In the Warm
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In the Warm
Just cute, PG for some pee...little ficlet that wanted to be popped off. Totally safe for those non-shota amongst us. Never worry peeps, I won't try to make anyone read something that isn't their cuppa. But this is just cute fluff, only rated for body fluids. Boys and their snakes you know...
Baby and Daddy is always for jenerik_brand
But all I do is also always for cleodasia
In the Warm
A Little ‘Yasha ficlet
By Talon
When he wakes in the morning, he’s always sleepy warm, whether they have lodgings in an inn, a grateful person’s house, or if they are sleeping out of doors, in the forest like now, he is always warm. Daddy’s arms make him a bed warmer and softer than any futon or pillow.
When he wakes in the morning, he is both comfortable and uncomfortable. The comfort wants him to stay. Stay in the warmth and good smelling bed. Stay close to Daddy who smells of sake and old arousal and sweat and water splashed the night before. Traces of their dinner linger on his breath, and he knows how soft Daddy’s lips are. It is comfort. It is right and perfect. He wants to stay.
But the body has urges, and he is only a small boy. With a pout he gives into the inevitable and squirms away from Daddy’s comfort to find a place, not too far though, where he can let out the discomfort in a stream that spatters against the trunk of a tree, soaking into the moss. Oh, it feels good to let that go.
He can hear Daddy waking behind him, chuckling as he realizes what his ‘Yasha is doing. “Watering the trees son?” A sleepy stretch and yawn. “I could do with a shake of the weasel myself. You got room for me over there?”
“Uh huh. ‘m almost done Daddy.”
Daddy joins him, his robes parted and ‘Yasha watches the BIG stream of urine shine the leaves of the plants around the tree. “That’s A LOT Daddy,” he says, impressed. His nose wrinkles a bit, not in disgust at the smell, but in interest. Sake, yes. He knew the smell of sake pee, but…”Oh Daddy ewww…beer?” He shakes his little member and closes his short little sleeping robe. He hadn’t worn a wrap to bed last night. They both needed washings.
Daddy looks surprised for a moment then laughs out loud. “Caught me out, didn’t you ‘Yasha. Yes, beer.” His stream slows to a dribble and he too shakes the last few drops out before putting it back into its proper place. “I know you dislike the smell, so I had it after you fell asleep little one. It was a gift. Forgive me?”
Of course he would forgive his Daddy, but still…BEER. It smelled bad to begin with, and it smelled bad when it came OUT of the body, and he takes his clothes off, digging in their pack to find his items and Daddy’s that needed washing. There was a stream nearby, and he had soap today.
“Baby, don’t be angry…” Daddy’s kneeling down next to him, worried. He hadn’t meant to worry him.
“Not angry. Just stinky,” he explains. “Gonna wash so I don’t smell it no more.” Washing himself and the clothing that needed it would help get the smell memory out of his nose. “Not angry,” he repeats, looking up at his Daddy. “Cause I love my Daddy.”
With that, and their laundry he pads off to a quiet, shallow place in the stream to wash clothes industriously, unaware that Daddy watches him with both amusement and adoration in his eyes.
“’Yasha, you warm my heart so much it nearly cooks in my chest,” he murmurs, hopefully too quietly for his baby’s ears to catch.
And because he is a good father, not just a lecherous one, while Baby busies himself with laundry, Daddy busies himself with breakfast so that when his little laundry maid is finished there will be warm food and drink waiting for him.
Owari
Baby and Daddy is always for jenerik_brand
But all I do is also always for cleodasia
In the Warm
A Little ‘Yasha ficlet
By Talon
When he wakes in the morning, he’s always sleepy warm, whether they have lodgings in an inn, a grateful person’s house, or if they are sleeping out of doors, in the forest like now, he is always warm. Daddy’s arms make him a bed warmer and softer than any futon or pillow.
When he wakes in the morning, he is both comfortable and uncomfortable. The comfort wants him to stay. Stay in the warmth and good smelling bed. Stay close to Daddy who smells of sake and old arousal and sweat and water splashed the night before. Traces of their dinner linger on his breath, and he knows how soft Daddy’s lips are. It is comfort. It is right and perfect. He wants to stay.
But the body has urges, and he is only a small boy. With a pout he gives into the inevitable and squirms away from Daddy’s comfort to find a place, not too far though, where he can let out the discomfort in a stream that spatters against the trunk of a tree, soaking into the moss. Oh, it feels good to let that go.
He can hear Daddy waking behind him, chuckling as he realizes what his ‘Yasha is doing. “Watering the trees son?” A sleepy stretch and yawn. “I could do with a shake of the weasel myself. You got room for me over there?”
“Uh huh. ‘m almost done Daddy.”
Daddy joins him, his robes parted and ‘Yasha watches the BIG stream of urine shine the leaves of the plants around the tree. “That’s A LOT Daddy,” he says, impressed. His nose wrinkles a bit, not in disgust at the smell, but in interest. Sake, yes. He knew the smell of sake pee, but…”Oh Daddy ewww…beer?” He shakes his little member and closes his short little sleeping robe. He hadn’t worn a wrap to bed last night. They both needed washings.
Daddy looks surprised for a moment then laughs out loud. “Caught me out, didn’t you ‘Yasha. Yes, beer.” His stream slows to a dribble and he too shakes the last few drops out before putting it back into its proper place. “I know you dislike the smell, so I had it after you fell asleep little one. It was a gift. Forgive me?”
Of course he would forgive his Daddy, but still…BEER. It smelled bad to begin with, and it smelled bad when it came OUT of the body, and he takes his clothes off, digging in their pack to find his items and Daddy’s that needed washing. There was a stream nearby, and he had soap today.
“Baby, don’t be angry…” Daddy’s kneeling down next to him, worried. He hadn’t meant to worry him.
“Not angry. Just stinky,” he explains. “Gonna wash so I don’t smell it no more.” Washing himself and the clothing that needed it would help get the smell memory out of his nose. “Not angry,” he repeats, looking up at his Daddy. “Cause I love my Daddy.”
With that, and their laundry he pads off to a quiet, shallow place in the stream to wash clothes industriously, unaware that Daddy watches him with both amusement and adoration in his eyes.
“’Yasha, you warm my heart so much it nearly cooks in my chest,” he murmurs, hopefully too quietly for his baby’s ears to catch.
And because he is a good father, not just a lecherous one, while Baby busies himself with laundry, Daddy busies himself with breakfast so that when his little laundry maid is finished there will be warm food and drink waiting for him.
Owari