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Viktor lay on the couch with his book, half-paying attention to the animated movie Jayce wanted to rewatch for the millionth time. His precious girl sat freshly bathed and pajama’d on the plush rug of their living room floor with snacks and a blue sippie cup, empty save for droplets of apple juice.
A half-eaten animal cracker slipped from Jayce’s hand as he stared at the bright screen, bunny teeth peeking from his mouth left agape. Viktor had persistently reminded him not to sit so close to the TV, but eventually gave up. He remembered why when Jayce suddenly screamed and dropped his snacks, jumping up to point at the screen.
“Papá, papá, look! You’re gonna miss it!” he shouted excitedly.
“I see, darling, I see,” Viktor laughed and shook his head before reciting the character’s lines with Jayce, who bounced on his feet and smiled big. Viktor shifted the plate of crackers in his lap that he had confiscated the first time Jayce jumped in front of the TV.
At the low point of the movie, Jayce scooted to curl up by Viktor’s legs on the floor in front of the couch.
“Oh, papá, it’s sad,” Jayce whispered and tucked his head in Viktor’s lap, eyes glued to the screen as he tried to reach for his hand. Viktor sat up, taking the searching hand and idly scratching Jayce’s hair.
When the credits began to roll, Jayce cheered and hummed to the music. Viktor was lost in his reading, still idly stroking his little girl’s hair in his lap. He figured Jayce must be sleepy by now and ready to turn in for the evening.
Jayce sat on the floor, head resting on Viktor’s lap. His legs were splayed to the sides, as he idly petted the soft, dark hair on Viktor’s arm, drawing little lines between the tiny brown moles that dotted his pale skin.
He had been babbling about the movie when it ended, but he droned off as his mind went hazy, feeling slender fingers comb through his curls with slow, gentle scritch-scratches.
His papá was so tall from down here. And so pretty. And he smelled really nice right now, too, Jayce noticed. He pressed his nose to his lap to breathe in the light scent of sweet cologne, feeling the soft skin of his arms under him. So nice and so pretty. And always taking such good care of him. Jayce buried his nose a little deeper into Viktor’s thighs, giggling softly just from how nice it all was.
He loved Viktor so, so much. More than warm pancakes with whipped cream.
A warm, fizzy feeling sank deep into his tummy- sticky, like thick syrup oozing down below his belly. He shifted a little and wiggled his hips. It felt too big to sit still with, like butterflies made of melted marshmallow were fluttering between his legs. His breath came out in a quiet huff, and he squeezed his thighs together.
“Jayce?” Viktor peeked over his book when their silence was broken up by little grunts. Then, remembering who he was speaking to, “Princess?”
“Huh?” Jayce hummed a little too loudly without looking. He sighed into Viktor’s thighs and let out more little whines as he rocked himself back and forth, humping against Viktor’s stronger leg.
They had talked about it before, once, when Jayce felt himself slipping during foreplay.
It was a lazy evening on their day off, the familiar warm feeling of skin on skin after heated kisses. Viktor was sucking Jayce’s cock when he pressed into that delicious bundle of nerves at his entrance when a soft, high-pitched "papá" slipped out, rather than a "papi".
Viktor stopped immediately recognizing the tone, and anxiously began cleaning them up and fussing over Jayce- who forced himself back from his haze, reaching up before Viktor could spiral. “ Papá,” he whispered, before shaking his head a little. He tugged Viktor’s hands into his own, wrapping them up with warmth and certainty. “Viktor, you didn’t hurt me. You couldn’t.” He’d kissed Viktor’s hands, grounding them both. “You’re not-" he blinked hard again, "you're not them. You’re mine."
Viktor's heart had ached for an impossible way to dissect Jayce's mind and tear those memories out, back when Jayce had first told him- even though he hadn't gone into detail. Viktor remembered looking down into those wide, earnest eyes and feeling something in his chest twist painfully.
“You’re not scary,” Jayce said, “Your hands… they love me. And every time you touch me, you show me I’m safe. I’m okay.” He proposed that maybe his littleness wasn’t always fear. This time it was just his mind softening, opening. (This was new to him, too, it seemed.) And that Viktor wasn’t harming, but healing. Reclaiming. Helping him stitch something broken back together.
Perhaps he couldn't make him forget, but he could help him unlearn.
The knot in Viktor’s throat finally loosened. He curled himself around Jayce from behind and held him close. Jayce’s strong back pressed flush to his chest, his hand splayed wide over Jayce’s. He murmured apologies still, for ending their scene early.
Jayce hushed him, rubbing his forearm lovingly. They discussed this new part of Jayce for a while, and he assuaged Viktor's qualms and indulged Viktor’s many ‘what-if’ scenarios, listening, laughing, until the worry ebbed from his mind.
When they finally drifted off, it was with Viktor’s arms around everything he was trusted to hold.
And it had never come up again until now. Now Viktor was hesitant all over again. His anxiety was currently insistent that he would somehow hurt his partner.
Jayce, however, was currently insistent on getting off on Viktor’s leg.
Viktor cleared his throat and tried again, “Ah- sweet girl, what are you doing?”
