Chapter 141 Y2

• “You don't need to be to help me.” Miguel pressed his father's hand flat against his chest. His nipple pushed against Kielan's palm, and Miguel let out a shaky breath. “Just… touch 'em. Make 'em feel better.”
• On the other couch, his mother laughed at the television, unaware of what was happening a few feet away from her. She didn't know her innocent son was seducing his father and making the poor man do what he wanted.
• Kielan's thumb moved, and he stroked the sensitive peak. Miguel's breath hitched. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Like that.”