Other Fetishes

Chapter 17   Afterward, Jasper held Melissa close on the sofa, the apartment wrapped in that soft, floating quiet that came after something intense and good. He was back in his boxers and a worn t-shirt, relaxed in a way that felt earned. Melissa wore a clean pair of panties and an oversized t-shirt that slipped off one shoulder, her hair still a little wild. The TV murmured in the background, low and harmless, more light than sound. “Let me say it again,” Melissa chuckled, sinking deeper into the cushions. “Wow.” She stretched her legs out and rested her bare feet on Jasper’s lap. He took them without thinking, thumbs working gently into her arches. “I’m guessing you enjoyed yourself,” he said, smiling as he massaged. Melissa nodded, almost comically emphatic. “I really did. The way you took me… I expected it to be more—” she searched for the word, grinning, “—animal-like. Which would’ve been fine. Fun, even. But you were strong and driven and still… careful with me. And from behind…” Jasper tilted his head. “That’s just arousal.” “Yeah,” she admitted, laughing softly. “That too.” They watched the sports recap for a bit, not really following it, drifting closer until Melissa’s shoulder tucked neatly under his arm. Jasper ran his fingers through her hair, slow and absent-minded. “You know,” he said quietly, “when I first got close to you, I was pretty sure I wouldn’t last long.” Melissa turned her head, eyes warm, and squeezed his hand. “But you did. You stayed right there. Took your time.” She exhaled slowly, remembering. “It wasn’t a sharp moment. It was like a freight train rolling through me. Everything at once. Big. Overwhelming. Not even a climax, just… a storm.” Jasper shrugged, a little bashful. “Maybe the morning, the beers, all that buildup. Guess I wasn’t exactly starting cold.” “You were incredible,” Melissa said simply. She leaned in and kissed him, slow at first, then lingering. The kiss deepened naturally, unhurried, until they were no longer pretending to watch the TV. “Careful,” Jasper murmured at last, breath warm against her cheek, as she shifted and draped one leg across his lap. His body reacted before his brain could soften it. Melissa smiled against his ear. “Already?” He laughed under his breath. “Yep. It’s… happy.” “Happy is good,” she whispered, feeling his arousal over his boxers. She turned and settled onto his lap, facing him, her hands resting lightly on his shoulders. “Let’s take it easy.” Jasper’s hands found her bottom, drawing her closer without urgency, without rush. He kissed her lips again, then her jaw, then the soft place at her throat, holding her like this was exactly where they were meant to be. The rest of the evening stretched out gently, full and unforced, the kind of closeness that didn’t need to go anywhere fast to feel complete. - They ended up in the kitchen without really deciding to. Just drifted there. Jasper opened the fridge, stared inside like it might offer guidance. “Pizza?” he asked. Melissa peeked over his shoulder. “Leftover pizza is a yes. Always.” They slid slices onto a baking tray, nudged it into the oven, and cracked open cold beers while they waited. Neither bothered changing. Jasper stayed in his boxers and t-shirt. Melissa padded around in her panties and oversized tee, barefoot, hair loose, utterly unbothered. Both were sporting wet spots, result of mutual arousal earlier on the sofa. The oven beeped. Jasper pulled the tray out, the smell instantly better than it had any right to be. They took their plates back to the sofa, kicked their feet up on the coffee table, and ate like people who had absolutely nothing left to prove. “This,” Melissa said, lifting her beer, “is peak Sunday.” Jasper clinked bottles with her. “Agreed. Low effort. High reward.” They ate in comfortable silence for a while, the TV on but ignored. The kind of quiet that only worked when both people were relaxed all the way down. Eventually Melissa sighed. “Tomorrow’s Monday.” Jasper groaned. “Don’t say it out loud.” “Sorry,” she said, grinning. “What if we actually worked together tomorrow?” He looked at her, interested. “Return to where it all started.” “Well,” she said, “we could start at home. Or…” Her eyes lit up. “We could go to that coffee spot. Ours”. Jasper smiled. “I like that place.” “You do?” she asked, pleased. “Yeah. Good coffee. Decent Wi-Fi. And I like the idea of working next to you.” He nudged her knee with his. “Pretending we’re responsible adults.” Melissa laughed. “We can even bring laptops and everything.” “Bold move.” She leaned against him, pizza plate abandoned. “So it’s a plan?” “It’s