Seri clung to him, crying as he continued to rock him. They stayed like that for a long while, just sitting there on the floor in silence while time passed by.
Tears continuedto run down his face as Severo held him. He felt warm, comfortable in the man’s arm…yet…the fear was still there. Hanging over him like a bird waiting to swoop down.
“I…” Seri rasped. “I hate this. I hate that I’m still so afraid. And I just…I refuse to let that fear hold so much over my head.” He let out a shuddered breath and pulled back to look into Severo’s eyes. The man’s gaze was glassy with unshed tears. “I-I want you t-to read it. I want you to be the first one to read it.”
“I—”
“Silently…of course.” He pushed off of Severo’s lap, and spun around, frowning at finding the coffee table far from where it should be, and with a baby monitor on it but nothing else. Where…? He looked around.
“It fell off the table when I pushed it out of the way.”
“Ah…” Seri mumbled. Spotting the tablet on the floor, he grabbed it and returned to Severo’s lap, holding it out to him.
The Dweller's hand shook…but he did take it, face grim. Seri, on the other hand, clung to him, and buried his face into Severo’s chest at the first tap on the screen, not wanting to even see the document.
Silence fell between them while the man read. When Severo’s chest began to shake, and the man’s tears hit the top of his head, Seri held on tighter as his own eyes began to fill again.
He couldn’t stand to do nothing any longer when Severo suddenly sobbed. “I’m sorry.”
Seri pulled back to cup the man’s face. “You big old softy, what are you crying for?” Seri whimpered, before wiping away Severo’s tears. He took another shuddered breath, and pressed a soft kiss to the man’s mouth. “Shh.”
“I’m so sorry.” Severo tossed aside the tablet and wrapped his arms around Seri, just as another sob slipped out.
Tears coming faster now, he lightly smacked the Dweller on the chest. “Why are you apologizing? You didn’t do anything.”
‘I’ve never been more ashamed of my kind?—”
“Stop!” he snapped. “It’s not your kind. It was Preston! Shadow Dwellers didn’t do that to me. Preston did that to me. The only one responsible for what he did is Preston. You…” He wiped more of the man’s tears away. “…are a good man. A good Shadow Dweller. Which is why I’m not worried about Skya being a Shadow Dweller. Because it won’t change how wonderful she is. You have shown me how kind, how amazing Shadow Dwellers can be. And I know that she will be just as wonderful as you.”
Severo’s bottom lip trembled, and he pressed his forehead against Seri’s. “I’m still sorry.”
“Enough! You are going to stop apologizing, and you are going to do something for me, that will give me back what Preston took away.”
Just as Seri knew he would, the Dweller shuddered at the change in his tone, even if he was still crying. “What…what do you want me to do? I’ll do it…anything.”
Seri hesitated, cheeks heating slightly as he slowly explained. “I want you to...listen to every word I say. And I want full control over my own pleasure. Full control to touch you, and not feel ashamed of what I'm doing and what I want… Can I have that?”
“Yes!Touch me, do whatever you want,” Severo begged, even while his tears still fell.
He moaned when Seri took his lips in a searing kiss. But the kiss didn’t last long, and he couldn’t help but whine as the Nymph pulled away and off his lap, to stand there in front of him.
“Strip down, turn one of the kitchen chairs out, and then sit,” Seri ordered firmly.
A shudder went through him, and his already perking cock hardened fully. “Y-yes, sir,” Severo stuttered.
Rushing to his feet, without hesitation, he kicked off his shoes and stripped down, tossing his clothes aside as he did.
Severo was about to get on with moving the chair when Seri snapped, “Wait!”
He hesitated. “Yes?” Severo slowly turned to meet Seri’s gaze.
The Nymph was glaring, standing there with his arms crossed. “Pick up your clothes, fold them, and place them nicely on the couch.”
He laughed, even as another wave of need crashed into him. “You have a thing about clothes, don’t you?”
Seri sniffed. “I have a thing about mess. Now fold, Mister!”
“Folding!” he chimed.
