Word Count: 2222
Bottom/Baby Daniel
Top/Daddy Corbyn
A special thank you to _kaylachu for requesting this! Hope you like it. Mean's a lot. xx
Side Note:
Daniel is shorter than Corbyn in this. I'm not even sure who is taller then who irl now, not gonna lie ahah. But, i think they're around the same height. So, lets say Corbyn is about 6' and Daniel is 5'6" maybe shorter (smol bean). Also would you like me to do more Ageplay story's? I've been wanting to do own for awhile and someone requested it so, thank you. And would you like me to be specific at the start about heights, ages and who bottoms and stuff? Sorry, i'm kinda rambling now but please comment and let me know what you think. And requests are always open. You can comment a request, on any story or upload. Enjoyyyyy x
"Hey, baby. I'm gonna go to the store." Said Corbyn as he walked into the living room.
Daniel was watching the New's, a tried look resting on his face. His eyes unfocused and hazy.
"Ok, have fun." Daniel replied, seeming happier then he previously looked.
"You don't want to come? You alway's come. Are you feeling ok?" Corbyn rushed out, worry taking over his face, lifting the back of his hand to the younger's forehead to see if he had a temperature. Daniel stiffened, as Corbyn started checking if he was ok.
Daniel was ready to slip and had been watching the News and "boring adult stuff" to try and not regress. Corbyn going all protective Daddy mode without even realising it was slowly making the younger slip. Daniel had known about age regression from a young age. He had been struggling with anxiety, since he was around 15 and regressing was what helped him forget about all his problems and everything that made him stress. He hadn't talked to Corbyn about it, being to scared that he would laugh at the younger and leave him. The stress from knowing he would have to tell Corbyn about it soon was making him slip. Not good, when it's the thing that he was trying to hide.
"i'm fine, Da- Corbyn. I'm just tired." Daniel responded to the worried man, almost slipping. Corbyn's caring but dominant demeanour making it hard for Daniel. His head feeling fuzzy.
"Ok, Baby. Call me if you need anything." The green eyed man kissed the blonde's forehead before gathering his stuff and heading out. But, not before making sure his baby was ok. "Here is some Advil." Corbyn walked into the room a glass of water and the pill in his hands. Daniel quickly took it, feeling submissive and like he should do whatever Corbyn ask's of him. Corbyn took the blue eyed boy's temperature and made sure everything was ok before he actually left. Daniel sighing in relief as the door closed.
Daniel waited to hear the car drive out of the drive-way. He grabbed the remote and turned the TV to the kids channel. Feeling himself already slipping. His head going fuzzy and all his anxious thoughts seem to disappear, into the fogginess of his brain.
He giggled as one of the character's on Sofia The First did something funny. His thumb pushed between his plump pink lips, sucking on it happily. His other hand was clutching a teddy bear he had grabbed from his room. He had dummies, diapers, bottles and clothes for his regression, hidden in a box in the spare bedroom of their house, not getting anything else out because Corbyn wouldn't be out for long.
Daniel had slipped deeper than he had expected. His headspace being around 3-4 years old when its usually around 5-6.
he stood up off of the couch, running up the stairs into the bedroom. There was a big bed in the middle of the huge room. There was wooden floor-boards and a big white rug that sat underneath the bed. A big ensuite to the right and a big walk in closet on the same wall but further away from the door. The wall to the right was a big window that over looked the green hills.