a plan,” Jasper said. “Coffee. Work. Pretend Monday isn’t awful.” Melissa took a long sip of her beer and relaxed into him. “I like the way we do things.” “Me too,” he said, kissing the top of her head. They finished the pizza slowly, lazily, neither in a hurry to move or change or think too far ahead. Outside, the Sunday night settled in. Inside, everything felt easy. Tomorrow could wait. - The pizza disappeared faster than either of them expected. Jasper carried the empty plates to the sink while Melissa stretched out on the sofa, beer balanced on her stomach, toes brushing his thigh when he came back. “This is dangerously comfortable,” she said. “Mm,” he agreed, dropping beside her. “We’re going to regret this level of ease when the alarm goes off.” She hummed, then shifted slightly, the thought clearly catching up with her. “Speaking of which…” Jasper glanced at her. “Yeah?” “I’ll need to do my usual bedtime routine,” she said, casually but not dismissively. Honest. Open. “Before we crash.” “Okay,” he said immediately. No pause. No weight added to it. “Just tell me when.” Melissa studied his face for a second, then smiled. “You’re really good at that, you know.” “At what?” “Not making it a thing.” He shrugged. “It’s just part of the night. Like brushing teeth. Or setting an alarm. Besides, it’s cute.” She relaxed visibly at that, leaning into him. “I used to dread the morning after”. “And now?” “Now I just… plan for it.” She smiled faintly. “And apparently eat pizza in my underwear first.” Jasper laughed. “Sexy routine.” She tipped her head back to look at him. “Thank you. For earlier. For not making me feel like I had to rush or hide or explain myself a hundred times.” He kissed her. “Melissa, you don’t owe me explanations. You just let me know what you need. That’s it.” A quiet settled between them again. Comfortable. Secure. “Coffee and work tomorrow,” she said after a beat. “Then home. Then… same routine.” “Same routine,” he echoed. “And good coffee.” - They moved to the bedroom together. This time, she didn’t rush. Didn’t disappear into the bathroom.  She sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at him. “Okay,” she said softly. “Night routine.” Jasper nodded. “Go for it.” Melissa smiled, then surprised herself by climbing onto the bed and sitting cross-legged, right in front of him. She tugged her oversized t-shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside without ceremony. She didn’t cover herself. She didn’t look away. Jasper’s breath caught —with hunger, and with something deeper. Awe, maybe. Affection. The quiet weight of being trusted like this. “You’re beautiful,” he said, simply. Melissa felt it then — the way his gaze held her, steady and warm. Consuming. Desiring. Wanting her. She leaned into that look, letting it anchor her. She reached for the diaper, unfolding it with practiced hands, but when she fluffed it, hesitating, Jasper gently stepped closer. “Want help?” he asked. She nodded. He sat beside her on the bed, movements careful, respectful. When he took the diaper from her, his hands were steady, practical, almost reverent in their gentleness. Melissa lay back against the pillows, watching him with a soft, unfocused smile, feeling oddly calm, oddly cherished. Jasper reached for her panties. She let him. She raised her hips from the bed and he slipped them off. She was half horrified – she was getting wet. As if… she was aroused? For a brief moment, she got lost — in his closeness, in the warmth of his hands, in the way this care didn’t diminish her at all. If anything, it made her feel more loved. More held. More wanted. He touched her. Not just like a caretaker, a friend helping out. He was a lover, touching in places a lover would, in ways a lover seeks to transmit not only care… but want. Jasper noticed the way her eyes lingered on his face, the way her breath hitched. He met her gaze and smiled back, grounding the moment before it drifted anywhere else. “Almost done,” he murmured. Not teasing. Just leaving a lover’s imprint in a moment of care. He fastened the tabs neatly, efficiently, like it was the most normal thing in the world. When he finished, he smoothed the waistband gently, then rested his hand on her hip for just a second — lingering, charged. Reassuring. “All set,” he said. Melissa swallowed, emotion thick in her throat. “Thank you.” He leaned down and kissed her lips. “Anytime.” She pulled a sleep t-shirt on, curling into him immediately afterward, her head fitting perfectly under his chin. Jasper wrapped an arm around her, instinctive and protective. His hand again over her breast. Her nipple welcoming against his warm palm. They slid under the covers together, lights clicking off, bodies settling into familiar places. Melissa turned onto her side, back to his chest, and he spooned her without hesitation, exactly as before. “Goodnight,” she whispered. “Goodnight,” he answered, pressing a soft kiss into her hair. And as sleep found them — slow and kind — Melissa felt it clearly, without doubt or fear: She wasn’t being tolerated. She wasn’t being managed. She was being loved. Quietly. Completely. Exactly as she was. She smiled, eyes already soft with sleep. “You’re staying, right?” Jasper pulled her closer, arm snug around her shoulders. “I’m not going anywhere.