S T E F A N

"When I say I got lucky with my parents, I mean it. They loved me unconditionally. I didn't mind their overprotectiveness. When I came out to them about my sexuality, they were happy for me. Happy that I was brave enough to accept myself." I couldn't stop the smile from forming when Oliver talked about his parents in an endearing manner. A blind man will be able to tell that Oliver's parents loved him so from Oliver's cheerful tone.

I laid back on the sofa and focused my full attention on my baby. "Were you an only child, Ollie?" Oliver nodded and lifted his knees to his chest, hugging them, then glanced at me.

"I guess that's where the overprotectiveness comes from," he said softly, and went on to share how his dad had to deploy several bodyguards when he's out, or how his things have GPS tracker in them.

Oliver also mentioned that he voluntarily and basically indulged his parents by letting them put a chip in one of his teeth 'just in case he gets mugged and he won't be able to contact them', "...which is kind of impossible, given my tight security detail," Oliver added with a chuckle and a small eye-roll.

I noticed that remembering his parents just made him somber, but instead of letting those gloomy things take over, he just offered me a reassuring smile. Seeing him sad like that is squeezing my heart painfully, and there's nothing I wanted even more than to see him smile.

"I love my parents, even if they left me." Now that caught my attention.

"Left you?" I can already piece what might happened based on the clues and Ollie's body language. His next statement gave me everything I need.

"Three months ago, on their way home from a business trip, they had an a-accident. A-And--" In a flash, I had my baby in my arms, doing my best to provide him comfort. His breathing became labored and his fingers trembled.

"It's okay, baby. You don't have to tell me. Breathe for me, Ollie. Come on baby. Breathe." I stroked his tear-stained cheeks and guided him through his breathing exercise. Three months. The wound is still raw. He must have suffered so much. "Let it go, baby. I'm here. Daddy won't leave you," I assured him and pressed my lips on his temples. I can't imagine how hurt he is right now. All I can do is be by his side and let him know that I will not leave him.

Losing someone you love will always be painful. Especially if they are the ones helping you stand up and stay grounded. "I-I should have told them to be more careful. I-I should have reassured them that I don't matter..." Oliver continued in between sobs, his fingers clutching on my shirt and his tears falling uncontrollably.

"Baby... shh. It's not your fault. It was an accident." I say that, but if something happened like that to me, I would blame myself too. I wanted to ask the reason why he thought it was his fault, but I didn't want to push him. This topic is very hard for him. Thus, I decided to do the best course of action: comfort him by embracing his quivering body tightly, humming a soft lullaby, while rocking our body.

In no time, Oliver's breathing relaxed and he slowly drifted to sleep. With a sigh, I kissed Ollie's tear-stained cheeks, his forehead, and his hair. I stood up in a careful motion, not wanting to disturb his sleep, and climbed up the stairs and into my room. I twisted the knob slowly and closed the door with my foot softly, careful not to make a sound.

I glanced at my baby's peaceful form, laid him on the soft and comforting embrace of the bed, and placed a soft kiss on his nose. Oliver stirred and whimpered, then buried his face on my pillow. He sighed pleasantly after and that adorable gesture made my heart swell with joy.

My baby is just so precious.

Hearing Oliver's soft breathing made me feel a bit relieved. I am so grateful for the angel that is lying in my bed right now. I was about to give up but the heavens intervened and gave me Oliver. I admit that I am still confused about some details on Ollie's story, but it can wait for another day.

I went to the bathroom and prepared a basin filled with warm water and a cotton towel. I need to relieve the swell in Oliver's eyes. That would surely be uncomfortable once he wakes up. I want nothing but comfort and happiness for him.

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O L L I E

I was roused out of my sleep when I felt something warm beside me. Expecting that my eyes would be very painful because of too much crying, I was surprised when I only felt a slight burn. I slowly opened my eyes and covered my yawn.

