Kat's House (Kat POV)

I looked around at all the houses we drove past, occasionally glancing over at my little prince. Adam had given me some directions at first, but he quickly nodded off (quite adorably, of course. He tells me to keep this story objective, but I'm pretty sure it's objective to call him the most adorable, delicious baby in the world!).

I frowned as I drove through the neighborhood where he'd told me to go. This wasn't safe for my baby at all! There were bars on the windows of the houses, the people were shouting from the insides, the lawns were unkept and overgrown, and I was pretty certain I heard gunshots somewhere nearby. I wasn't a snobby person (although I certainly made enough through various means to afford a comfortable house), but I knew I'd be a terrible person to allow my Adam to continue living in this neighborhood.

I looked back over at him, asleep with his head pressed against the window. Well, there was no harm in letting him sleep a bit longer... And an **** boy couldn't exactly tell me which house was his. I smiled a little smile and drove right on through the neighborhood, then I made a turn towards my own house.

I gave out a little sigh of contentedness. I reached over and gently petted his shoulder and arm, careful not to wake his little self up. It felt so good to finally have someone else with me on these night-time drives back home. Adam wasn't my first little one. I hoped he wouldn't mind that. But he was certainly the best, so far. It all just seemed so natural to him! Everything he did, all the ways he reacted, it all set off a fire in me. Plus his body’s a 10/10.

I pulled into my driveway with these positive thoughts, which unfortunately sparked that powerful flame in me right now. I looked over at Adam, licking my lips as I parked—I’ve tried to get rid of that tell for years now, licking my lips, but thus far I’ve been unsuccessful and Adam knows when he sees it that I’m hungry for him. Anyway, I was staring at him, and that neck... it needed a few hickeys to decorate it. I closed my eyes, shaking my head. I needed to get him inside so he could fall asleep comfortably! Unlike last night.

I still felt a bit bad about that, leaving him in the sink. But who could blame me? He looked so cute! And it’s not like I knew he couldn’t get out. I got out of the car and walked over to his side. I scooped him up in my arms and locked the car before walking him into my home. I had a little struggle unlocking my door with one hand, but the way he snuggled against my shoulder as I held him was inspiration enough to fight through the struggle without waking him.

I dropped my purse beside the door, where I usually left it, but then I remembered I didn't have work tomorrow. We didn't have work tomorrow. Oh, ho ho.

_We are going to have so much fun tomorrow._

I took him upstairs, resting his little naked body on the bed. It was so sweet of him to not complain about his bare body the whole way home. It made me wonder, did he like being naked around me? I'd have to find out about that later, when he woke up. I tossed his torn up clothes in the corner of the room, vowing to myself that I'd buy him some new ones to replace these. I had gathered these torn up ones from the kitchen while he was enjoying his snack. I don't think he noticed me do it, in his post-orgasm delirium.

I curled up my body against him on the bed and wrapped my arms tightly around him. I was exhausted, so I didn't bother to change out of my work uniform. I fell asleep inhaling his scent, imaging all the things I'd do to him tomorrow.