"Hey hey hey... None of that, Baby..." I croon to my cupcake as he hides from me so adorably... His hands are always his go-to hiding spot when he can't bury his sweet face in a pillow, "Do you not want me to do that right now?"
It's not an offer I really want to make, but if he's uncomfortable over the thought of having me keep watch over his precious thoughts and emotions at the moment I can respectfully pull away... Experiencing the mental side of the bond is an intimate tangle that might feel just a touch overwhelming while still working through his drop and I can understand if this kind of intimacy isn't the kind he needs at the moment while still low... I would rather he let me keep myself wrapped around his beautiful mind to try and cuddle him mentally... I can just be gently physical if that's what he needs during a drop... I can give him a little space... I don't want to... But I can if I need to. I don't want my gorgeous boy trying to hide things from me, but forcing him to let me stay in his head if he doesn't want me there could lead to an unsafe rebellion, especially during a low.
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Adrian
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Gentle fingers pull my hands away from my face forcing me to see a soft smile that makes me feel like the most important person in his world at this exact moment... That I'm the most precious thing in his life... It has the words, "I don't need space, Daddy..." Tumbling out of my lips because I trust him... And I do trust him... Even during a fall, I want him to keep touching me... Keep loving on me, and that includes his comforting presence in the back of my mind... The tiny fingerling of his mind that's been snugly seated as an innocent onlooker since our bond solidified in the most beautiful way possible last night when he made love to me.
His smile goes wide understanding what I don't need to say out loud, his hands an affectionate caress as he cups my cheeks to pull me in for a heart-poundingly tender kiss that almost has me in tears by the time he pulls away, a silent Thank you for trusting me being pushed into my mind with the most stunning burst of affection tumbling in after it.
"You're so pretty when you get all shy..."
And just like that I'm ready to hide from him again, Silas knowing that saying something like that out loud will bring out the very behavior he speaks of and it makes him chuckle as he presses a kiss to my forehead before fishing my pajama bottoms off of the bed where he had set them and crouches to catch my feet and start sliding them on for me.
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Silas
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My sweet boy carefully yanks his legs away from me as I start to get him dressed, his cheeks growing even brighter as those fingers find his mouth again to get nibbled on, his nervous habit absolutely adorable, "Daddy... I need my underwear..." The last word comes out as a timid hiss, his other hand creeping over to try and cover himself with some of the blanket, the grey material clashing with the soft rosey blush filling his skin.
As much as I like the thought of him spending the day commando if he isn't comfortable now is not the time to push the envelope... But maybe I could negotiate it into the rules he's asked me to come up with. Surely one or two slightly kinky ones would make him giggle...
At the moment he doesn't need rules, he needs his blasted underwear.
Pulling his drawers out of his backpack I can't help but notice that this pair is a little softer than the others... They don't quite look the same, but they're black, and they're the only other pair he's brought.
His hands find his shoulders as I bend to help him step into the clingy black material... The way it hugs him makes my throat go painfully dry and once again I find I have to remind myself that he's sore and low and needs cuddling more than he needs to be dicked down again... No matter how tight... And wet his sweet little hole gets when I'm buried deep inside of him...
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Adrian
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A strangled groan makes its way from the back of Silas's throat as he presses his forehead into my tummy for just a moment when he finally had my comfy underwear all the way up, but he doesn't let me see what he's thinking about... It's alright though... There are more than enough context clues starting to tent his sweatpants for me to figure out that he'd rather be doing something very different than getting me dressed. The tips of Silas's fingers are warm as they trace themselves around my waist following the edge of my easy day undies... They had been a good choice to bring with my bottom being sore. Normally I only want them when I'm feeling restless, the stretchy material hugging me in all the right ways... The cut is of them reminiscent of something I still don't have the courage to buy for myself or even admit that I'm interested in... I'm careful to avoid thinking of what they normally make me long for as Daddy kisses my belly just above the waistband of them before helping me into my pajama pants and shuffling me into my sweater of the day, but not before narrowing his eyes at the stitchwork and turning it over in his hands in all sorts of ways before slipping it over my head.
"You made this one?"
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Silas
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How can anyone look at him and not want to kiss his cute red cheeks right off when he blushes?
My sweet Adrian brings his arms up to rub the sleeves of his soft sweater. The soft pink stands out against the gentle pattern of his unicorn covered pajamas in the most adorable way as he gives me a little nod before tugging on the collar.
If I hadn't noticed the lack of the tag and the way it fits him so well... Like it was made measured and cut just for his frame, I would have assumed it was from somewhere adorable young men shop... The kind of place that keeps nerdy sweaters on stock next to endless shelves of khakis.
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Book Smart
Werewolf**18+** COMPLETED*** Adrian is delicate... Gentle... Too sweet for his own good. All he cares about is his books and the quiet hum of life that is his small-town wolf pack. What will he do when the Alpha of a neighboring pack scents him and is fully...
