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I learned to accept my scars years ago, but it never occurred to me until this moment to wonder if anyone might ever love them simply because they’re part of me.
“I don’t think you realize how crazy I am about you. If being in a relationship with you means no sex, fine. If it means we get creative or that penetration isn’t an option at all, okay. And if it means I spend hours on end petting and licking your cock until you finally get hard, I’m more than good with that. I want you, Gan, not just your dick.”
So, apparently, getting blown up gave me a Daddy fetish.
“This is what Daddy kink is about at its core,” I explain. “You were anxious, and I’m going to make it better. How we get there, what it looks like, all of those other details, are things a good Daddy will tailor to you.”
“This isn’t a game for me. I’m looking for something lasting, just like you and Nolan are.”
I want my boys in my bed tonight. A satisfied tremor runs through me. My boys.
Like Nolan, a full-body sigh shudders through him as if he’s feeling the significance of the collar, the weight of my ownership, straight through to his soul.
“I love you both beyond measure. My perfect, stubborn boys.”
