Oliver stiffened slightly, but relaxed once the bedroom door opened and Hayes stepped inside, sleeves rolled up, expression loose and satisfied.
His eyes immediately softened when they landed on us, tangled in the bed.
“Hey,” he greeted.
Oliver shifted, reaching one hand toward him without lifting his head from my chest.
Hayes crossed the room and took it, brushing his knuckles over Oliver’s fingers before climbing onto the other side of him.
We closed in automatically.
Three bodies. One center.
Hayes purred, “Miss me, pet?”
Oliver huffed, a slight tinge of pink splattered across his cheeks. “You were gone like twenty minutes.”
“Longest twenty minutes of my life,” Hayes replied solemnly, his grin betraying him.
I rolled my eyes.
Oliver’s mouth curved faintly, despite his protest only minutes before.
Hayes leaned in, pressing a kiss to Oliver’s temple. “I missed you,” he murmured fondly.
“I did, too,” Oliver relented, his blush deepening. Then, almost shyly, he added, “It doesn’t feel complete without you.”
Hayes smiled. “There’s my sweet pup.”
“Oursweet pup,” I corrected.
Hayes rolled his eyes at me as Oliver chuckled between us.
“Okay, well, I think it’s time for us andourpet to take a shower,” my brother said before sliding back off the bed and extending a hand out toward Oliver. “C’mon. Up.”
Oliver groaned softly but took it, letting Hayes tug him upright. He wobbled a little, still loose and hazy, and I immediately steadied him from behind.
“Easy there,” I murmured, pressing a kiss just under his ear. “You’re exhausted.”
“Not that tired,” he mumbled automatically.
Hayes snorted. “Uh-huh, sure you aren’t.”
Between us, we guided him toward the bathroom, letting him lean most of his weight against us.
Oliver leaned against the counter while I turned the shower on, adjusting the temperature until steam began to curl into the air. Hayes stood nearby, slowly undressing. Oliver was content to quietly watch as more and more skin was bared.
I stepped back once the water was ready and began to strip, my gaze focused on Ollie as his eyes pinged from one brother to another.
We stepped into the shower together, beckoning Oliver between us as always. He took his spot naturally. Hayes drew him back against his chest, holding him there while I grabbed the soap.
“Look at you,” Hayes murmured into Oliver’s damp curls. “So handsome for your owners. Covered in your own fluids as ours drip out of you. Mm, fuck.” He rutted lazily against Oliver’s back. “So damn perfect.”
Oliver flushed. “Stop.”
I chuckled. “We’ll never stop complimenting you, but we should give you a break from our dicks.”
Hayes reluctantly agreed—at least for the time being—to focus on taking care of Ollie.
