Page 67 of Boy Issues

Silver brushed back a strand of hair that had fallen over Donovan’s eye. “I’ve no doubts there either, baby. But that’s not what I meant. With your career, with money. Remember when I explained what having my own boy means to me, and how serious I am about being a Papi to you?”

“Well, yeah. But…” Most of their conversations regarding finances had involved Donovan trying to pay for everything and Silver telling him no. “What are you saying exactly?”

“I’ll always take care of you, mijo. No matter what, I’ve got your back. So please, give that worry to me. It’s no longer yours to keep. I’ll do whatever it takes to give you your dreams, but if they don’t unfold the way you hope, you’ll still have somewhere to rest your head.” Silver pressed his palm to Donovan’s chest. “And a life filled with love. Never forget that.”

Donovan swallowed past a lump in his throat, sniffing back the tears that threatened. “I won’t.” He sniffed again. “I’ll never be able to thank you enough for all you’ve done for me. I’m not even an asshole anymore, thanks to you.”

He laughed, but Silver stayed serious, his gaze wandering over Donovan’s face, the barest hint of a smile on his lips.

“I didn’t change who you are, mijo. It was you who chose to be brave enough to drop your guard, to give us a chance. You did that.”

They stared into each other’s eyes, contentment filling Donovan in a way he’d never known was possible. How could he have gone through life without the gift of Silver’s love?

Speaking of gifts.

Donovan wiggled, and his dick started to perk up again. “I love the plug, by the way.”

Silver grinned. “I’m glad. I’d like to start using more with you.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth. However, I do have a problem with this one right now.”

Silver’s brow creased. “You should’ve said something if it was bothering you. You have to tell your Papi everything, that’s the only way I can help you.”

“The only thing that’s bothering me about it, is that it’s blocking your cock from fucking me.”

Silver rolled his eyes. “Ay…such a brat.”

Donovan stuck out his bottom lip. “Papi, please? Your boy is suffering.”

Silver pulled him closer then rubbed noses with him. “Since you asked so nicely, how can I say no?”

Donovan pressed his forehead to Silver’s. “I love you.”

“I love you too, mijo. Always.”

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