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Izzy had an odd day off. Stede had left for the office hours ago. Bright and chipper, dapper and delicious smelling, he was out braving the capitalist world with a homemade lunch and the travel mug of tea Izzy pressed into his hands with a final fond kiss.
Izzy had seen him off with that fond kiss, some giddiness about having the house to himself for a day, and a rocky surge of melancholy… about being at home without Stede for the day.
The chores were done by early afternoon, even the chores Izzy invented to make the time pass faster. Not bothering to get out any dishes, he leaned against the kitchen counter, reading a new book and munching chips and carrots and cheese.
There wasn’t much more to do once his snack was gone so he made a cup of coffee and settled in his favorite spot to read and relax. Again.
An hour or so later, immersed in the book, his bladder began to compete for attention. Izzy ignored it. Until he couldn’t.
He wasn’t entirely sure what motivated the decision, but rather than heading down the hall to the bathroom, he opted for the slightly shorter trek to their bedroom.
Pulling a couple prefold nappies out of the drawer, he arranged them inside his boxer briefs. Sure, his sweatpants would get wet. But it would be warm. And he didn’t feel like hunting out a nappy cover or stripping off his sweats to get on a pull-up or wiggling around on his back trying to close one of the disposable diapers himself.
Besides, that part was Stede’s favorite, kissing Izzy’s tummy and massaging his balls through the layers of absorbent fluff. Wouldn’t be the same to do it without Stede.
Izzy could never manage to explain to Stede, or himself, why waddling around with thick fabric between his legs felt so nice. Secure. Warm. Soft. Even wet it was nice. Something nice to rub his cock on maybe - like wearing a humpable pillow inside your pants. Or he was just an old depraved pervert who liked pissing himself.
He didn’t look at it too closely today.
Thick layers arranged and feeling like heaven, Izzy had to grab his cock a bit to keep himself from going immediately. Maybe he should have done this a bit earlier. He hustled over to the linen closet and got one of their big waterproof blankets.
Back in the living room, with the waterproof blanket draped over every part of the chair that could feasibly get wet, Izzy settled back in his favorite chair. Rubbing idly over the thick fabric covering his crotch, he picked up his book.
This wasn’t something he did often. Or ever actually.
It took conscious effort to let the first flood go. Izzy closed his eyes and reveled in the warmth and near orgasmic release. With a blanket over his lap, everything felt warm and comforting. Izzy kept reading.
The second flood came a half hour later.
This release was really part two of flood one. Izzy still worried about going so much his diapers would overflow and leak. Consequently he tended to wet only until the urgency receded. But he had a giant waterproof blanket under his arse, there was nothing to worry about today.
His sweatpants were soaked and he could feel the warmth spreading through the blanket, down his thighs and around his hips, up his back and so very warm on his balls.
Still feeling warm and happy under his blanket, Izzy kept reading. A few erratic trickles eased out like sunbeams - warm little gifts you could only appreciate.
The third flood felt like heaven. Like sinking in a bath with your favorite book. Only his bath was an enormous quantity of piss. This might be his favorite book though.
Izzy was wondering about the capacity of the waterproof blanket, trying to talk himself into getting up before it overflowed and started dripping puddles of piss in their living room, when Stede came home.
“That kind of day?”
Relaxed, warm, soaked in piss, oddly both sated and horny, Izzy just smiled hazily, nodding at his ‘new’ book, nearly finished now.
“Don’t think I’ve ever sat and read that much.”
“Up we go then, dear. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Izzy spotted the puddle when Stede helped him stand. Piss had soaked the blanket, flooding over the front of the chair and dripping from blanket to floor incriminatingly.
“Shit. I’ll clean that up.”
“You’ll do no such thing Israel. Come along.”
Stede stripped him, put him in the bath, and washed him thoroughly. The hazy smile never left Izzy’s face. How many times did Stede wash his balls? Four? Maybe he could ask for his book and read while Stede serviced him.
“There we are. Just beautiful Izzy. You’ve been doing such a good job drinking your water today.” Another stream flowed out when Stede slid soapy fingers in his arse.
“Let’s get you dried up and all cozy so we can make dinner.”
“So I can make dinner, you mean.”
“Yes yes. I don’t believe either of us feel like a visit from the fire department this evening.”
Izzy could never figure out where Stede found such enormous towels. He was swaddled crown to ankles in soft puffy cotton, nothing like those skimpy scratchy towels you could barely wrap around your waist.
Though the thought of Stede in one of those… slung low on his hips, barely enough overlap to stay on or hide those thick freckled thighs. Skin rubbed pink by the scratchy fabric, and probably bitching about it the entire time. Broad chest above, tanned, slightly furred, maybe rivulets of water dripping between his tits. Pink nipples, soft from the bath and ready to be suckled and abused…
“And that’s you done.”
When did that happen? Stede was rubbing him firmly, smiling softly at Izzy’s confusion. He was dry, diapered, and wearing his favorite dark green sweatpants. He struggled awkwardly to sitting, letting Stede pull a fleecy hoodie over his head. Soft fingers combed hair off his forehead.
*Smooch*
“Fucking twat.” But Izzy was leaning into his warmth. “Pasta and chicken okay for dinner?”
“Sounds scrumptious darling.”
Scrumptious. Stupidest fucking word from the world’s stupidest fucking twat. Christ, Izzy loved him.
In the kitchen Izzy pulled ingredients and pans from cupboards. Rather useless with heat or more than one ingredient, Stede confined himself to pouring Izzy an enormous glass of water, “Drink up,”