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“Look how cute you are, sweetheart,” Shane coos, fingers tickling along Luca’s jawline. The blonde jerks out of grasp, jaw set.
“I don’t like it.”
“Why not baby? You’re so pretty,” Shane grins at him, hand lifting from his cheek to fiddle with the butterfly clips in his curls.
Luca scowls at that. He had expressed disdain over a pair of shortalls they had dressed him in a few days ago, Shane had said he didn’t have to wear them again. Then, this morning, he presents an overall dress instead. It’s girly and cutesy, with little flower printed straps that buckle and a matching diaper cover trussed in ruffles. It’s so short that Luca thinks even calling it a dress is generous.
“Very pretty,” Ilya emphasizes as he steps into the living room, grinning at the pouting Luca brooding on the couch. “Go play, malysh,” he adds after a beat, unwilling to let their baby stew like a brat.
Luca slides off the edge of the couch, scowling when it lifts the hem of the already impossibly short dress to reveal the little diaper cover underneath. It’s pink and floral, and the seat is nothing but rows of ruffles. Ilya grins even wider, teeth flashing in a way that reminds Luca of a shark.
“Oh look, mommy gave you some special panties for your diaper,” Ilya exclaims, reaching over to touch them. Luca whines at that, crawling away as embarrassing as that is. He plants himself on his bottom a few feet away, legs splayed open due to the thickness of the diaper Shane put him in. Where did mommy even find this stuff?
He doesn’t reach for any of the toys right away, but daddy raises his eyebrow kinda scary so he snatches the closest thing. He’s still sore from yesterday’s spanking, he doesn’t need another if he can help himself. He’s not even sure of what he’s picked up until he looks down and focuses on it. It’s a baby doll, custom ordered if he knows anything about Shane, because it looks just like Luca. It’s a girl baby, but she has blue eyes and curly blonde hair. And suspiciously a lot of her outfits match ones Luca wears.
Right now they’re not matching at least, she’s dressed in a more simple pink dress with her pacifier in her mouth. Luca runs a finger over it, suddenly aware that his own soska is missing. It’s fine. He doesn’t need it. He chews his tongue as he lifts the doll to his chest, movements slow and hesitant as he risks a peek towards the couch where mommy and daddy are openly watching him.
He rocks her a little, hand patting at her back. “Is your baby crying?” Mommy asks him, smiling sweetly in a way that makes Luca’s tummy swoop.
“Uh huh,” he breathes, looking back down at her.
“Oh no. Is she hungry?” Mommy cocks his head to the side.
Luca’s head bobbles. “She wants milk.”
“Where’s her baba?” Daddy prompts this time. They own every baby doll accessory you can buy, there’s countless bottles with fake milk inside at Luca’s disposal. He wrinkles his nose at the suggestion.
“No baba,” he shakes his head, scowling a little as his personal hatred for them seeps through. He plucks the pacifier from her mouth, hesitating briefly on where to put it before he slots it between his own lips. That draws a startled laugh from daddy that makes Luca grin. He lays the baby doll across his legs, hands gripping the bottom of his dress to shuck it up towards his armpits. With the material out of the way, he presses the dolls face to his chest, smiling at mommy as he does it.
“Milk,” he says, lisping around the plastic soother between his teeth.
Mommy smiles brightly at him, “Oh good job! You’re feeding your baby!”
“Yeah,” Luca nods, chewing on the plastic. The motion makes him lose his grip, the soother falls into his lap which garners an unhappy whine.
“I think that soska is for your baby,” Mommy points out as Luca snatches it back up.
“Mine soska,” Luca shakes his head, frustrated tears cropping up.
“Oh, malysh, come here,” daddy opens his arms. Luca drops the doll easily, dress falling back around his waist as he crawls towards Ilya.
He’s hauled up onto Daddy’s lap easily, thighs on either side of Ilya’s legs. “Sweet malysh,” Ilya hums, fingers stroking the exposed skin above the diaper cover. The touch is feather light and makes Luca jump, an involuntary giggle squeaking out before he can stop it. Ilya’s face lights up.
“Daddy’s malysh is so ticklish today,” he purrs, fingers moving a little more purposefully. Luca shrieks, jumping as Ilya’s other hand settles him back down.
“Tickle monster,” he hums, nibbling at Luca’s ear as his fingers inch up towards Luca’s ribs. He squirms at the sensation, gasping. “Daddy, n-no,” he stutters out breathlessly.
Ilya’s fingers dig in at just the right spot and Luca squeals, tensing as the diaper around his waist suddenly grows warm. He’s flushing down his neck when Ilya retracts his hands, pointedly looking away.
