Page 52 of Cupcake

Dean

After getting his boy dried off, Dean helped Logan limp back into the bedroom. Dean hated seeing his mate injured but as he’d been showering with his boy, Dean had checked the wound. Logan was healing even if it wasn’t fast enough for Dean.

Logan was still a little cum-drunk but held on tight as Dean sat him on the edge of the bed.

He knelt in front of Logan, cupping his face. “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” Logan slurred. “I want you.”

“I know, baby. I’m still going to claim you. I just wanted to make sure that you are fully aware.”

“I’m—” Logan swallowed hard. “I’ve wanted this since I was old enough to know what having a mate meant.”

“Me too.” Dean chuckled. “Lucifer and I used to talk about having a mate. What it might be like.”

“Are you disappointed?” Logan asked quietly.

“In you? Never!” Dean shook Logan. “Never! Do you hear me? I’m so proud to have you as my mate.”

“I…I haven’t told you everything,” Logan confessed. He dropped his gaze before looking away.

“There’s nothing you could tell me that would ever make me not want you,” Dean told him. He couldn’t imagine anything that his sweet boy had to say would change his mind. It didn’t matterwhat or who Logan might have done in the past. Logan was his perfect match. Promised to him by the fates.

“I…” Logan began to shake.

“Baby!” Dean pulled Logan against his chest. “Whatever it is, it’s all okay. I promise you!”

Logan pushed gently at Dean’s chest. “Third drawer on the right side of the dresser. All the way in the back.”

His boy was hiding something? Dean kissed Logan’s forehead then backed up. He didn’t waste time drawing this out. Not with Logan becoming visibly upset. Yanking open the third drawer, Dean spotted the lace, silk, and satin items pushed against the back. He reached in and pulled out a sexy pair of pink panties with white lace around the edges grinning.

Logan couldn’t be any more perfect for him.

“Are these what you are scared about?” Dean asked as he turned.

Logan’s face was beet red while he nodded.

“Sexy.” Dean whistled. “I can’t wait to see them on you. To dress my pretty boy and knowing I’m the only one that gets to see you.”

Slowly Logan lifted his head. Their gazes met.

Dean nodded. “I’m serious.”

“You…you don’t mind my…pretties?”

He strode forward with purpose. “I love your pretties. Daddy wants you to wear these around me all the time.” Dean kneltagain. “But I get the feeling that you haven’t shared this with anyone else.”

Logan shook his head.

“Why not?” Dean asked gently. He didn’t want to push his boy, but he needed to know. “I’ve seen both Bryce and Nate wearing diapers. I also walked in on Lawson being Drake’s cock warmer. I’d think that your family would accept that you like to wear these.” He placed the panties on the bed next to Logan.

“I think they will,” Logan whispered. “But how do I know for sure? My mama and father didn’t want me once I told them I was gay. I wouldn’t survive it if my family here…if they sent me away.”

His poor baby. Having to hide something that was so important to him. “I’ve got your back. Always. And you don’t have to tell anyone if you aren’t ready.”

“I could wear them though.” Logan ran his fingers over the gorgeous silk next to him. “Sometimes?”

“I would love that,” Dean said sincerely. “I would love to help you put those on every morning. As often as you want.”

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