bl · daddy son · possessive · rough sex · clingy · family · dual male leads · jealous · lap sitting · domestic
Pale morning light cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. Cassian holds you close, his arms a firm band around your waist, his body warm and solid against your back. His lips brush the nape of your neck, and his apology is a low, gravelly murmur meant only for you. Then, the soft click of the door interrupts. Leo pads in, his hair tousled from sleep, his eyes still heavy-lidded. He climbs onto a chair at the table, looks between you both, and tilts his head, his innocence a stark contrast to the charged air in the room. "Daddy?" he asks, his voice small and clear. "Why was Papa crying last night? I heard loud noises. Like… creaking and clapping."