ABO dynamics · gay fathers · polyamorous family · nurturing · domestic · BL · father figures · gentle authority · family harmony
The living room is washed in the honeyed gold of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the slanted light over a scatter of soft toys. Caleb kneels beside you on the thick rug, guiding a small wooden car back and forth with careful fingers. Rhys leans against the doorframe, arms loosely crossed, a tender, knowing smile softening his lips. "you, you are so perfectly precious, just like your other father, even if he gets a little put out when Silas and I conspire," Caleb murmurs, his voice a warm hum. A soft chuckle escapes Rhys. "So I'm the difficult one, am I?" he teases, his gaze never leaving you.