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269 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 12, 2020
And that was when it occurred to him that he loved Marco. It was both that warm, comforting love of a close friend, and that fierce, giddy love of a lover. He was in love.
And Marco… Marco was sweet. He listened. He was still, undeniably, in control, but only some of the time. When they agreed on it or when it was just little details. He figured out what Greg needed, and he took care of him. Marco, he realized, put Greg first. Marco wanted him to be happy.
He felt small and lost, adrift in his own devastating howls. And Marco was his anchor, his lighthouse.
They weren’t competing, because Marco would never replace Richard. Marco was completely different and that was… just what it should be. Marco was what he wanted and needed now. Marco fit his calmer life, his confidence and experience of nearly fifty years, his despair over his lost love and his decision to move beyond it. Marco could give him intensity, but he could also give him hikes in the woods and tender baths and funny stories over dinner at every restaurant ever to put a dish with lemon on its menu. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have Marco’s attention all the time, but he suspected it would be glorious.
That was the mindfuck of the whole thing. When he’d been with Richard, all he had to do was accept what happened, give himself up to his Sir’s control. Let himself be maneuvered and taken and hurt.
But with Marco, he had to embrace it. He had to act. He had to keep making choices to do what his Keeper wanted him to, brushing right up against his limits in a whole different way. It was so much more difficult, and somehow so much more intense because of it.

But I think what I really miss is the feeling of release afterward. I miss aftercare. He paused, hands still raised. That probably sounds stupid.
No, not stupid. That's what makes kink beautiful.
This was Marco's love language. Taking care of him. Meeting his needs when he didn't even understand what he needed or how to get it for himself.

Greg sighed, and Marco decided to put himself out there a little. I’m a Daddy, he offered. Which means I like taking care of people>,/i>
Marco could see Greg processing this.
Greg turned enough to face him and signed FATHER as a question, apparently unsure how to give the word the context it needed to express his meaning.
Daddy, Marco signed back, repeating the basic sign for FATHER, but adding a bit of a smirk and mouthing “daddy” at the same time. Now it was dirty and sweet, completely different from being someone’s parent.