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Anytime.” - Melissa lingered there for a second, then tilted her head to look up at him, curiosity bright in her eyes. “Can I ask you something?” she said. “Always.” She smiled, a little sheepish. “How are you so… good with all this?” She gestured vaguely toward herself. “This morning, the way you just took my diaper, rolled it up like it was second nature. And now…” She laughed quietly. “You didn’t hesitate at all. And I have to admit — I kind of loved how calm you were. Well”, she corrected herself, “you were hard, but you didn’t… take me”, she giggled. Jasper chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was wondering when you’d ask.” “Well?” He shrugged, settling beside her. “I’ve got two nieces. When they were little, my sister was always juggling everything — dinner on the stove, phone ringing, kids running around. So yeah, sometimes I’d help out. Changing diapers, cleaning up, whatever needed doing. It was never a big deal. Just… practical.” Melissa blinked. “So you’ve just been… doing this your whole life?” “Not my whole life,” he laughed. “But enough that it doesn’t faze me. It’s just care. Someone needs help, you help.” She studied his face for a beat, then grinned. “So what you’re saying is… I’m basically your biggest baby.” Jasper burst out laughing. “Wow. That is not what I said.” “Oh, come on,” she teased. “You tuck me in. You help me with bedtime. You’re very nurturing.” He shook his head, smiling. “You are a fully grown, very capable adult who happens to need a little extra help at night. Which seems to turn me on, regardless”, he chuckled. Melissa scooted closer, pleased. “Still. I feel very… taken care of.” “That part,” he said softly, wrapping an arm around her, “I’m happy to own.” She rested her head against his chest, content. “Good. Because I don’t think I could go back to hiding after this.” “You won’t have to,” Jasper said easily. “Not with me.” She smiled into him, eyes already drifting closed. “Good. Because I sleep better when you’re this good at being… you.” He kissed her hair. They settled under the covers again, the moment light, affectionate, and deeply safe — exactly the way a bedtime routine should feel. - They lay quietly for a few moments, Melissa tucked against Jasper’s chest, his arm draped around her in that steady, protective way that was already starting to feel familiar. She loved his hand on her breast. Then she noticed it. Not dramatically. Not suddenly. Just the unmistakable warmth and closeness of him behind her, his body responding in that half-asleep, half-aware way bodies sometimes do when comfort and affection blur together. He was hard. Against her diaper. Melissa smiled to herself. She shifted just a little — not enough to make a scene of it, just enough to let him know she’d noticed. Then she pressed back gently, a soft, deliberate nudge that carried more humor than intent. She could feel him. Jasper inhaled sharply. “Melissa,” he murmured, equal parts aroused and helpless. She craned her neck just enough to look at him, eyes bright in the dim light. “What?” He huffed a quiet laugh. “You know exactly what.” She grinned, clearly pleased. “I just wanted to check. You’re still human.” “Unfortunately,” he said, tightening his arm around her just a bit. “Yes.” She relaxed back into him again, smug and content. “Good. I’d hate to think I was cuddling someone immune to me.” He pressed his forehead against the back of her head, smiling despite himself. “You’re impossible. If I wasn’t wasted…” “And you’re very easy to tease,” she replied lightly. “Even when you’re being all gentle and responsible.” “Especially then,” he admitted. Melissa sighed, happy, and stilled at last, letting the moment settle back into calm. Jasper adjusted behind her, careful, tucking his arousal firmly against her diaper, finding a position that let them stay close without pushing anything further. “Sleep,” he