Roman laid curled up on the couch. His stomach hurting.

"What's wrong baby boy!"

"Hurts " he whined.

Dean cocked his head. He'd seen Roman like this a few times.

"What's wrong?"

"Ugh it's like..." He trailed off. Not knowing how to explain it. "Um.. It happens every month... Comes with.." He looked down.

"Roman.. You don't have to be embarrassed about it. It doesn't bother me. Shit happens."

"Ok.." His shy little kitten.

"Heating pad?"

"Please?"

Dean went and got the heating pad coming up with a plan to help Roman. He'd get him comfortable in his own skin of it was the last thing he did.

-2weeks later-

"Trust me?" Whispered in his ear, as he stepped out of the shower.

"Know I do Dean."

"Good. Follow me. "

Roman followed Dean to the spare room. Which was no empty, except a bed. Mirrors lined the walls.

"Ok?"

"Roman what do you see when you look in the mirror?"

Dean stood behind Roman. His hands on his hips, holding the towel.

"Uh me and you?" He was confused.

"No. What do you see about you?"

Roman was quiet as he stared in the mirror. His fingers twitching holding his towel tighter.

"Let go of the towel."

"N-no"

"Wasn't really an option kitten."

Roman knew that tone all to well. He bowed his head. Slowly moving his fingers.

"Sir..."

" do what I say baby boy."

Roman closed his eyes as he felt the towel being removed.

"Look at the mirror kitten." Voice soft.

Roman slowly opened his eyes. Watching deans fingers trail Over his body.

"You know what I see?"

Roman shook his head.

"Perfect hair that all the girls are jealous of. Beautiful eyes that change depending on your mood. But always a tint of grey in them. Your plump lips that I love. Kissing. Smiling or even wrapped around me. Your tattoo. I love tracing it, it calms me down. " fingers trailing over each part.

Roman stared in the mirror watching.

"Your muscles. So defined but yet soft. This ass. I fucking love it. Toned thighs. So strong. You know one of my favorite things?"

"N-no."

"Mm you should. I could spend forever there." A hand between his legs. "Spread your legs baby." A whimper.

"This right here. Always so smooth. So tight around my finger. Even tighter around my dick. Tell me Roman, what's my favorite thing?"

He swallowed. Eyes met blue in the mirror before looking down where his hand was.

"Um...my..." He licked his dry lips. " is it really your favorite thing?"

"Mm hmm. So my favorite thing?"

"My uh.." Kisses to his neck and shoulder. " Jesus. My boy pussy." Whispered.

"Say it a little louder kitten."

Roman groaned.

"Why are you embarrassed about it? It's a beautiful thing. " Dean stepped in front of Roman and kneeled down.

"What are you doing?"

"Tell me."

Roman stared down at him. When Dean met his eyes, he saw nothing but love and desire.

"Because it's not normal. Because... It's made people leave before."

"I'm not then Roman. You don't realize how special you really are do you? How fucking beautiful You are. From head to toe and everything in between. Roman I want you to you to be happy with what you have. Don't be embarrassed. It happens for a reason. You know what my absolute favorite thing is?"

"No..."

"You. You are my favorite. You don't compare to anyone else. The feelings you make me feel. How happy you make me. Everything baby boy. "

Dean smiled at Roman who nodded with a tear in his eye.

"I... I just.. Fuck I love you Dean so much. Thank you."

He tucked his face into deans neck. Dean rubbing his back softly.

"I love you to baby boy."

-/-

" it happens.. Like every month. Just cramps. It makes me feel like a bitch cause they hurt. Men don't give women enough credit for that shit. " he chuckled curling into Dean more.

"My first boyfriend.. He got majorly freaked out and like.. He was grossed out. And it was bad. He made me feel like shit. And it just.. It got worse from there. One took pictures and my family had to move states. I was like 16. "

"And that made it hard for you to trust people. That's why you hid it from me?"

"I uh. It's different with you. A part of me knew you wouldn't care but the fear of loosing you. I couldn't. And yeah. "

"You should know me better then that. "

"It's just... You've been my rock and everything and I couldn't and can't. I Don't..I love you to much."

"And you won't have to worry about that ever baby boy. I'm not going anywhere. Ever. "