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He reluctantly pulled away. Fletch swiped the moisture from July’s bottom lip. “Are you ready to see your surprise?”

July nodded, looking dazed.

Fletch held his hand and led him to the closet. He opened the door. “Tada!”

The massive closet had been painted hot pink and decked out with shelves and mirrors, and the vanity had been moved to add a window for natural light. He had also filled the room with clothes and shoes.

July gasped. His jaw dropped.

Fletch couldn’t stop smiling. “I went to that shoe store you love and talked to Amie. I told her you had lost everything, being kind of vague about it. She pulled up your past orders and helped me replace most of the shoes you had. The ones no longer in stock, she’s checking into ordering for you. I told her to charge me whatever an hour and gave her my number. She’s texting me a running total as she works. Leary helped me pick out the clothes.”

July moved from section to section, petting clothes and picking up shoes to inspect. He came to a shirt. July gently took the piece off the hanger. He stared at it for a second before balling it up and holding it against his chest. While hugging the shirt, he crept toward the vanity.

Fletch stared at July’s reflection as he opened drawers and found his makeup. Silent tears ran down his cheeks.

July sniffed. His head lifted, and their gazes met in the mirror. July dropped the shirt on the table and took off his shirt. His scars were angry red and invisible to Fletch. Fletch expected him to put on the unicorn shirt that had been ruined by blood. Instead, July pushed his skirt and panties down his hips. When the material hit the floor, July stepped out of the circle and pushed the clothes aside with his foot.

His gaze never wavered from the reflection of Fletch’s eyes. “Will you please make love to me, Daddy?”

Fletch didn’t need to be asked. He had July in his arms and across the room in a flash. After setting July on the bed, Fletch stripped as fast as he could get his clothes off. He hesitated. “Wait. This isn’t you trying to repay me for your closet, is it?”

July stroked himself. “No. I need you.”

Relieved, he crawled onto the mattress and rolled onto his back. “Come here, beautiful. You should be in charge.”

Not even an ounce of nervousness crossed July’s features. He crawled Fletch’s way and kissed Fletch’s chest. July moved slowly. He kissed Fletch everywhere while Fletch gripped the blanket beneath him and held on for dear life. He had never been so sweetly tortured. When July found the lube, Fletch had a random thought about July obviously knowing his way around their room. He was proud July had felt secure enough to check every drawer. All thoughts fled when July soaked Fletch’s cock.

When July straddled him, Fletch’s heart did a funny flip. He had never been in love like this.

The lust coating July’s features was enough to paralyze a man. July didn’t say a word. He held Fletch’s cock and sank onto it.

Fletch almost blew right then. He hadn’t touched or been touched by anyone in a long time. Fletch breathed through his nose and gritted his teeth. He held July’s hips so he couldn’t move until he got himself under control. Fletch would not disappoint his baby.

When his hands slipped from July’s hips, the torment resumed. July made love to him. This wasn’t sex. He wasn’t fucking anyone. This was love. His heart felt every tug on his cock as much as any other part of him did. July had brought such a bright light into his life that Fletch couldn’t see anything else. The night he had pulled July between his legs and read to him got a ball rolling that hadn’t stopped. He smiled, laughed, and always got the best workout for his ears. Listening to July be happy and unburdened was the best part of his life.

July’s bouncing got faster and more erratic. With his head thrown back, July visibly fought for air.

Fletch couldn’t see anything else. He held his breath, silently begging for July to come for him. Fletch needed to see him come unglued. He needed to feel the pulsations racking July’s body. Fletch was so focused on July’s every reaction that his own orgasm struck from nowhere. Cries wouldn’t stop tearing from his throat. He was wrecked by the power of his pleasure. Fletch couldn’t think. All he could do was focus on the part of him that was getting the royal treatment.

When July’s cum hit Fletch’s chest, Fletch marveled over July’s silence. Not even a whine slipped out and—somehow—the moment still felt like the most powerful experience of his life. This had sealed something. Fletch just wasn’t quite sure what yet.

July couldn’t think straight. Fletch had cleaned him a good thirty minutes ago. Now Fletch held him, stroking him and praising him. There was an emotion swelling in his chest. The feeling grew stronger every second. July thought he might burst, but he didn’t know in what way. He was ecstatic. July was blown away. Not once in his life had he been in control. No matter how much or how long July had teased Fletch, Fletch hadn’t lashed out. Fletch hadn’t turned violent when July took too long to come. He didn’t grab July and take what he wanted with no regard to July’s pleasure. Now he was actually getting cuddles. July couldn’t compute the shock and love mixture that pounded inside him. This man really loved July. When Fletch spoke, his words weren’t just words. He backed up every promise made. Fletch showed up every day for their relationship. For the three months July had lived with Fletch, Fletch hadn’t pressured him for sex, said all the kind and loving words, and bathed July in gifts that had no strings. The other shoe had to drop, right? There was no way this was really how life would be. Good things didn’t happen to July often. He was kind of starting to believe in Fletch, though. His heart skipped a beat as a thought came barreling in. What did July bring to the table? When Fletch looked at their relationship, did he see how one-sided they were? His mind raced. How could he show Fletch the same love Fletch had shown him? July decided to poke around a little and figure this out. He could play it cool.

“In what way do I improve your life?” Holy crap. So much for playing it cool.

Luckily, Fletch chuckled. The sound was soft and sexy. “In every way.” He kissed July’s forehead.

July huffed. “I’m being serious. You give me the world every day. What do I give you?”

“I’m being serious too.”

July tilted his head up and met Fletch’s stare.

He looked as if he meant every word as he continued. “You swell my chest with pride. Every day, I wake up and you’re smiling. I get to know I did that. Every time you don’t look around after you laugh to check for signs of discipline, I know I broke that fear. You fill my life with joy and laughter. The sight of you and the sound of your voice are the brightest parts of my day. I’ve never been happier in my life. You did all that and more. Nothing I do for you even compares.” Holy shit. Every word Fletch said, he meant.

“Holy crap. You’re for real.”

A deep line snapped between Fletch’s eyebrows. “Of course I am. Have I ever lied to you?”