No, no he wasn’t. He wasn’t sure at all.
The boys knew to say please and thank you. They understood more than just basic etiquette. But none of his children had ever hugged him without prompting…except for Aiden. And he didn’t count. He couldn’t. There was…he shook the thought away.
The point was, the twins had just initiated affection without prompting. Was it a manipulation tactic? Were they just rewarding him for giving them what they wanted? He wasn’t sure. He needed to think on it.
“I’m going to my office,” he said absently.
Just before the door shut behind him he heard Archer say, “Yeah, he’s definitely going to cry.”
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“Are you drunk, baby?” Felix teased, poking Zane’s nose.
“No, I just want to be squeezed,” Zane admitted.
Before Asa, Zane would have never admitted something like that out loud. And even after Asa, he probably wouldn’t have gotten specifically what he craved, because what he craved couldn’t be put into words. When Zane wanted to be squeezed, he needed to be…compressed. Held tightly, but not alone.
Felix got it, though. He wrapped his arms and legs around Zane in the enormous bigger-than-king-size bed they occupied, which was nice, but wasn’t nearly enough until Asa slid in behind him and Avi did the same to Felix and they just crushed him.
It was probably stupid to some people but not them. Asa likened it to a dog needing a thunder jacket—unflattering but whatever—and Avi said it was like a weighted blanket. Zane didn’t take the comparisons personally. The fact that they loved him enough to do what he needed warmed Zane on every level. He never imagined anybody could love him, much less three mass murderers.
Zane gave a contented sigh, tangled up in Felix’s arms, the warmth of Asa’s body bleeding into him where they were skin to skin. They were all in their underwear. Just their underwear. It was stupid to wear clothes in a house where people often murdered together. There were communal showers to rid each other’s bodies of evidence, there were accidental run-ins post sex. There were times when one or more of them just didn’t feel like going through the motions of putting on pants.
Tonight, they had started out clothed, all of them freshly home from work. Well, not Zane. He worked from home. Each morning, Felix and Avi would leave for their studios, Felix kissing Zane on the lips and Avi patting him on the head. Asa often lingered, pushing Zane to his knees or bending him over his desk before he left for work. He was never content unless he left some of himself behind in Zane, which warmed him in a way he’d never voice out loud to another human being.
They’d also started out sober, eating Japanese food and watching a thriller where Asa, Avi, and Felix spent the entire film deconstructing the crimes, voicing all the screenwriter’s mistakes. When they’d realized Zane’s mother’s latest betrayal still lingered in his mind, they’d resorted to their favorite decompression tactic. Well, their second favorite. Thomas still refused to let the boys kill his mother. Part of Zane was grateful for that. A very small part. Instead, they played Let’s Kill Beverly until they were all a little…something.
They weren’t drunk. Well, he wasn’t drunk. The others didn’t appear drunk either, but Zane was certainly tipsy. They all were in the snuggly and hazy phase of their drinking. Okay, he and Felix were snuggly and hazy. Asa and Avi were horny, likely biding their time until this party disbanded and they could go to their respective rooms with their respective mates and fuck their brains out.
Zane wanted Asa to fuck his brains out, obviously. Sometimes, it felt like he was holding his breath until Asa was inside him again, but this was nice, too. So nice. Felix smelled like lavender and strawberries. He always smelled like fruit because of his expensive lip balm, and each morning, when he popped a kiss on Zane’s lips, he got the barest hint of berries.
Zane sighed happily. Felix was soft and warm like a…cloud. Zane forced back a laugh. “I love the way you smell,” he murmured, burying his head against Felix’s throat to inhale him, making Felix laugh.
“I love the way you smell, too, baby,” Felix promised, threading fingers through his curls and letting him burrow.
Maybe hewasa little drunk. But it was the perfect juxtaposition. The hard length of Asa’s body pressed against his back, his cock already hard and working against him, letting him know that he would get what he wanted regardless of who was still in the room. And Felix curled against his front, his thigh between Zane’s knees, his long nails scratching through Zane’s curls in a way that made him want to arch his back like a cat in heat.
With his eyes closed, Zane could focus on just the sensations of Asa’s hips rolling against him and Felix’s fingers flexing in his hair. It was perfection. He wanted Asa inside him right now and couldn't stop thinking about how much better being wrapped up in Felix would be if Asa was filling him up at the same time. He’d never thought about it before, never let himself go there even though Asa had already given Zane permission.
“Fuck, you two look pretty together, kitten,” Avi whispered against Felix’s ear. Zane only heard it because he still had his face buried in Felix’s neck.
“We are pretty,” Felix said. “Aren’t we?”
Zane’s response was muffled. “You’re pretty.”
Felix forced Zane’s head back. “We’repretty,” he said stubbornly. “Tell him he’s pretty, Asa.”
“He’s fucking perfect,” Asa rasped, catching Zane’s mouth in a hot kiss that was entirely too short.
“Don’t you think Zane’s pretty, Avi?” Felix asked, his tone leaving no room for argument.
“I always thought he was pretty. He’s…delicate looking. His hair’s really soft, and his lips are really pink.” It was as close to a compliment as Avi got and it left Zane bright red. “Also, I like it when he turns red like that. It’s cute.”
Zane tried to bury his face in Felix’s neck once more, but Felix wouldn’t let him. Asa’s hand slid along his belly to play with his nipple. Zane’s breath caught, watching Felix watch Asa. Felix’s thigh was now pressing against Zane’s straining length, the perfect pressure forcing a moan past his lips. There was the barest hint of a smile on Felix’s lips, like he liked that he made Zane make that sound.
