Don't cry. Don't cry, I chant in my head.
I figured as much, but now I know just how much he has been through. Why he is the way he is. He's always had to be strong, even as a child. I know it's silly, but I have this overwhelming feeling to want to protect him, to show him that he can be vulnerable with me.
He chuckles, brushing his thumb across my check like he can read my mind. "You're doing a good job holding it together."
I give him a tight smile, blinking back the tears. He tilts my chin up, his thumb grazing my lip. "But seriously, I don't want your tears, kitten. Save them for when you're coming apart on my cock."
I laugh softly, the tension breaking, and I decide not to press any deeper into his past. Not tonight. He's shared enough with me.
"Can I really have both of you?"
