Page 51 of Boy Issues

“Mijo! Now!

Donovan gave his dick one final hearty tug, then erupted over his fingers, between their bodies, growling through the intense orgasm. Silver took his mouth again in a frantic kiss and they both moaned as they climaxed until their bodies gradually stilled.

But the kiss didn’t end.

Silver didn’t roll away, or rush from the bed to grab a towel or any of the other excuses his typical partners would use once the deed was done. Hell, he’d done it himself.

The kiss carried on, gentling as they both came down from their joint releases. Silver carded his fingers through Donovan’s hair, licking and tasting him as if he were the most precious thing in the world.

Donovan’s chest tightened and his throat grew thick with emotion. He refused to allow the moment to be colored by his own grief over what he’d never had. What he’d never thought he could have.

Silver drew back and gazed down into Donovan’s eyes. “How’s my baby doing?”

Donovan cleared his throat, hoping he could keep his voice steady. “Fantastic. That was…fantastic.”

Silver gave him another soft kiss. “Good. Papi wants his boy to feel good.”

The urge to make a self-deprecating joke rose up inside, a way to lighten the moment so he wouldn’t have to deal with the heavy emotions that were beginning to overtake him. But that wouldn’t be fair to Silver. Wouldn’t honor how real Silver was.

“I do. More than you know.”

Silver kissed him again, never breaking the connection as he retrieved the condom when his softening cock slipped from Donovan’s body. Under different circumstances, with someone else, he would’ve likely insisted on verifying that the condom hadn’t broken, or leaked, or that the disposal was properly handled.

But not with Silver. He trusted his Papi.

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