Jayce was usually a very talkative little, but always got a bit shy when he wanted to ask for something. He looked up at Viktor, face scrunched in pleasure-pain as he bit his bottom lip. He was seemingly unaware of his movement as he reached for the words. “Um, I dunno... Feels good,” he shrugged.
“Feels good… where?” Viktor wanted to confirm what he already knew before continuing to explore this part of his Jayce for the first time.
Jayce slowed his movements and looked down, shyly pointing at the wet spot in his pajama pants. Viktor hummed, then thought for a moment as Jayce continued rubbing up his arms.
“Do you want to come sit up here, sweetheart? Let papá take care of you?”
“Please?” Jayce looked wide-eyed, like he had only been waiting for permission.
“Of course,” Viktor smiled, slipping his hands under Jayce’s underarms to help lift him. Jayce rose to his knees, wobbling a bit in a body much bigger than he could currently manage, but steadied by Viktor’s firm hands. He crawled onto the sofa, and Viktor adjusted for him so Jayce sat back against the armrest, one leg over Viktor’s legs and the other behind Viktor’s back.
The movie’s credits were still rolling, soft music lilting from the television, when Viktor finally reached for the remote and clicked it off. The room was suddenly quiet, dimly lit by the soft glow of the lamp behind the couch. It made the room feel smaller somehow, more intimate.
Viktor looked down at the warm weight curled against his side. “Alright,” he breathed, “I’m going to touch you, sweetheart, would you like that? Do you want me to help you by touching your, eh- big girl parts, for you?"
Jayce nodded.
“You have to use your words, please.” It wasn’t a normal request, considering Jayce’s occasional non-speaking episodes, but Viktor needed the confirmation.
"Yes, papá .”
“Good girl," Viktor paused, "And if you don’t like it, what do you say?”
“Stop!” Jayce shouted and giggled, pressing his hands to his cheeks.
“My smart girl- very good, muñeca !” Viktor ruffled his hair and kissed his forehead. He breathed a laugh, comforted by the reminder that his partner still had the mind to make this choice. “Alright now, I'm going to touch here, ano? I'll be gentle,” Viktor hovered a hand over the growing wet patch above Jayce’s crotch.
“Um...” Jayce mumbled, so Viktor waited.
Jayce bit his thumb and looked away, then at Viktor’s hand. He clumsily wrapped his hand around Viktor’s fingers to pull his hand into his pajama pants and above his panties.
“You want me to touch here?”
Jayce glanced up at Viktor through his eyelashes and gave a quick little nod. Viktor softly fingered the little bulge he could feel through his panties, and Jayce let out a little whine. “Like that?”
Jayce nodded again, quicker.
“Do you want to take your panties off?”
Jayce thought for a moment before he shook his head. Viktor hummed and gently began to stroke his swollen, chubby little cock through his panties. Jayce moaned, letting his legs fall apart wider. He reached out to hold Viktor's free hand, and Viktor felt his heart flutter, absolutely enamored by the gesture and how adorable his partner was.
“Papá ?” Jayce breathed.
“Hm?” Viktor looked at him attentively, examining him for discomfort.
“ Dame besos… please?” Jayce turned his cheek in towards him for a kiss.
Viktor smiled and planted a little kiss on the tip of Jayce’s nose. Jayce let out a breathy little laugh. “Not like that!” Jayce giggled.
“Oh, right here?” Viktor pecked Jayce’s forehead.
“No!” Jayce squealed, “ Besame, like this-“ He squished Viktor’s face, as gently as he could with large calloused hands. Then he brought him close and leaned in to give his cheek a soft kiss.
Viktor froze, breath catching in his throat as everything else faded into static. Jayce’s kiss was warm and clumsy and achingly sincere, and Viktor felt something in his chest go soft in a way he rarely dared to let himself indulge. It was too much. Too sweet. This version of Jayce, all wide eyes and guileless affection, cracked something open in him- some hidden part that longed to protect and dote and love without reserve. Jayce was affectionate when he was his usual self, but not like this. And when he was little, Viktor could give it. Freely. Unabashedly.
He smiled, slow and warm. “Ah, I see now,” he said, tapping his chin in mock contemplation, trying to keep his voice steady despite the rush of emotion.
Then he pounced, peppering quick, loving little kisses all over Jayce’s face like he’d been waiting his whole life for permission. He kissed his cheeks, the cut in his brow, the curve of both big ears, the scars on his lip, the stubble along his jaw. Each kiss was a quiet I love you, tucked into soft laughter and gasping breath.
Jayce burst into giggles, squirming under the gentle onslaught. “Tickles!- Papá , it tickles!” he gasped.
Viktor laughed too, pulling him close. He moved his fingers in Jayce's pajama pants a bit lower to push against his cunt through the soaked fabric, teasing his entrance. Jayce keened, twisting his legs and squeezing Viktor’s hand he was holding.
“Do you like that, sweetheart?” Viktor cooed, “When I touch right there?”
“Mh- Yes,” Jayce panted.
“My sweet girl- Muñeca, you’re doing so well. Always so good for me.” Jayce beamed at that. “Such a well-mannered, gorgeous, good little girl. What a precious darling I am so lucky to have,” Viktor hummed and curled his fingers, pushing Jayce’s panties into his cunt. “So smart and so very brave."
