Liam leaves the room and all is quiet. His hole feels so good and warm. His balls aren’t nearly as swollen, and he’s quiet in body and mind. He stares at the wall, content to look at nothing. When Liam comes back in, he has a black t-shirt on and Dr. Chang is with him.

“Daniel, you’re in good hands here. How are you feeling?”

“Good,” he says, voice slurred. He swallows, surprised he wasn’t clearer, that his voice wasn’t stronger. He thinks about sitting up, but it’s difficult when he’s so tired and weak.

Dr. Chang chuckles. “I’m going to recommend that you have Liam for at least a month. No guarantees, of course. But that will be my recommendation. And if your numbers improve like I expect they will, we’ll be able to make a good case for it.”

Daniel closes his eyes. “That sounds amazing,” he whispers.

Liam touches his hair, petting him gently. Daniel wants this Dominant so badly that he’s going to put his needs first. He’s going to demand to keep Liam if he can. He’ll speak up, disobey, risk whatever punishment his father wants to give him for a chance with this man.

Daniel’s never fought for himself. He had no idea what he was missing. Now he does. And soon he’ll get more.

Dr. Chang leaves and comes back with a t-shirt and sweats for Daniel to wear. Liam stands next to his bed, touching him gently until the clothes arrive.

“Up, sweetheart,” he says, and Daniel shoves to a seated position. Liam looks at his chest and blinks. “Look how pretty you are.”

Daniel blushes. “They’re big,” he whispers. It’s harder to see when he’s lying down.

“Yeah, they are. Spectacular. You’re making me so impatient, Daniel. I want you on my knot so bad. Can’t wait to get my hands on those pretty tits.” Liam reaches out, cupping the flesh in his hands. “Oh sweetheart, you’ll be so swollen and soft when I’m done with you.”

Daniel blushes harder, wishing Liam would squeeze. He presses against Liam’s hand, goose bumps breaking out all over his skin at the pressure, the zap of electric pleasure.

Liam grins at him. “You little minx, trying to entice me. I’m gonna get you home first—a sweet little thing like you deserves to be mounted in a bed. Just a little longer. I’ll breed you up so good, Daniel.”

“P-please,” he says shyly.

Daniel gets the sweatpants on, and Liam lets him wear his shirt, which is so calming and arousing that he’s leaking onto the bed. Then they realize he has no shoes, either. He’d collapsed before he put them on. Liam frowns at his feet and goes to get him shoes, coming back with some cheap hospital flip-flops that Daniel puts on.