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It was a fact, now. He didn’t want me to see his upper body. But I’d already seen the dark pink mottling. And my fingers had skimmed just barely along his lower back. Maybe he didn’t feel them. But I felt the ridges and bumps there, the scars he was hiding. Did he think the scars would mean I’d want having him in my arms any less?

I longed to tell him how wrong he was. I only wondered how far up they went, and what had happened to him. Mere curiosity for my perfect boy, that was all.

But he didn’t want to tell me about them. Not yet. I had to leave it alone. The truth would come sooner than later.

Rubbing together brought my orgasm to rise quickly. Kiren made my blood rush and burn like no one had before.

I rocked him beneath me. He spread his legs, letting me between them. I kissed him all over his jaw and throat. I bit the V of his undershirt, teasing. He wrapped his legs around me. I still had my shirt on, too, so we were matched. He wouldn’t feel awkward.

Together, we brought ourselves to the peak of pleasure, our hips working as one to get what we each wanted. Needed.

I yelled as I came hard against him. He cried out. I smashed our mouths together, humping madly. Kiren’s cock throbbed against my hip. Dampness joined us together. I worried I’d stained his precious undershirt. Hopefully not much.

I kissed his breath away. He panted against my mouth until the world righted itself again.

I grabbed a towel and quickly cleaned us up, then cuddled him close.

“You’re amazing.” I nuzzled his hair.

“You are, Daddy.”

We lay in our afterglow for quite some time, until I heard Kiren’s stomach growl.

“Hungry?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Let’s get you into your jammies and have a good dinner.”

Kiren didn’t ask for underwear as he stepped into the legs of his pajamas. I buttoned him up to the neck, then kissed his forehead.

“You’re adorable.”

Kiren looked down at himself. “They are the best. Thank you for dressing me in them, Daddy. Are you going to wear pajamas?”

“Later, yes.” I’d changed out of my work clothes when I got home. I was comfortable in my jeans and long-sleeved cotton pullover. Except my jeans were still on the floor. I quickly pulled them on.

We went downstairs where I had started to prepare dinner before Kiren showed up.

“I hope you don’t mind spaghetti even though you had it the other night. I love it and it’s easy to make.”

“I love it.” Kiren bounced up on his toes, his hands clasped in front of him.

“Be a good boy and get your crayons and coloring book while Daddy finishes in here.”

He ran upstairs to grab them from his duffle. He brought everything to the table beside his plate, including Brobear, which he set in the empty chair beside him.

I helped him put on his bib, both of us smiling. He began to color and talk. “I love coloring. It’s so relaxing. Daddy, I’m so glad you asked me over for tonight even though it’s a work night.”

“No reason we can’t sleep together, right?” And have sex the way we just did.

“Right!”

After dinner,we played some board games. We laughed a lot which was a signal to me that our enjoyment with each other was growing. It was obvious we both loved being together. A win-win.

As the evening passed, Kiren became sleepy. It made his younger little self come out.

“Daddy. Sleepy.”

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