He whines and looks at him with a pout on his face. "Half hour." he tells him. Meaning he was giving him 30 minutes to finish up his work.

"No promises." Alistair told him simply, tapping him on his nose tip. His work wouldn't take too much longer, either way.

"Twenty-nine." he said. Taking a minute away from him to finish his work. Usually when he takes longer then he tells him, he becomes very fussy.

"Baby, if you try to rush daddy, you'll find yourself in time out with a very sore bottom." Alistair warned him, voice loving but stern.

"No!" he whines and gets a little squirmy. Pressing his face into his chest and grumbles in a cranky tone.

"Then be a good boy." Alistair said simply. He was an experienced daddy at this point; Anything his baby sixteen year old could throw at him, he could roll with, at least a bit.

His whining became louder and kicked his leg out throwing a tiny fit. Not hitting Alistair at all. Then he stay still and lets his daddy do his work for now. Though he would let out whines and sighs for he does not like to wait.

Alistair ignored the little fit, focusing. It ended up taking about forty five minutes to finish, saving his work when he was done.

After the half hour passed. Ryker became quite fussy. He whimpers, whines, squirms in his lap and calls him out many times. He took hold of his shirt and shakes him. "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" he whines while he saves his work. When he saw that he settles down. "Fucking finally!" he said in a grumpy tone. Then wrapped his arms around his neck. "You took to long!" he whines and looks at him with a pout on is face.

Alistair gave Ryker a smack on his thigh for swearing. "Language, baby." he scolded gently, but cuddled him up.