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After dinner, Viggo had Sebastian help him with the dishes while he sent Bjorn to take a shower. Bjorn shot him a look of betrayal, giving his armpit a sniff like he was testing to see if he could get away with arguing, but Viggo wasn’t in the mood to debate the issue and pointed firmly at the door.
Bjorn left the room with a rumbling growl of discontent, dragging his feet and sending Viggo nasty looks over his shoulder.
Viggo ignored him. Since going feral, Bjorn had developed a dislike of showers, making it very clear that he thought regular swims in the lake were enough to keep him clean. Viggo disagreed.
“He doesn’t like to shower?” Sebastian asked, putting the empty lasagna pan in the sink and rinsing it off. He looked like he couldn’t imagine not enjoying showers, a sentiment Viggo shared.
“He usually likes them,” Viggo said, putting the plates in the dishwasher. “But since he went feral, he’s preferred swimming in the lake.”
Sebastian wrinkled his nose. “That doesn’t sound very hygienic.”
“Which is why I told him to go shower.” Viggo nudged Sebastian with his hip, hitting him a little bit too hard and almost knocking him over. He grabbed Sebastian’s arm to steady him, chuckling. “Sorry.”
“It’s all right.” Sebastian grinned.
They finished cleaning up, turning the dishwasher on before heading back upstairs. Viggo put his hand on the back of Sebastian’s neck, loving the way it felt under his palm, using the grip to steer the boy where he wanted him.
There was something intoxicating about touching Sebastian. Viggo’s fingers twitched, clenching down briefly, the instinct to mark and bruise once again rearing its ugly head. He pushed the instinct down. He’d already fucked up on that front, and he wouldn’t do so again.
“Are we all going to sleep in the same bed?” Sebastian asked. He sounded curious but not worried. Viggo pulled him close, shifting his grip from his neck and tucking him under his arm.
“That’s the plan.” He curled his arm around Sebastian’s neck, pulling his head into something halfway to a headlock and making him stumble. “But that’s it. Just sleep.”
He kissed the top of his head, relaxing his arm and letting Sebastian stand up straight. Tussling his hair, he put his hand back on the back of his neck, giving it another squeeze.
They walked into the bedroom to find Bjorn just stepping out of the shower. He was dripping wet, traces of soap running down his pecs and abs, drying himself with aggressive swipes of Viggo’s towel.
He met Viggo’s eyes with a grumpy expression, spreading his arms and presenting himself. “Clean.”
Viggo laughed. “Thank you, Bjorn. I appreciate it.”
Bjorn wasn’t listening to him. His grumpy expression had been replaced by a sly smile, his gaze fixed squarely on Sebastian. Still keeping his arms spread, showing off his body, he moved his hips from side to side and made his huge cock and heavy balls swing between his legs.
Viggo leaned down and pressed his lips to Sebastian’s cheek. “He’s pretty good-looking, huh?”
The words were spoken teasingly into Sebastian’s ear. The boy turned beet-red, looking down with a searing blush, his body tense with embarrassment.
“You can look,” Viggo said, grabbing his chin and tilting it up so that he was facing Bjorn and his happy display. “We both like it.”
Sebastian closed his eyes, a small whimper escaping his mouth. Chuckling, Viggo released his chin and clapped him on the back.
“Or you can close your eyes, either way is fine.” He looked at Bjorn. “Did you brush your teeth?”
Bjorn nodded, resuming drying himself off. He lifted his foot onto the bed, bending down and rubbing the towel over his thigh and under his foot, giving Viggo and Sebastian a nice view of his ass.
“There’s a spare toothbrush in the cabinet to the right over the sink,” Viggo said, pushing Sebastian toward the bathroom. The poor boy was trying and failing not to look at Bjorn’s muscular cheeks, spread apart due to his lifted leg, crack and hole on full display.
“Why don’t you go get ready for bed?”
Sebastian practically ran into the bathroom, closing the door behind him and locking it.
Bjorn looked over at the door with a frown before turning an inquisitive brow at Viggo.
“He’s a little overwhelmed,” Viggo explained, walking up to Bjorn and placing a hand on his lower back. The skin under his palm was warm and soft, his finger brushing over the bumps of Bjorn’s spine. He slid his hand lower and gave Bjorn’s big ass a squeeze.
Bjorn stepped away, looking over his shoulder with a disinterested wrinkle of his nose. Viggo sighed in disappointment and headed to the walk-in closet to get changed into his sleep clothes.