whispered. “Mm,” she agreed, already drifting. They stayed like that — warm, close, amused by each other, aware of the pull between them but choosing comfort over urgency — until the teasing faded into something quieter and deeper. And once again, sleep found them exactly where they were meant to be. - Morning came. Bodies realigned after drifting. Melissa was wet, Jasper could tell that much. Her bottom was softer, the material felt partly bloated. But Melissa felt nice all the same – maybe even more. For a while Melissa corresponded to Jasper’s early morning advances – as he pressed against her, cupping her breast and spooning her. But as Melissa came to the realization of her wet diaper, she tensed. “Hey, it’s OK”, murmured Jasper. “I’m… wet. It’s… Just giving you heads up”, Melissa breathed.  “Relax. I know. I can feel it”, he said, pressing his morning arousal straight into Melissa’s diapered bottom. “Oh, God, Jasper… It feels good. But…” Jasper interrupted her. “It’s not butt. It’s bottom!”, he hissed into her ear. He squeezed Melissa’s diapered bottom and she arched her back, pressing against him. “Jasper… You’re making me… You’re turning me on. In my…”, Melissa breathed, hesitant but needy. “In your wet diaper. Is that it?”, he said, reaching for her cheek and holding her jaw. “Does it bother you?”, asked Jasper, gently. Melissa shook her head.  “Say it”, Jasper coaxed. Melissa turned her head as Jasper held her. Her voice was weak, hesitant. “It sounds gross… but it feels… Jasper, it feels so good!”. She pressed back for good measure. “No objections here”, Jasper pressed back. Melissa moved. “Just let me see you”, she said.  Jasper released her, and Melissa turned around on the bed. The bedsheets were already askew, and Jasper was hard in his boxers. He looked at Melissa’s glassy eyes, and knew she wasn’t just humoring him. She lay there on her back and raised her knees. Melissa looked at him and opened her legs wider. “Come here and kiss me properly”. Jasper surveyed Melissa, her wet diaper bunched up against her crotch, and shuffled between her legs and bent down. As he kissed Melissa’s lips, she brought him down onto her, holding him against her with her legs.  As Jasper felt the press of her diaper against him and her needy motion, he corresponded, as Melissa’s small hands made it into his boxers, holding his butt. The motion grew firmer and steadier, and Jasper knew – “Melissa, I’m going to make a mess”, he mumbled. “I got a washer and drier”, she giggled, and pressed his butt against her. At some point Jasper threw all care to the wind. He didn’t know what Melissa was feeling, but this was the best humping he’s done anytime, he couldn’t get over how good it felt. Melissa, fully aroused, both fully dressed, and Jasper knew that if he snaked his hands into Melissa’s rising shirt – well, there they were, hard nipples begging for his touch. He kissed her firmly as his hands roamed over her breasts, not caring anymore. They both came soon after that. Melissa, safely in her diaper. Jasper, ejaculating into his boxers – again. After they came back down from the throes of ecstasy, they were both looking at each other with funny smiles.  “Again, wow”, murmured Melissa. “Wow again”, Jasper chuckled, lying gingerly on the bed, trying not to get the front of his boxers too close to anything. “Was it gross?”, Melissa asked, tentatively. “For me, probably”, he laughed, silly. Melissa giggled. “Not for me”. “You’ve got a diaper on”, stated Jasper. “And you wish I wasn’t the only one”, said Melissa, smiling. Jasper snorted. “Right now? Maybe”, he said, dismissively. - Again, Jasper helped Melissa out of her diaper. Again, Melissa vibrated at the sweet afterglow that came with their lovemaking – whichever the occasion. Jasper was the perfect friend, a lover, a caretaker, and all three at the same time. “So, we make this our thing?”, teased Melissa. Jasper shrugged. “We can’t deny there was some sort of magic in it”. “It was hot”, said Melissa, looking him in the eye.  “You were hot”, countered Jasper, gazing at her.  “I feel more at ease wearing diapers now”, admitted Melissa, shrugging. “Knowing you like them so much”. Jasper tried to hide his bewildered look. He was wondering where his response to Melissa’s diapers came from.  “Hey dreamer”, called Melissa from the shower. “Care to join me? We’ll be late for work”. “Only if you behave”. And with that, their week started. New adventures. New discoveries. Together, as friends, as lovers. What did the world have in store for them?  They were going to find out.

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