on him after he's been wearing a pull-up, but he's felt all the shame there is to feel, and now, he only feels unadulterated pleasure as James swipes his tongue from side to side over Elliott's swollen cock.
As James devours him like a starved man, Elliott feels smaller by the minute. He giggles as James's beard tickles him, quickly followed by a moan as James curls his fingers perfectly. He knows Elliott's body like the back of his hand.
At the perfect time, like he could sense Elliott getting restless, James pulls back and asks, "Do you want your toy, baby?"
"D'yes," Elliott says softly, reaching for his bag, but James stops him.
"Ah-ah-ah," he says. Elliott feels bad because he knows James gets achy, but James seems insistent on extricating the vibrator from Elliott's bag. James first presents a dildo; James's wrist cramps easily, but Elliott never minds toys over fingers. Elliott sighs in relief as the wand comes out and does grabby hands until James gives it to him with a tender smile curling up his lips.
Elliott beams. "I love you, Mama."
"My sweet girl," James says, his tone something close to reverent. "I love you too."