“Papá…” Jayce whined and squirmed, one hand holding Viktor's, the other clutching at the ends of the couch cushions, while Viktor went on showering him with affection, giving chaste little pecks to his cheeks between praises.
Jayce's brows furrowed after a bit, “Papá, it feels really good. But, I-," bunny teeth bit his bottom lip before he whispered, "I need the bathroom."
"Oh, darling, that's not-" Viktor chuckled, "It's alright, sweetheart, you can let it out."
Jayce moaned and shook his head, eyes wide, “Papááá, I'm- I'm'na pee.” He gasped and writhed, but still rocked his hips into Viktor's touch.
"It’s alright,” Viktor cooed, coaxing his orgasm from him, “Good girl, that's a good girl, Jayce. My perfect girl, let it all out.” Viktor gently pinched and stroked his swollen cock, dipping his soaked panties in and out and in and out of his warmth.
Jayce’s eyes crossed as his stomach tensed. He shuddered and whined, arching his back and falling back against the sofa’s armrest. Viktor held him tightly as he went boneless in his lap. "There you are..." he took his hand out to rub him through it from over his pants, careful not to overstimulate.
Jayce’s cheeks were flushed, his curls mussed, his pretty golden eyes glassy, spilling over with tears from the aftershocks of pleasure and now shame. Viktor smoothed a hand down his chest, slow and steady, grounding him.
Viktor felt the damp warmth begin to soak onto his own pants, clinging awkwardly to his skin. Jayce didn’t lift his head. He just clutched Viktor’s shirt, fingers bunching the fabric like a lifeline, and Viktor's expression softened even more.
“Oh, princess,” he murmured, brushing a curl away from Jayce’s forehead. “You did make a little mess, didn’t you?”
Jayce whimpered softly and turned his face into Viktor’s chest, shrinking in on himself. “M’sorry,” he whispered, “I didn’t mean to-”
“Hey, no, no,” Viktor said gently, cupping Jayce’s cheek to coax him into looking up. “You did nothing wrong. You were such a good girl for me. So perfect, so sweet. You let go, just as I asked.”
Jayce blinked up at him, teary and uncertain.
Viktor kissed his forehead. “It just means we need a bath, that’s all. But I’m sure you feel all better now, ano? That happens sometimes, especially when you feel that good, hm?” He smiled, teasing but full of love.
Jayce’s face was pinkened, a little pout tugging at his lips. But he clung closer. "I don't wanna bath again, please. I'm too tired."
"We'll be quick, I promise. Then I can tuck you into bed," Viktor grabbed his cane and stood, leading him to the bathroom.
Jayce followed, holding his hand. He was quiet as Viktor gently undressed him, murmuring praise with every movement. “Good girl.” “So brave, letting me take care of you.”
The mess between his thighs was wiped away with firm, tender strokes as he let himself lean back against his papá's chest in the water, soothed by the warmth and his voice in his ear.
Once Viktor had cleaned, dried, and clothed the both of them, he climbed into bed. He set his cane on the hook by his nightstand before switching on Jayce's gemstone nightlight. A little bulb inside a carved-out quartz crystal that he plugged beside the bed.
It had reminded him of Jayce when he slipped it into the cart while at the home goods store. Jayce had laughed when he pulled it from the plastic bag and asked if Viktor thought it a bit childish. Viktor had shaken his head in earnest. He said it was cute and reminded him of Jayce’s collection of crystals, but if he truly didn’t want it, he could return it. Jayce hummed, quickly deciding to keep it. Then he seemed to be thinking deeply about something else. Viktor smiled.
Jayce curled on his side now, facing the wall, thumb creeping toward his mouth. Viktor slid in behind him, tucking them both under the covers.
"Papá?" Jayce whispered.
"Yes?"
“I’m sorry I made a mess…” Jayce mumbled, voice high and thick with the lisp of his littlespace.
Oh, was that truly still bothering his little mind? “ Muñeca. You did exactly what I asked, and you were perfect for me. There’s nothing to be sorry for," Viktor said firmly, tucking him in tighter.
Jayce shifted to look at him over his shoulder. “You’re not mad I made us have to take a bath again?
“Not at all. I like taking care of you. That’s why you’re-“ Viktor reached up to kiss his cheek, “my princess.” He saw a glint of Jayce’s smile in the dim light and heard him breathe a little laugh. “Why would I be mad at you when you were so brave for me? You trusted me with your whole self tonight... Mad? No. Miláček, I am proud of you.”
He squeezed his shoulder, and Jayce hummed a yawn.
“Te amo muchísimo, papá.”
"I know,” Viktor’s heart clenched. His hand stuttered in its rhythmic circling of Jayce’s chest.
“I love you too, drahý … Miluji tě, moc princezno ,” he murmured against his nape. “Sleep now. I’ve got you.”
Jayce’s body softened in his arms as his breath steadied. Viktor pressed a final kiss to his temple as the world faded.
He was safe. He was soft. He was his. And Viktor wouldn’t let his little girl forget it— not tonight, not ever.