Page 46 of Doyle

"What do you think they want with Michael?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "Hasn't my son gone through enough?"

“It’s hard to tell what they want but I’ll make sure nothing happens to him," I reassured him, meeting his worried gaze. "He's safe with me."

Satisfied, he nodded and stepped aside, allowing me to head upstairs to check on Michael.

I knocked gently on his door before entering, finding Michael sitting on the edge of his bed, looking lost in thought.

"Hey," I said softly, closing the door behind me. "How are you holding up?"

Michael looked up, his eyes reflecting a mix of relief and lingering fear.

"I'm okay, just... trying to process everything,” Michael answered.

I sat beside him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

"You're safe now, Michael. I won't let anything happen to you,” I told him.

He leaned into my embrace, the tension in his body slowly easing.

"Thank you for coming so quickly, even though we hadn’t exactly been…” he trailed off.

I pressed a kiss to his temple.

"Is there anything I can do for you? Anything to make you feel better?” I asked.

Michael looked up at me, a small, hopeful smile playing on his lips. "A kiss?”

I couldn't help but chuckle, my heart swelling with affection.

"I think I can manage that,” I told him.

I leaned in, capturing his lips in a tender kiss. The world seemed to fade away as we lost ourselves in the moment.

Michael parted his lips and I slid my tongue down his throat. When we finally pulled apart, Michael's smile had widened, his eyes brighter.

"Better?" I asked, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

“Not yet,” Michael said.

He slid into my lap and I automatically wrapped my arm around his waist, ensuring he wouldn’t fall off.

He looked so perfect there that I couldn’t help but kiss him again.

Sweetness exploded on my tongue. My dick dug against the zipper of my jeans and I realized I wanted so much more.

It didn’t hurt I could also smell Michael’s need. He wanted this as much as me.

“Doyle,” Michael murmured after the kiss. “I missed you so much and it hurt when you told me some distance might be good for us.”

“I regretted saying those words,” I confessed.

“Yeah?” Michael asked.

“Yeah,” I confirmed, reaching for the hem of Michael’s shirt.

He raised his hands so I could pull it off. Michael tugged my shirt off in return.

“Wait,” I said when Michael got off my lap only to take off his pants and boxers.

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