One Shots (MxM)

Kiyomi and Ramey Move

Kiyomi and Ramey move-

Ramey

"Baby, can you come here so we can have a grown up talk?"

I look up from the bubble guppies puzzle I'm doing and pout slightly.

I hate grown up talks. Mostly because Omi knows that I don't care about that stuff. He usually handles that for me and only wants to have these 'grown up' talks when someone gets under his skin.

Once he made us have a grown up talk because I called him “Daddy” in public and he was nervous that people would be mean to me if I did it anymore. I wish we could just go somewhere and meet people who don't care about that.

I stand up and brush the dust off of my clothes. I have on dark green shorts and a white tee shirt with all kinds of blue and green dinos on it. It's super cute and Omi let me pick it out all on my own. I have pacifiers that we got from this site just for littles that have cute little pictures and jewels on them. They can say whatever I want and I have a Dino one that matches, but I didn't feel like having it today. I usually only use them when I feel more quiet.

I shake my head at myself and try to force away my little space. I'm a big boy- I mean an adult. I'm an adult. I'm 25, and I can be serious long enough for Kiyomi to talk to me.

I walk into the livingroom and suppress my urge to sit on his lap when I come closer. I sit next to him on the couch and tilt my head. "What's wrong?"

"Do you like living here?" He asks.

We live in Wales, and for the most part it's pretty nice. The only real problem is that Kiyomi is gone most of the day because of work. He takes photos of people. Most of the time they're sexy pictures. He takes them of rich people who think that tasteful nudes are good to put in their bedrooms, but he takes some of me too.

I can't drive and I don't even have a car, so if Kiyomi isn't here then I'm limited to where I can walk to. I'm kinda bored doing the same old thing, and I'm not very good at meeting new people so I hardly have any friends either.

"I'm okay with moving if that's what you're asking. Here is okay, but I'd like to see new things."

"I emailed an old friend of mine and he informed me that there's a whole market of doms and subs that would be interested in my photos."

"Where?" I ask.

"The US."

"Really! Maybe I'll get to meet all those cool Americans I see online."

"Online where?" He asks.

"Well the only boy who has more subscribers than me on onlyfans is this American guy named Fly. He's super cute just like me. Oh maybe you could take pictures of him too. No touching though. You're all mine, Daddy. Oh, uh... Kiyomi."

"It's okay, baby. Grown up talk is over." He tells me, leaning close to peck my lips. "Do you want to do some poses for me?"

I nod quickly and hop up from the couch. "Yes! I'll go put on something cute and then after I could have a snack?"

"Of course. I'll get my camera."

I run into our room and quickly start to stop off my clothes. I put on a pair of blue and white striped thigh high socks as well as a blue choker with a bell on it. I fix my platinum blonde hair and go into the bathroom to get my makeup out.

I'm much more confident in my body now that I'm fully transitioned and have all the support I need in Daddy. I was in a really dark place before all of this. My family kicked me out when I came out as trans. I was 15.

I had to stay in a shelter for a while and after my first suicide attempt they put me in an institution and started me on antidepressants.

They never really thought to ask why I wanted to die. Why would I want to be in a world where I was forced to keep being a person that I'm disgusted with? I had three more attempts before I turned 18 and could finally be who I am.

I got my top surgery right when I was 18 and got my bottom surgery after I met Kiyomi 4 years ago.

Kiyomi and I dated for a while before I told him that I'm a little. He told me he pretty much already knew. We've gotten more comfortable with it now and I love who I am.

I want so badly to hate the girl I used to be, but Kiyomi told me that everything that's happened to me has led to this point. A point in my life where I'm honestly, completely happy. That little girl helped me become who I am, and I shouldn't hate her. I should hate the people who didn't love or respect her.

Kiyomi still has some of my baby pictures and even some of when I was a teen all in a collage that he calls "the photo documentation of the journey of the love of my life".

