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It sounded like a veiled warning, like there was a story there he wasn’t sharing, but Nathan couldn’t focus on that.

“Can we, maybe, start with that stuff and then move on to the compliance thing?”

“It goes hand in hand.” The way Ken’s naturally dark eyes blackened showed he meant it too, making Nathan gulp down.

“Why?”

“Because I need to trust you,” he said. It felt like this was something Nathan should’ve already known. If he’d been paying more attention, perhaps. “And weren’t you saying earlier Daddies know best?”

“I’m pretty sure I didn’t say that.”

His nose scrunched up by the mere idea.

“Not those words, but the meaning was there.”

Nathan’s arms crossed over his chest. “Agree to disagree.”

It made Ken chuckle, though, so he guessed he couldn’t be too mad about it.

“I want this.” Apparently, it also gave him the courage to speak—albeit at a lower volume than they’d been using. “I want a dynamic that feels easy, that just flows naturally where things feel… right.”

He knew it was stupid.

It sounded stupid, the kind of stuff that would only come out of someone who had read way too many romance novels where happy endings were a given.

Which was why he avoided talking about it, keeping the truth close to his chest.

Nathan couldn’t quite figure out why the words had made it out into the real world, but it was slightly disturbing.

He couldn’t be not in control.

Not like this.

Not when it was humiliating.

“That’s gonna break my heart, boy,” was the only thing Ken said before his arms opened in a silent invitation for Nathan to slot himself in there.

He was happy to oblige, even when his body vibrated with all the reasons why he should’ve kept his mouth shut.

“Is that all you wanted?”

“No,” Ken had to—of course—ruin the fun, “but it’s enough for now. Thank you, boy.”

The use of boy instead of brat didn’t go unnoticed.

Nathan would just ask him about that when he regained the energy that was quickly leaving his body.

Ken’s body, with all its hard and soft places, was fucking perfection.

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“This is nuts,”Nathan’s soft giggle—the one Ken had regretfully only caught a couple of times so far—tugged at his damn heartstrings.

Ken sighed.

There was nothing he could do about the way everything in him was screaming to take care of the boy and not let go of him.