He walks into the house. Shoulders slumped. Steps heavy with responsibility. Lips tightened; showing stress of the day. Tension keeps the jawline clenched. Life can be hard-sometimes.
He's a strong man. A man that is happy in the role of protector. Finds fulfillment in caring for others. Caring for me. Yet needs care himself-sometimes.
His need is evident. I obey the silent call. Walking up, my arms wrap around him. A rib-cracking squeeze. Letting him know that he can be the protected. That I can be the protector-sometimes.
All a Top needs is a hug. Sometimes.