Oliver's bladder screamed the moment consciousness seeped back into him, a sharp, insistent pressure low in his belly that made his breath hitch. Dawn's pale gray light filtered through the gauzy curtains, casting soft shadows across the rumpled sheets where he lay rigid beside his partner's sleeping form. The thick, overnight diaper between his thighs already felt warm and heavy, but it wasn't enough—not for this. Not for the tidal wave building inside him. His honey-brown eyes widened, lashes fluttering as he sucked hard on the silicone nipple of his pacifier, the rhythmic shhk-shhk-shhk sound loud in the quiet room. Fingers dug into Teddy Tumble's worn blue bow, the plush bear's soft fur dampening under Oliver's sweaty palm. Rules. Bed. Stay. The commands looped in his foggy little-space mind, clashing violently with the urgent throb between his legs.

He squeezed his thighs together, the soft flesh of his inner legs pressing tight as he curled onto his side, facing his partner. The movement made the diaper crinkle faintly, a sound like dry leaves that sent a fresh jolt of panic through him. Warm amber and lavender notes from his baby lotion clung to the sheets, mixing with the sleepy scent of his partner's skin so close. Oliver whimpered around the pacifier, the sound muffled but desperate, his round belly tensing under the soft blue ducky romper he'd worn to bed. Every shift, every tiny adjustment sent sparks of need shooting through him, his toes curling inside thick socks. Can't... can't move... Daddy said stay... Tears pricked at his eyes, blurring the strong line of his partner's shoulder. Teddy's droopy ear brushed his cheek, a poor comfort against the agony of holding back.

A small, involuntary spasm rocked his hips forward, pressing the soaked padding harder against himself. The leak was sudden—a hot trickle that escaped his clenched muscles before he could stop it, wetting the already swollen diaper further. Oliver froze, breath catching in a silent sob. Shame burned his caramel cheeks crimson as warmth spread through the padding, the faint scent of urine sharpening in the air. Bad boy. Messy boy. The thoughts hissed in his mind, tightening his grip on Teddy until the seams strained. He wanted to hide, to vanish into the mattress, but the rules pinned him in place more effectively than any restraint. His honey-brown gaze darted to his partner's face, searching for any flicker of wakefulness, any sign he'd been caught. The pacifier bobbed frantically between his lips.

Another wave of pressure built, relentless and deep, making his lower belly ache. Oliver's pouty lips trembled around the pacifier, a thin line of drool escaping down his chin. He rocked his hips minutely, a frantic little wiggle that did nothing but intensify the fire in his bladder. The stretch marks on his hips felt taut, sensitive, as if his very skin protested the strain. T-Teddy... help... he pleaded silently to the bear, burying his nose in its powdery fur. Outside, a bird chirped—a bright, oblivious sound that mocked his silent torment. The room felt too warm suddenly, the air thick with the cloying sweetness of baby powder and his own rising desperation.

His free hand crept down, fingers brushing the soaked front of the diaper through the thin romper fabric. The touch was electric, a mistake—it shattered the last shreds of his control. A low, guttural whine tore from his throat, muffled but raw, as his body betrayed him utterly. Warmth gushed freely now, flooding the diaper in a rush that made it sag heavily between his thighs. Oliver shuddered, tears spilling over as wetness seeped out the leg guards, dampening the romper and sheets beneath him. The relief was instant, dizzying, followed by a crushing wave of humiliation. He curled into a tight ball, face burning, as the pacifier fell from his mouth onto the pillow with a soft plop.

"'M... 'M sorry, Daddy," he whispered, voice thick with tears, breath hitching around the apology. The words were barely audible, slurred and small, lost in the rustle of fabric and the ragged sound of his own crying. Teddy tumbled from his grip, landing face-down in the wet spot—a silent scapegoat. Oliver didn't move to retrieve him. He lay perfectly still, soaked and shivering, waiting for the world to end. The honey-brown eyes stayed fixed on his partner's sleeping profile, wide with dread and devotion, while the scent of lavender and urine hung heavy in the dawn light.