Rake nodded, a knowing smile on his face. “He could have drowned out the noise, but chose not to. Personally, I’d say he has some voyeuristic tendencies. I think everyone would enjoy it, and of course you’d both be welcome to participate and get off yourselves.”
Quin didn’t know what to say to that. Rake seemed to be done with his proposition, stopping and turning to stare up at the night sky. Quin left Rake to it. He didn’t quite run back to the cottage, but it wouldn’t be fair to call it a walk, either. He hurried through the front door and into the living room, where Kit was playing a boisterous card game with Shaun and DJ, all three of them yelling at each other and slamming cards down on the table with inhuman speed.
Kit’s head whipped up when Quin came in. “What’s wrong?” Kit asked. “Your heart is beating far too fast.”
Shaun and DJ both looked up too, seeing Quin’s no-doubt-reddened face. Twin grins spread across their faces, though Shaun tried to hide his smile by covering his mouth with a hand.
“Everything’s fine—can I talk to you in the bedroom?” Quin said before leading the way, Kit scurrying after him. The second Kit shut the door, Quin blurted out, “Do you want to see sex?”
Kit looked up at him, nose wrinkling in confusion. “You urgently need me to watch porn with you?”
“No, I mean, Rake just spoke to me outside and was all, ‘do you fancy watching us fuck’, and I was all like, ‘I don’t know, do we?’ So I came to ask you your thoughts.”
“You jogged back here to ask me if I wanted to see my friends fuck each other in some weird orgy-adjacent sex act? Am I getting that right?” Kit asked, amusement dancing over his features.
“I didn’t jog. I walked briskly,” Quin said.
“But the rest of it?”
Quin bobbled his head from side to side. “Kinda sums it up, yeah.”
“Do you want to?”
“Baby boy, I’m not afraid to admit that I’m a red-blooded male who would most likely find the experience of watching those three doing nasty things to each other pretty hot.”
“Itwillbe nasty, Daddy,” Kit agreed.
“Good nasty or bad nasty?”
Kit’s mouth pursed into a considering moue. “Erring on the side of good.”
“Great,” Quin said emphatically. “So it’s a yes?”
Kit nodded. “Sure. Why not? It’s not like we wouldn’t be able to hear everything they get up to in the house. Might as well be able to see what’s going on. Besides, I could do with the distraction.” His gaze dropped to the ring on Quin’s finger, which had tarnished further.
“I think he’s trying, but I can’t feel him at all,” Quin said. It was all that would explain the rapid degradation of the metal. “I don’t think we have to worry about him making a sudden appearance.”
A smile graced Kit’s lips. “Honestly, those three seem to have even higher sex drives when they’re in mortal danger, so I don’t think it would put them off, regardless.”
Quin tilted his head, studying Kit. “Just make sure that if you’re uncomfortable with?—”
Kit cut him off. “Daddy, I’ll tell you if I get uncomfortable. Don’t worry.”
“Okay,” Quin said. “So. What does one wear to an orgy?”
After a not-insignificant length of debate over wardrobe choices, they agreed that comfort should win out over style. Quin—being used to public nudity—had only a pair of boxer-briefs on, whilst Kit opted to borrow one of Quin’s T-shirts. It hung long enough on him that it fell to mid-thigh and covered the cute pair of briefs he’d put on.
Quin kissed Kit on the head as they stood in the hall outside the others’ bedroom. “Up for this?” he asked quietly.
Kit huffed good-naturedly. “I’m ready for my front-row seat.”
“And the audience participation?”
“I think so. Will judge based on their performance.”
A snort of laughter came from inside the room. “Are you guys going to come in,” DJ said, “or are you going to hover out there like a couple of uninvited vampires?”
Kit gave Quin a wry grin. “Let’s do this.”
