Sighing, Ender slowly set the phone back in the drawer. “So they really…mm…”
Killian didn’t open his eyes when he heard the bathroom door open, the familiar smell told him who it was.
He leaned back against Cyrus’ naked form, as the man easily stepped into the large shower behind him, and slid his hands over his chest. “How was the call?”
“Slight lecture, Mother’s excited for the babies, and we’ve been told to not come back.”
Killian frowned, turning in the man’s arms to look up at him with a brow raised. “Did it happen in that order, or…?”
Cyrus smirked. “In that order. Though the latter was less of a banishment from the family and more about staying away to keep us all safe.”
“Ah…I'm guessing it's a mix of who Ender is, and what you did to save me?”
“Yes, but enough about that…” The Fate leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips.
Killian shuddered as the man’s hands trailed down his body, and he moaned into the Fate’s mouth when Cyrus wrapped a wet hand around his hardening cock. As Cyrus slipped his tongue into his mouth, he whimpered, thrusting into the Fate’s hand.
At the sound of a soft inhale, and the smell of someone else’s arousal, they both froze, their lips breaking apart as they looked toward the door of the bathroom. Ender stood there, fully clothed still, with his eyes locked on them, the man’s expression unreadable.
Killian hesitated, before slowly looking up at Cyrus, the question he couldn’t seem to voice out loud was clear in his eyes.
Cyrus smirked, and gave a barely noticeable nod, but it was enough to prod him on.
His gaze slipped back to Ender, who was still frozen in the doorway, and he crooked his finger at the Gorgon.
Ender’sheart thumped loudly in his ears as he tried to stop his eyes from tracing along all the hard and even soft curves of the two very naked Cryptids standing in his shower.
He had heard the noises as he entered his bedroom, and had known exactly what they had meant, yet…his ass still decided to peek. Though was it really peeking when you just stood in full fucking view in the doorway? Probably not.
Ugh—why had he decided to look?!
No, he knew why. Ender was very, very…horny. He had been since waking up next to them, but he’d completely ignored that fact, over the reality of the two men actually being there. And thankfully, his belly had pretty much hidden the issue until it had gone away.
Up until waking up that morning, Ender had actually begun to think that he wasn’t going to have to deal with that one pregnancy side effect that seemed to make him want sex most of the time, but apparently, there was just too much other shit going on for ‘it’ to pop up. But it had popped up now—fucking hell!
Ender’s eyes widened slightly when the two seemed to have a silent exchange, before Cyrus turned this annoying smirk his way, while Killian beckoned him forward with a finger. His cock, which had been fully erect since the first sound he’d heard, gave a hard jerk.
Ender licked his suddenly dry lips, really wanting to answer that call, yet, at the same time, run away. Because he really shouldn’t…
But also, what would the harm be?! It wasn’t like he could get pregnant again!? And sex wouldn’t harm the eggs.
He cleared his throat after a long moment of way too tense silence, the two men just staring at him, waiting.
“I'm not sure if you’ll still find me attractive right now.” He emphasized that point by running a hand over his pronounced baby bump.
“You are glowing,” Killian said with a soft chuckle.
Ender scoffed. “I can’t see my dick.”
The damn smirk on Cyrus’ face widened. “It’s fine, we can find it for you.”
“If we do this…it doesn’t mean anything,” he rasped.
“Of course, we’re just helping you relax,” Killian practically purred.
Ender…well, he could do with some relaxation.
After hesitating for a moment more, he kicked off his boots, tossed his hat aside, and tugged off his T-shirt, before shimming out of his pregnancy jeans and pulling off his socks.
