“Benji, everybody is going to call me a sugar baby.” “A what?” “Sugar baby!” He sat up and poked me in the chest. “You are the sugar daddy and I am the sugar baby.” That seemed accurate. Fuck yes, I was his Daddy. Fuck no, I didn’t care who knew. “Why are you smiling, Benji?” I looked down at him. “Baby, it makes me so fucking hard to think about all the ways you’re mine.”
