“Did something happen, Father?” Monqilcolnen asked, his fingers pausing in the middle of my braid.
“Many things have happened.”
I frowned, and I knew my expression was mirrored by Monqilcolnen behind me because Jemtonkilsol chuckled.
“As I said, well suited. But nothing has happened that you need to be worried about.”
“If you’re sure?” Monqilcolnen asked.
“I am.”
Before either of us could press further, Dilvonsil came onto the screen, and I beamed. “Hello,” I greeted them.
They returned my look. “Wyn! I am quite pleased to see you back where you belong—in my son’s arms.”
My mouth dropped open at their forwardness, but Monqilcolnen hissed, “Xapher!”
Dilvonsil shook their head, grinning. “You’re far too easy to tease, but you look much happier than you were only days ago. It’s easy to see why.”
Monqilcolnen just put his face against my shoulder to hide, my braid forgotten. I patted his head, but I couldn’t stop the smile tugging at the corner of my lips. I adored when his parents teased him. It let me see how his family worked and gave me hints of his childhood.
The rest of the conversation continued as such. Both of them teasing Monqilcolnen, me comforting him with my tail running over his. They were curious about my accessibility work with Caleb and the meeting that was going to take place in front of the Cohort, and my AI kill code and how the project was going. All followed by more teasing of their kit.
When the session ended, Monqilcolnen pulled me backward, and we fell back onto the bed, me landing half on top of him.
He pushed my pink hair to the side, kissing my neck. “My parents love you.”
I rolled over so I could see him. “I really like them.”
His eyes closed as he smiled. I kissed his lips, and he groaned. I threw my leg over him, so I was straddling his hips. His hands cupped my butt as he deepened the kiss, his tongue attacking mine.
“Wyn,” he moaned.
“Fucking first, food after, then something fun.”
“Yes,” he whispered before taking control, and I let him. This time.
Wyn was snuggled against my side as we ate, his naked thigh pressing into mine. It had been a quick, rough fuck, but not one without emotion or cuddling. Wyn had kissed me, called my name, and held onto me tightly once we were done. I cupped the back of his head as Wyn shoved a berry into my mouth. I crunched on the crisp, tart fruit. I pressed my forehead against him, and Wyn smacked my butt with his tail.
“Eat,” he commanded.
I loved when he took care of me. Wyn was treasuring me in his own way, and I loved it. I bit his earlobe, making him shiver.
“I would rather eat you,” I murmured.
“You already did. Seed is not enough food.”
I laughed, straightening. Wyn shoved meat wrapped in flat bread into my mouth, and I licked his fingers. “Thank you, Peace.”
He kissed my shoulder but otherwise didn’t comment.
I loved when we were together, but it wasn’t enough. Not by half. I wanted to make routines and find our normal together. Simply spending time and existing together was paramount. To do that, I needed him here more than one night a week. I needed more than only a few nights a week. I needed him here always.
However, I wasn’t ready to admit the depth of my attachment.
“Wyn,” I started.
“Yes?”
