Little George - Age Regression

"Pacifier Dilemma"

Just like every night when he puts the little to bed, he pushes the little rubber attached to plastic towards the boy's mouth. 

And just like always the little parts his lips and happily takes it, closing and suckling immediately.

But this time something was different. After just 5 minutes, the man starts whining and squirming on top of the blond, moving the pacifier around with his tongue. 

The noise came out of nowhere, startling dream, who quickly shields his arms  protectively over the older. 

As he notices what the noise is, he loosens his arms again, gently using one of them to pet over the smaller's back. 

"Hey buddy what's wrong? You alright?" He whispers softly, careful to keep his tone warm. 

The boy continues his whining, little sobs slowly escaping his mouth as the blue plastic piece drops to Dream's chest. 

"Shh, baby you have to tell me what's going on, or I can't help you alright? Can you try to use your big boy words for me?" He continues, swaying the man from side to side in an attempt to calm him. 

The little swallows hard between tear filled sobs, trying to calm himself enough to form some sort of distinguishable word. 

"Ouch' " he pushes out, the task seeming to push him deeper into the tears that now rush down his cheeks again. 

"Ouch? You have Ouch buddy? Where does it hurt? Can you show me?" He speaks a little louder now, concern glimmering through the man's voice. 

The little lifts a shaky hand up to his face, pushing it against his lips repeatedly, showing dream where it hurts. 

"Your mouth hurts buddy?," he says as he pushes the man's face up a little, looking if there was anything visible that could be causing the pain. 

"Paci hurt! Paci hurt!" The little yells as dream guides the plastic back over to his mouth, shaking his head trying to avoid it. 

"Woah woah woah, hey buddy, calm down okay? Did the paci hurt your mouth? Is that what you're saying?" He pulls the starry clip from George's shirt and places the pacifier away, onto the nightstand to show the little that it wouldn't hurt him again. 

Dream feels a small nod against his chest as he gently wipes a hand over the tear covered cheeks in front of him. 

"Oh I'm sorry bud. That's not nice huh?" A gentle hand ruffles through hair as silent tears slowly come to a halt. 

"I'm gonna go to the kitchen to get you some ice, maybe that helps? Do you wanna come with or stay here?" 

The other doesn't answer. At least not verbally, he balls his hands up tightly on dream's shirt, obviously not wanting to leave the other's side. 

"Alright baby, you hold on tight okay?" He says as he lifts himself out of the comfortable position they were in, slowly making his way over to the Kitchen, the smaller clamped to his neck and waist tightly. 

"Alright sweetie let me see, can you show me where exactly it hurts in your mouth baby?" 

The little releases one of his clamped arms and points his hand to the front top of his roof, right behind his upper teeth, it looked red and a little sore. 

"Oh buddy, that looks like it does hurt a lot huh? Let's try and put some ice on it alright? Can I sit you down for just a moment so I can grab the ice cubes?" He asks, the brunets answer being loud whines and Limbs dug deeper and tighter around Dream's neck and waist. 

As the little almost starts crying again, the blond wraps his arms around his back to show him he was fine. 

"Okay okay buddy, I won't put you down, you can stay here you're alright"