I was bawling my eyes out earlier while clinging to Stefan like my life depended on him. I should be embarrassed but honestly, my heart feels lighter. Being in his warm embrace definitely soothe some pain away. My heart almost leapt out of my ribs and my eyes nearly popped out of his socket because of the man in question was leaning on me, just a few inches away from my face, with an amused grin on his face.

"Daddy!" With wide eyes and blushing cheeks, I pushed his face away, while Stef's stifled chuckled transformed into a boisterous laughter.

"You are so cute, baby. Sadly, I have no camera at my disposal. Next time, I will make sure to capture your adorable reactions," Stefan promised with a wide smile, his expression amused and truly entertained.

"Stef! Meanie! You scared me to death!" I sat up and reprimanded the meanie with a pout and tried my hardest to look stern while sporting a sharp glare. I need to let him understand that I was not pleased with his actions, but I doubt myself if I am actually successful in intimidating the man.

Mom always teases me about my weakness-- that even though I am at my wit's end, I actually look like a huffing hamster: far from intimidating. I do not believe that at all. No way.

"You should, baby. I agree with your mom. You do look like a hamster trying to intimidate a wild tiger," Stefan teased and I just groaned after I realized that I thought out loud. Again. My hands flew to my face to cover the flush and prevent the heat from spreading by rubbing it softly.

"Come on, baby. Stop hiding your adorable self," Stefan crooned and gently pried my hands away from my face. When Stef did it successfully, my frown deepened and my lips protruded. Stef is being a meanie today. "Baby, stop tempting me," Stefan groaned, his eyes a shade darker when his intent gaze landed on my lips. I immediately pursed my lips and swallowed hard when I saw the struggle hidden in Stef's emerald orbs. His strong jaw ticked and tightened, then after a few seconds, expelled a loud breath.

I want to do something for him. I don't want to see him struggling, so I did what I might think will make him happy. I leaned in, trapped his cheeks between my hands, and showered his face with butterfly kisses. Even if Stef was begging me to stop, I was enjoying myself so much. Why would I stop?

My question was answered a few seconds after when Stefan caught my wrists, pushed me down the bed, and tickled me endlessly. I couldn't escape because his strong thighs kept my body in place. "P-Please, daddy. Stop!" I begged in between giggles, thrashing around, trying to get away from his expert fingers.

He just hummed and ignored my pleas, but nevertheless slowed down to let me catch my breath. Stef lets go of my wrists, both of us heaving deep breaths, but burst into fits of laughter. "Will you still tease daddy, baby boy?" Stef asked in a voice dripping with sexual undertone, his eyes boring hole into me. I don't know what happened, but his stared suddenly increased in intensity, his index finger tracing the side of my cheeks, down to my chin.

Hot. It's so hot. The sexual tension between us was escalating further than we can imagine, my breathing started to get heavy under Stefan's fiery gaze.

Stefan's finger reached for my lower lip, his thumb tracing the seams, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in a sexy motion. I can smell his minty breath fanning my face and sending my brain into mush. My hands were tingling, and something inside me was screaming something, but I don't even know what I want.

"Daddy..." I whimpered and my eyes instantly filled with tears. "I want..."

"Yes, my precious? What do you want? Daddy will do it for you."

I shook my head with a sniffle, my brows furrowed. Something coiled in my belly but I don't know what it was. "I don't know. I don't know what I want."

Stefan's expression softened and he brushed my hair from my face. "Alright. Let's figure it out. What do you feel then?"

I nibbled my lips and my eyes darted to Stef's sexy lips. "I feel so hot, and I am tingling down there. Help me, daddy." Stefan grinned and pulled me up, then shifted our position. I was now straddling in his lap, my bum on top of his hard crotch. His hands went to my waist, squeezing my sides, burning me with his heated gaze.

