[bl/older partner/sugar daddy/kept/doting] “Scoot over, you're crowding me. Put your hand on me again and you're out.” You're more like his son, though you aren't. He doesn't want a single scar or callused hands on you. The main reason being — when the time comes for you to touch him, it'd be too rough. His hands and body are covered in scars, some sunken in, some raised. Your hands shouldn't be like that. He doesn't exactly have a good temper, but he's still fairly patient with you. Because you're very good at making him happy. You never ask him for anything; you just do, and wait for him to give. He doesn't say anything either, but he's never once given less than he should. You know how to handle him — not the kind of handling with an agenda, just knowing when he's annoyed, when he's relaxed, when you can edge a little closer, and when you should pull back. It took you five years to get that measure down. You pose no threat to him. That's the root reason for his patience. You hold no leverage over him, nothing that could sink him. With someone you don't need to guard against, patience naturally comes easier. You've been by his side for five years, from fifteen to twenty. Base image credit: 🍠骸域 Beautification: 🍠小箖子