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“No, you’re my boy, and I’m going to take care of you. Let me do this.”

His pupils dilate, blowing wide as his lips part in surprise. I take advantage by guiding the spoon onto his tongue, and he lets me feed him until the bowl is nearly empty, never dropping his gaze. There’s so much trust in his eyes that my chest physically aches.

“I’m still not calling you Daddy,” he grumbles around a piece of grilled cheese, finally breaking the silence.

I can’t help but grin. “You can call me anything you want. You’re still mine.”

His breath catches as he swallows, delicate throat flexing with a nod. “Yours.”

The word sends warmth flooding through my bones, stirring a fierce protectiveness in my soul. He’s mine. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep him safe.

“Let’s get ready for bed.”

After cleaning up the dishes, I find him in the bathroom, perched on the counter. Smiling in amusement, I grab a toothbrush and scrub his teeth for him, laughing at the horrified look he gives me when I use the same brush for my own.

“Need I remind you where my tongue has been?” I chuckle, spitting into the sink. “We’ve shared far more than mouth germs, baby doll.”

His face flushes pink, and he mutters something under his breath, making me smirk. Once we’re finished, I strip us both naked before we climb between the sheets in our bedroom.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” Shilo groans in relief, melting into my hold. “Would have rather been here than that stupid party.”

“The feeling is mutual,” I huff, ignoring my rapidly filling cock as I gaze down at him. “Tell me what happened today.”

He grimaces, burying his face in my chest before flinching when the action bumps his nose. “Ow, frick. This sucks balls.”

“No more hiding, Shilo. Talk to me. I want to know what’s going on in your head.”

Several moments pass as he gathers his thoughts, and then he scoots up slightly to throw a leg over my hip. “Okay, but c-can we…can you get inside of me first? I want to feel close…is that weird?”

Shaking my head, I kiss him softly, feeling his hardness poke at my stomach. “Not weird at all, baby. I need you.”

A whimper leaves his throat when I reach over to grab the lube from the nightstand, and I spread some over his pucker before working him open with my fingers. Our kisses are slow, barely touching tongues, his cries of pleasure soft and breathy. When he’s ready, I pour more over my cock before gently sliding into him, his tight hole so fucking warm that I have to force myself to stay still.

God, he feels so good, so right. Absolutely perfect.

With a contented sigh, he rubs his forehead against my shoulder. “Kansas dressed me up for my birthday. I thought I looked okay.”

“You looked so damn sexy.” My hips jerk involuntarily. “That picture had me hard in a room full of execs. I almost embarrassed myself.”

He snorts, making his hole flex around my cock, and I groan as my balls start to ache.

“Well, anyway, the party started off fine, I guess. Carpenter told me not to leave his side and not accept drinks from strangers.”

Another point in Carpenter’s favor. Turns out, the useless PA isn’t so useless after all.

Shilo continues. “But then it got hot and too loud, so I went to find the restroom for some air, and that’s when those assholes found me.”

As he recounts what happened, my anger builds with every word, softening inside of him. I have to bite my tongue to keep from snapping when he shares the things his dad said. It’s official—I hate Mark Reed more than I hate my own father.

“He said I deserved it because of how I dressed,” my little doll whispers against my neck, his voice catching, and I press a soft kiss to his temple.

“No one has the right to hurt you, Shilo. For any reason. You’re allowed to feel comfortable in your own skin.”

“I know. I’ve just…” He swallows hard, his blue eyes searching my face. “I’ve been teased my whole life about how I look, but this time it was for my sexuality. Feels like it’ll never end sometimes.”

My heart breaks as I pull him closer, wishing I could take all of his pain away. “I want to tell you it gets easier, hearing the comments and slurs. But it doesn’t. People will always have opinions about how we live and who we love. But those opinions are about them, not you.”

I cradle his face, making sure he’s looking at me. “Don’t hide away or try to change, baby. You’re perfect just as you are.”