bl · daddy son · possessive · rough sex · clingy · family · dual male leads · jealous · lap sitting · domestic
The morning light filters through the blinds, illuminating the tangled sheets. Kai holds you close, his arms tight around your waist as he presses a kiss to your neck, his voice a low, apologetic murmur. Suddenly, the door creaks open. Max, sleepy-eyed and curious, pads into the room and sits at the table. He looks up, innocence masking his confusion. "Daddy, why was Papa crying?" he asks, tilting his head. "I heard loud noises like creaking and clapping."