Zane continued to pet Felix, eyes widening as he felt his stomach become damp. “Are—Are you crying?”
“You don’t have to point that out,” Felix wailed.
Zane had no idea what was going on. He was wholly out of his element. Normally, he was the one having the emotional breakdown and they were the ones comforting him. Felix, despite being the youngest, was most definitely the strongest, the most determined. The one who always got what he wanted. Zane was the caretaker of the house, but Felix was the caretaker of everyone’s feelings.
Zane pushed Felix onto his back, then sat between his legs so he could look down at him. Tears trailed down Felix’s cheeks to his hairline. Zane gripped his hips and squeezed, thumbs running along the V there. “You’re so pretty,” he whispered.
Felix sniffled. “I know, but thanks.”
Zane grinned, then fell forward, bracing himself over Felix, leaning down until they were almost nose to nose. “Our kids are going to have an insanely high self esteem.”
A tiny smile formed at the corners of Felix’s lips, but then disappeared. He reached his hand up and brushed his fingertips along Zane’s cheekbone. “You’re pretty too. So pretty.”
Zane’s stomach did somersaults. “Shut up,” he muttered.
Felix’s hands slid into Zane’s hair then, pulling him down. His mouth was already open when their lips met. Zane couldn’t help the sound he made. Felix was so warm, and he smelled so good. His lips were soft, his tongue insistent. He still tasted like the orange honey he’d put in his tea that morning.
Zane wanted to inhale Felix like a drug, he wanted to suck the honey from Felix’s tongue, to bury himself in his scent. Kissing Felix was always so…overwhelming, all-consuming but in a way that felt like home, like family, like comfort.
Kissing any of them was overwhelming in its own way. Kissing Asa set Zane’s whole body on fire, had him submitting instantly, and let his head go blissfully silent. Being with Asa was sensory overload, scrambling his atoms until there was only pleasure and pain, only whatever Asa chose to give him. It was raw and painful and beautiful in a way that made Zane’s heart feel like it would explode from love and gratitude whenever he thought of his husband. The man who’d rescued him in a million different ways.
Kissing Avi in a sexual way was rare, but when it happened it always felt…new, exciting, even weirdly taboo. Zane felt safe with Avi, felt a bond that settled somewhere between family and friend. They loved each other but weren’t in love with each other. They bonded over their love of the same people. It didn't make kissing him any less hot, just…different.
But kissing Felix was Zane’s favorite form of comfort. Where Asa needed to hurt and mark and claim to show ownership of Zane, Felix wanted to caress and coddle and tease. Zane loved them both. Needed them both. No, he needed all three of them. They didn’t work when one of them was gone. It was like tryingto drive a car on three wheels. It could be done, but the wear and tear would be permanent and scarring.
Zane settled between Felix’s legs, moaning when he realized Felix was just as hard as he was. Felix hooked one leg over Zane’s thigh, bringing their hips flush against one another, cocks slotting perfectly in a way that made Zane lightheaded. Felix started to slowly roll against him, lightning arcing through his blood each time they came together.
This was another way sex with Felix varied from sex with Asa. Felix had infinite patience with Zane. The two had wasted entire days lazily exchanging blowjobs or handjobs, kissing until their lips were chapped and the thought of coming again was painful.
Zane could never explain it to outsiders. Had never even tried. He knew that some in the family suspected that their dynamic wasn’t the norm, but it was some kind of a mutually agreed upon thing that those outside the house wouldn’t look too closely at what the four of them did when they were alone. And that worked for all of them.
Felix’s hands slid into Zane’s underwear to squeeze his ass, giving even more delicious pressure as they fucked against each other in this crude pantomime of sex. Zane pulled his mouth from Felix’s to bite at his jaw, nose behind his ear, inhaling the scent of his shampoo. “I’m already so close and we barely started.”
“Me, too,” Felix promised. “It’s okay.”
“I love you,” Zane whispered, feeling like he just needed to say it out loud.
“I love you, too, baby,” Felix promised, bringing their hips together faster. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.”
Zane was so focused on Felix, he never even heard the door open, just heard his husband say, “I told you.”
Zane and Felix didn’t stop, but they slowed, waiting for the inevitable, smiling at each other when the bed sank on either side. Felix rolled them onto their sides and Zane sighed contentedly as Asa nuzzled at his neck.
“Really, Lois, not even a phone call or a FaceTime?” he said. “Don’t think I’m going to let that slide.”
“Shut up and fuck me. I need to get off,” Zane said, then pitched forward to capture Felix’s lips once more.
“Zaney’s getting so mouthy,” Avi said around a laugh.
“You shut up, too. If you’re not inside me in the next thirty seconds, I’m carrying on without you,” Felix promised.
“Yes, kitten.”
Asa yanked roughly at Zane’s underwear, barely getting it under his ass before his slick cock was probing at Zane’s unprepped hole. He did his best not to tense, but it was hard when Asa growled, “Just remember, you asked for this.”
Then he was forcing himself inside Zane’s unyielding body. He couldn’t stop the pained cry that fell from his lips, a cry that Felix eagerly swallowed, he loved when Zane was hurting. He pulled Zane’s leg up over his hip so they could continue to rub off on each other. After a moment, Zane’s body adjusted, making room for Asa as it always did.
“That better, Lois?” Asa teased, one hand tangling in his hair and the other holding him open so he could fuck into him in long, hard thrusts that made Zane’s brain melt and his toes curl.
