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Mumbo squeaked and threw his hands up; his face bright red and his hands began to dance quickly. “Grian, no… not like that!” He quickly told him as he moved away from him. Mumbo couldn’t stay still for a moment before he was almost hopping foot to foot… as if he needed a diaper instead of Grumbot.
Grian raised an eyebrow, thinking that perhaps this was Mumbo’s whole thing? Wouldn’t it be insane that this millionaire set up this entire thing to lure Grian in… to what? This was all to get him to strip down and let Mumbo put a diaper on him? There was no way… Mumbo was too damn well naïve to even do something like this.
The worst thing was that if Mumbo, honestly was into it… Grian would have at least tried it. He would have let him because it would have made Mumbo happy and if Grian could wank off in the shower to fantasies of seducing or worse to Mumbo, Grian could put a nappy on… He wouldn’t necessarily enjoy the act itself… just like blowing someone but if he made his partner happy… why not? As a special treat kind of thing. He was sure he would be able to trade for Mumbo dressing up like a fussy professor with a bow tie and wire rim glasses, for Grian to paint with his cum…
“Uh huh? Just practice?” Grian walked slowly out of the nursery, leaving Grumbot to snooze away. Of course, Mumbo hurried after him, his hands dancing and he was almost falling over his own feet as he trying to get in front of Grian. “Nothing odd about you know asking a grown man to lie down for you so you can put a diaper on them.”
“I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I didn’t… I mean… Not you know… naked… But…” Mumbo explained, tripping over his words and almost his own feet again. Seeing this, Grian paused at the top of the stairs, worried that Mumbo would fall down the stairs. Mumbo even bumped into him at the top, and Grian grabbed his arm, stopping Mumbo falling. “Oh shoot…” He clung quickly to Grian.
“Mumbo… It is okay… we are going to get a cup of tea and you can keep digging yourself to bedrock.” Grian teased, seeing the flush on the man’s cheeks. “So… the plan was?” Grian prompted as soon as they got into the kitchen. Grian moved to make them a cup of tea each.
Mumbo breathed out and looked at Grian, still so red. “You lying down on the blanket… using it as a mock diaper… You don’t get undressed or anything…” He explained shyly now. “I just realised… That there is some that might think that there is… a sexual… element to it… I do not… That is why uh… I didn’t realise.” He whispered the last bit, as if he was in confession.
That shocked Grian… Mumbo admitting to something being seen as sexual? The man who invited him to share his bed… The man who missed every flirt or suggestive thing he said? Grian raised his eyebrow again at him. “It is okay, Mumbo… I know… it is you.” Grian quickly reassured him before turning his attention to the kettle.
Mumbo took a moment to reply. “Yes, well… You know… I am glad I am considered above such things. I just… don’t want to harm Grumbot.” He admitted and gladly accepted the mug Grian presented to him.
Grian sat with his own shortly after, looking at Mumbo, seeing the nervousness on his face. “Mumbo you aren’t going to hurt Bean. I have seen you be so damn careful with them. It is just not in your nature.” He softly reassured him, seeing the nervous glanced Mumbo gave him. “You are honestly doing so well… I think you need to be kinder to yourself.”
Mumbo’s fingers traced the mug’s pattern, his eyes fixed on it, following the lines and definitely not looking at Grian. “I don’t want to mess this up… What if you aren’t here? What if I can’t do it?” He questioned glumly. “Oh gosh Grian… I am just terrible.”
Grian felt the guilt stir in his stomach. “Mumbo stop beating yourself up. You aren’t terrible. You are just being dramatic. Every parent in the entire world has these same worries… and look how many kids survive despite that?” Grian told him and reached out to him, putting a hand on Mumbo’s wrist. He took a deep breath… “Would… it really make… you feel more comfortable?” He asked hesitantly. “To practice?”
Mumbo looked back and gave him a nod. “It truly would. Just once or twice just so I know what I am doing…”
“Fine… but you are telling no one.” Grian told him and got up. “We can do this in the living room.”