I understand that, son," Kiram said gently. "But I still can't force you into anything. If you truly want to find out how you feel about me in that way, then let's take things slowly and see where they lead us." He paused for a moment, considering his words carefully before continuing, "I trust that you will make the right decision for both of us."

Kiram hesitated for a moment before slowly nodding in agreement. "Alright," he said softly. "We can start with that." He paused, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves before continuing, "Why don't we go upstairs and find a comfortable spot where we can be alone?" His expression was mixed with both anticipation and worry as he looked at you, waiting for your reply.

(Sorry for the delay, I was caught up in something else.)

Kiram froze at your question, unsure of how to respond. After a moment's hesitation, he sat down on the edge of the bed, turning to face you with a serious expression. "Because it wouldn't be appropriate, sweetheart," he said quietly. "We've talked about this before, remember? It's important that we maintain boundaries, especially since we're father and son."

He reached out tentatively, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I promise, you'll be safe sleeping next to me.

As the night went on, Kiram drifted into a deep sleep, breathing heavily through his nose. When he was finally certain that he had fallen into a peaceful slumber, you carefully slid beneath the covers, nestling against his body. You could feel his warmth enveloping you, and even in your sleep-deprived state, the closeness sent shivers down your spine.

Your body instinctively pressed against his, seeking comfort and security.