Page 64 of Boy Issues

Silver rubbed his thumb over Donovan’s beard. “Do you see yourself—” Silver must’ve noted Donovan’s scowl. “Do you see us using it enough to warrant the upkeep and taxes?”

“Actually, I don’t. Plus, it was more of a hook-up location than anything else.” He smirked. “Something to impress all the boys.”

That remark earned him a pinch, which was sort of what he’d been going for.

“Such a brat.” Silver softened the admonishment with a quick peck on Donovan’s lips. “So if you sell the beach house, the most outrageous models in your car collection and your stock in Fonterra and Associates, you’ll still be a millionaire many times over and could live a good life off the interest alone. Does that sound about right?”

While intellectually Donovan was already aware that Silver was right, hearing him say it out loud made all the difference. He didn’t need to be tied to his family. Instead, he’d start a new one with Silver.

“It does. Thank you.” Donovan smiled. “That helped a lot.”

“You’re welcome.” Silver had moved to running his fingers through Donovan’s hair. “Then, once we have the garage and your new business going full steam—we’re set.”

Donovan wrapped his arms around Silver’s neck. “This is the first time since I began design school that I’ve felt such excitement about life. But more importantly, it’s the first time I’ve wanted a future with someone, and that feeling goes beyond excitement. You’re my whole world, Papi. I hope you know that.”

Silver placed soft kisses all around Donovan’s mouth then pushed his tongue past the seam of Donovan’s lips. He tasted him over and over, Donovan opening up to his Papi, submitting to the demands of the kiss. Silver broke away, but framed Donovan’s face with his palms.

“Mijo, I’ve waited for you, ached to have a boy of my own. You’re my whole world too.”

Silver drew him into his arms, and they held each other for several minutes, Silver rocking him until their breaths matched.

“Can we go to bed now?”

Silver chuckled. “I hope you don’t mean you’re tired, because I have a special gift for you.”

Donovan drew back so he could see Silver’s expression. He grinned. It was positively wicked.

“Oh, do tell.”

Silver pinched him again. “It’s a surprise. Up you go.” Silver encouraged him off his lap, then headed to the bedroom without waiting for Donovan. He glanced over his shoulder. “I want full nakedness when I get out of the bathroom. Lie on the bed and wait for me while I get something ready.”

Donovan wasted no time as he tore off his clothes. He gazed down at the lacy, red thong Silver had bought for him the day after he’d walked out of the firm and toyed with the idea of leaving it on. Silver hadn’t been shy about letting Donovan know how much it turned him on.

However, Silver had given him a command, and nothing was more important than pleasing his Papi. He hooked his thumbs underneath the elastic straps and slid the garment past his hips. They’d been at it like rabbits all week, but Donovan was ready for more. He hadn’t known he could crave someone the way he did Silver.

“That’s my good boy.”

Silver strolled into the room, carrying a few towels over his arm, a plastic bag and a round, plastic bowl. Donovan narrowed his eyes as he tried to imagine what might be going on.

He trusted Silver. It wasn’t that. And while he’d lived a rather debauched life, other than a few threesomes and the occasional bukkake, he’d never felt safe enough with anyone to allow them to tie him up or strike him. As hot as the idea of submission had always made him, fulfilling his urges had been too risky, let alone allowing another man to care for him the way Silver did.

As Silver drew near, he dropped the towels on the bed, but set the rest of what he carried on the dresser where Donovan couldn’t get a clear view. Silver turned, catching Donovan craning his neck. He clucked at him.

“Now, now. Good things come to boys who wait.”

“Tease.”

“Don’t you want your gift from Papi?” Silver quirked an eyebrow.

If Donovan was being completely honest with himself, Silver could probably get him to do anything.

“I do. I’ll be extra good.”

Silver padded over to the bed, still clothed while Donovan was nude. He cradled Donovan’s head to his side, petting his hair, then tucking it behind his ears.

“You make Papi very happy.” He pressed a kiss to the top of Donovan’s head. “After I lay down a towel, I want you on it face down, with your knees tucked under you.”

The position wasn’t that unusual for them—Silver loved to open him up with his cock or the dildo before flipping him over and fucking him into the mattress—but Donovan doubted that was what he was going for tonight. Especially when there was a bowl involved.

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