“Hmm, did the baby go potty?” Ilya asks him, snapping the diaper cover waist band against his skin. Luca trembles, hand raising to slid a finger into his mouth as he bites back tears.
“So sensitive,” Ilya murmurs, tugging Luca’s hand away so that he can replace it with a pacifier. Luca sucks on it harshly, sniffling behind the soother. Ilya bounces his knee a little, the motion jostling Luca and startling him back into reality as he furrows his eyebrows. Ilya does it again, watching his face.
The bouncing rocks him forward every time he comes down, grinding his crotch against Ilya’s knee. Luca bites down on the pacifier, breath hitching each time it happens.
“You like that?” Ilya asks him, bouncing him a little harder. The only response is a breathy moan, Luca’s eyes half lidded as he whimpers. They haven’t let him cum in so long, he’s desperate. He’ll do whatever they want.
“Aw, are you playing a game with daddy?” Shane pipes up, drawing Luca’s gaze to the side. Shane is sitting with his body angled towards them, phone in hand as he records with a shark-like grin. “What are you doing baby?”
Luca stutters as he grinds against Ilya’s leg again, the wet padding pressing against his rapidly hardening cock. “Um, I,” he breaks off with a little gasp, pacifier hanging loosely between his lips.
“Do you like playing games with daddy?” Shane prompts him again.
“Uh huh, l-like it, mommy,” Luca keens, back arching as he tries to gain more friction. His cheeks are flushed, eyes glazed over and shimmering as he whimpers.
His little cock is impossibly hard inside of the wet diaper, if Luca had to guess it’s probably flushed red and leaking from the tip already. “Daddy,” he whines, breathless.
“What?” Ilya asks him, feigning innocence as he bounces his knee a little faster. Luca gasps, toes curling. “Daddy, I, I, I—“ He breaks off into a moan as he comes, the diaper growing sticky as he fills it. Shuddering, he collapses forward into Daddy’s chest with a little hiccuping breath.
Daddy strokes his back gently, kissing his curls as Luca curls beneath his chin.
“Should we change the baby’s diaper?” Ilya asks him, patting roughly at his bottom so that the wetness presses close to Luca’s skin. The baby whimpers. Ilya doesn’t wait for a response, standing easily with Luca tucked against his hip so that his sensitive dick is forced against the diaper. Luca hisses, squirming, but Ilya just tightens his hold.
He shivers when his back hits the plastic of the changing mat, the coolness seeping into his skin as the dress is pushed up towards his armpits and the diaper cover is tugged away. The cold air rushing across his damp genitals makes Luca jump, legs curling instinctively. Ilya tuts at that, smacking the side of his thigh.
“Legs down, you’re a messy baby.”
Luca sniffles, sensitive and wrung out as he lowers his trembling legs. Ilya doesn’t take the time to warm the wipes, running the cold fabric across Luca’s skin without warning so that the baby jumps and cries out. A cooing sound from the doorway snaps his attention there, eyes blurry with tears as he squints to make out mommy.
“Mommy,” he warbles, voice small and watery. Shane steps closer, cooing.
“Is my little baby getting his bottom cleaned?” He asks, running a tender hand across Luca’s cheek.
Luca nods, index finger sliding between his lips. His free hand reaches up slow and tentative, ghosting along Shane’s shirt. Shane catches it, pressing a kiss to his palm. “Does mommy need to nurse you?”
Luca flushes, nodding. He ducks his chin a little, wet eyelashes fluttering.
“Go with mommy, malysh. Daddy will put clean diaper on you after.”
Luca squeaks as he’s lifted into Shane’s arm, cheeks warm as he registers that he’s wearing a short dress that hides nothing, with his bare bottom on display.
“Mommy,” he whines, embarrassed. Shane ignores it. He settles them against the headboard with Luca in his lap and lifts his shirt away.
“Go ahead baby,” he hums, guiding Luca’s face.
Luca latches tentatively, eyes flickering between the two as they watch him. His free hand tugs at the dress, attempting to hide, but it’s futile. Shane swats at his hand when he notices and Luca jerks back, momentarily losing his latch as he stares wide-eyed.
“Babies aren’t concerned with modesty.” Luca whines at that, looking away.
“Good boy,” Shane praises when he re-latches and Luca hates the way his body betrays him, cock stirring at the words. Shane’s hand closes around it, making Luca choke a little as his fingers wrap around his cock, just cradling it.
Luca’s eyes shut, muscles tense, but he doesn’t react otherwise. He’s a good boy like that, mommy said so.