The question makes me pause on my way back toward the bed, thinking of the videos and photos in a protected folder on my computer. It took me months to be able to look at them without crying after Oliver disappeared and ever since he’s come back, I’ve taken more than ever, assuming that he’ll chalk it up to me being more tech savvy.

I recover quickly, blinking a few times as I head over to the bed, reaching out to slide my hand along his back. That’s not what I want these videos to be for, and I have to live for the hope that I’ll never have to miss him like that again.

“We can watch them when we’re old and wrinkly,” I tell him with a chuckle, reaching between his thighs so I can grab the inside of his leg and tug them apart, twisting him so his ass is a little angled toward the camera. “And I suppose you’ve earned an extra treat.”

That said, I put my hands on his ass and spread his cheeks apart, leaning down to lick deliberately at the tight clench of his hole.