I like looking at them sometimes. Even though at the time, I didn't feel like it, I've always been who I am. It's just that now I get to share that with everyone else.

I shake my thoughts away and look at my body in the mirror. I use a light mixture of concealer and foundation to hide the scars on my chest before putting my things away.

I'm so hot. No wonder Omi always takes pictures of me.

I smile and walk back into the livingroom, watching Omi fiddle with the lens on his fancy camera. "I'm ready, Daddy."

He turns to me, still looking through his camera. He twists the lens to zoom in on me and smirks. "Well aren't you just the cutest boy in the world? Get on the couch."

I do as he says and climb on the couch, kneeling with my knees apart before leaning forward just a bit. "Is this ok?"

"Perfect." He crouches slightly to get a better angle before snapping a few pictures. I lean back a bit and bite my lip slightly, letting him take a few more.

He walks closer and puts his hand on my chest to push me back onto the couch, holding the camera with one hand as he leans over me. He uses his other hand to run all over me before grabbing my thigh and spreading me more so I'm entirely exposed.

He takes a few more before putting the camera aside and leaning down to kiss my neck. "The problem with having a muse when this is my passion is that I just can't keep my hands off of you."

"Good because I don't want you to, Daddy." I hum. I lean up to kiss him, smiling when he returns it.

He runs his hands up and down my sides before starting to yank off his clothes. He strips out of his button up before working on his pants. Once he's naked, he gets in between my legs again and smirks at me.

"f**k me."

He smacks my thigh, making me jump and moan softly. "You know daddy doesn't like cursing."

He lines himself up with my hole and pushes in slowly. I suck in a breath and moan softly as he starts to thrust into me. I wrap my arms around him and spread my legs more as he speeds up.

"Ah... daddy! That feels really good. M-More. Please."

"Anything for you, baby." He speeds up his thrusts, but leans back to grab his camera again, focusing the lens before taking a few more photos, making sure that it's clear that he's f*****g me.

I love how possessive Omi gets. He lets me post nudes online because I don't have a job and don't plan on getting one either, so it's not that important, but he likes to post ones of me doing s****l things for him as well. He never puts his face in them, but my subscribers know that I'm taken.

"Don't forget the camera, baby. Look here." He taps his camera, making me look into the lens and smirk at it.

"I look so dirty, Omi."

"You like when I make you dirty. Beg Daddy for what you want." He teases, slowing down a bit.

"Harder! Please touch me. I wanna feel good, Daddy."

He moves quicker while putting his camera back down. He thrusts his hips forward, slamming into me again and again. I stare up at him, loving the sexy way his black hair bounces slightly and sweat rolls down his broad chest.

His eyes are black, making him look extra sexy when he's staring at me, and his skin is light enough so it easily turns red when I rake my nails down his back. I like to mark him just as much as he likes to mark me.

"I-I'm close, Omi." I whine, feeling my legs shake as my area twitches a bit as a warning.

"You can c*m, baby. Go ahead."

He thrusts into me a few more times before releasing inside of me, making me moan and c*m as well.

Of course my parts don't work quite like normal parts do, so I don't have any semen, but there's these glands that I had before my transition that were preserved during surgery. Usually when I o****m some of the liquid they produce comes out.

I thought it was weird at first, but if nothing happened then Omi wouldn't be able to see that I was really satisfied. It makes me happy because Omi can see how good he makes me feel.

I pant softly and lay back on the couch. Kiyomi pulls out of me and kisses my cheek before walking off. He's gone for a few moments, letting me savor the pleasure flowing through me.

When he comes back, he brings a bag of goldfish and a juicebox as well as a cloth to clean me up with. "Thank you, Daddy!"

Once he wipes me all off, I sit up and start to eat the goldfish he brought me. He sits next to me and opens his mouth. I laugh softly and put one in his mouth, leaning against him with a little smile. "I'm excited to meet your friends. I can't wait to move."

"I'm glad you're excited. I'm sure you'll make a ton of friends."