[His hand comes up to brush the back of warm fingers over a cheek, smoothing them underneath and running his thumb under his bottom lip, smile curling on his own.]

I get it. Trust me, I do. I was younger than him when we started. [He smiles a little sheepishly.] And I don't blame you for worrying, I mean you called my dick a wrecking ball once. I wouldn't take him unless I knew he was ready.