Pleasure in bed was something that Rafe really was an expert on. But that didn’t mean he didn’t have his fears either. And the fear of not satisfying you as you satisfied him was something that screamed inside the boy - he knew you wouldn’t complain about him once. But something said, inside him, that something was wrong.

Currently, you and Rafe have had a very hectic sexual week, since after the fights with his father, he always sought comfort in your house, and this always ended in something more.

He knows it can be tiring for you, but he can’t help himself when he sees the pajamas you wears at night.

Another night looking for comfort in your arms, you lie down on your bed, tired after an intense moment. Rafe runs his fingers through your hair, looking at you with a little concerned look, maybe.

“You know you can tell me everything, don’t you?”

His voice echoes even a little insecure, but even if he doesn’t want to show it, his face shows delicacy, showing that he was afraid, afraid of not satisfying.