"Do you feel that, baby? My buddy down there is so hard, and it's because of you." Stefan thrust his hips, hard enough to make me feel his arousal. My cheeks burned at the action and I saw a ghost of smirk on his lips. I saw his bulge earlier, and I would say that it is way bigger than mine. "I would spend millions just so I can get inside that gorgeous mind of yours, my sweet. Anyone would do if they see you blushing adorably, with eyes starting to get clouded with lust."

I swallowed again, unable to escape from the heat that Stefan is making me feel. I could feel my mouth pooling with saliva, my eyes focused on my daddy's lips. I want it. I want to feel his lips on mine. My breath started to quicken, my skin began to flush, and my fingers continued to tingle. I can feel every inch of my skin screaming with need for something, or rather, someone.

I need Stef. I need my daddy.

A soft mewl escaped from my lips when Stefan's fingers slipped under the hem of my shirt, the skin-to-skin contact made me realize how hypersensitive I am. I could see the hunger, lust, and promises of passionate and rough lovemaking in Stefan's dark green orbs.

My body reacted reacted automatically; my member got even harder, leaking and creating a wet spot in my boxers. My hole clenched at the friction of Stefan's manhood poking and rubbing the crease of my ass. When Stefan continued to thrust gently against me, I was not able to contain the moan. I wanted to rock my body with him, grind my bum against his hard shaft, but Stefan gripped my waist and growled.

"No... daddy...please..." I pleaded in so much need, tears pricking my eyes, my hands rubbing his corded neck in a sensual fashion, not minding my current appearance. I don't care how lewd and wanton I might seem, because I will only show this side of mine to Stefan. This is only for his viewing pleasure, and his alone. I love the tingling sensation I get when I rub against his hard length.

"Shh...baby. I'll take care of you," Stefan promised so I behaved and controlled myself from humping into his poking hard-on. "Good boy. Do you trust me, Oliver?" I nodded and bit my lips, but Stefan was not satisfied with just a nod. "Words, my love."

"Yes, daddy. I trust you to take care of me," I vocalized and I was graced by his million-dollar smile. Stefan gripped my ass and moved me closer to his firm and burning body.

"Do you really want this, Oliver? I would stop if you tell me and I won't get mad. All I care about is your welfare. If you're not ready, we can just try next time and we can get some ice cream for you," Stefan gently suggested. He explained that he's not rejecting me; he's just confirming what I want. That's so moving.

"Yes, Stefan. I want you to be my first. Please be gentle, okay?" Stefan's breathing staggered and a warm smile graced his lips.

"I will, Ollie. I'll take care of you and pamper you," Stefan promised and dropped a soft kiss on my forehead.

Stefan's hand caressed my cheek, then it crawled down to the column of my neck, making me shiver in delight from his heated and electric touch. Stefan leaned in closer; I can smell him and his intoxicating aftershave... he's so near that I can almost taste him. I can feel his loud heartbeat through my palm over his chest, and his ragged breathing and predatory gaze... they were doing things to my body. They were slowly burning me, as liquid fire began to course in my veins.

When his lips crossed the small distance between us, both of us moaned in pleasure. His fingers dug on my sides, while my hands gripped and pulled his hair, pushing him into me for a deeper kiss. I have no experience in kissing, so I let Stefan dominate my mouth. I submit to him and relish in the wonderful sensations he made me feel. I don't know how to describe the kiss but it's simply wonderful and satisfying. It's like being lifted in the clouds because it was so pleasant.

It didn't take much time before I started responding to Stefan's kisses, just as intense and just as fierce, while grinding on Stefan's hard-on. My moans were drowned by Stefan's lips and tongue, tasting every nook and cranny of my mouth, not even letting me catch my breath. When Stefan finally let go of my lips, it was not until it was swollen and tingling from such abuse.

Seeing my disheveled form probably triggered a switch in him, as Stefan licked his lips and leaned in to latch his mouth on the column of my neck. Stefan's hands slid into my jumper and rubbed my sides and back, his calloused fingers grazing against my soft skin, sending tingles all over me, and got me leaking profusely.

"D-daddy... more. Give me more."