“I… I want to be your good boy.”
The moment he said those words, my eyes widened, my heart swelling so big I couldn’t breathe.
He was mine, finally.
The thought made something warm bloom in my chest. A slow, deep feeling spreading through me until I couldn’t hold back the small smile pulling at my lips.
“Good boy,” I whispered, and right there his lashes fluttered like the praise had hit him harder than any touch I had given him.
I caressed his face softly with both my hands. His skin was warm under my palms, and he leaned into the touch without thinking.
I brushed the last bit of tears from his beautiful face away, almost reverent. His admission played loud in my head, over and over again.
I… I want to be your good boy.
I leaned in and kissed him deep, pouring everything into it.
