Frey:And the heat calendar too.
Hollis:Good point. So, will that work for everyone?
Bowie:Yes.
Wilder:Totally, as long as you don’t get bossy and tell Monty not to share… just saying!
Isley:I’m in.
Lennon:Me too.
Frey:Wouldn’t miss it.
Ziggy:Count me in.
Monty:Great, I can’t wait.
Seeing the conversation was over, Bowie closed the group chat and opened up the calendar on his phone that connected to both his and Kari’s work ones. He made a mental note of the dates that would work for Kari when Hollis had no reason to do that. He hesitated for a moment, inhaled, then exhaled the feeling of anxiety-excitement at what he was about to do, and typed out an email to Hollis. He checked over it twice and hit send. The whoosh sound came with a sense of relief.
He was doing this.
Finally, you’re seeing sense.
Whatever,Bowie grumbled back, his gaze returning to Kari when another thought struck. Had Rue told his brothers about the mating already? Monty hadn’t said when it had all happened. Bowie thought hard on the past few days and couldn’t come up with any difference in Kari’s behavior. There was no inkling, like there had been when Silas had shared his news, upsetting Kari.
“Daddy.” He waited until he had Kari’s full attention. “Monty and Rue are mates.”
His grin was wide and instant. “And they have Kendrick too.”
“All the peen,” said Bowie, giggling.
Kari pushed back his seat, arching his brows and getting up, heading to him. “All the peen? You feeling hard done by with only one, Babycakes?”
His eyes were full of amusement, and Bowie replied playfully. “Does it seem fair to you that he gets extra, Daddy?”
He anticipated Kari’s next move, and the second he picked him up, he wrapped himself around Kari. Clinging on, he was unable to hold on to his giggles when Kari blew a raspberry on his neck. “Is that right?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he replied between giggles, struggling to catch his breath when Kari tickled him.
“Then Daddy needs to prove to you one ‘peen’ is all you need.”
He nodded solemnly, then ruined it with a hiccup-snigger. A second later, he bounced on the couch cushions, staring up at Kari and continuing to giggle. Working from home definitely had perks. He tried not to think about how cross Hollis would be at him.
That worry fled when Kari took hold of the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head to fling it at the nearest chair. His sweats followed, before he grabbed hold of the bottom of Bowie’s pants, tugging them over his bare feet. He’d not bothered with underwear, and the light of approval he could see aimed at him got his cock thickening.
His cock was fully hard by the time Kari had him as naked as he was, crowding over him. The arms caging him in flexed as Kari put his weight on them, holding himself above Bowie, only allowing their lower bodies to touch.
Kari’s eyes gleamed with so much mischief, Bowie was close to coming. When Kari rolled his hips, aligning their dicks to slide side by side, but not letting them quite touch, he was ready to beg.
Bowie moaned in complaint when Kari teased him. He attempted to wiggle closer, desperate now to feel the ridges ofhis bite mark touch those of Kari’s. The first time he’d felt them touching his dick, he’d lost control. Bowie wasn’t passive when they made love, but he also wasn’t dominant. This type of touching did something to him, and Kari was fully aware of what effect this had on him.
“What, Babycakes? Isn’t this enough?”
“Daddy, you’re being naughty.”
At Kari’s laughter and position, so he couldn’t get what he wanted, Bowie took a second to check where Roarer was in relation to the couch and then wrapped a leg around Kari’s and used his weight to roll them off the couch. Roarer cushioned their fall, and Bowie groaned in relief when he ended up straddling Kari, who continued to laugh at his antics. Undeterred when Kari placed his hands on his waist, Bowie titled his hips forward, getting some friction against Kari’s cock, but not enough. He wanted the delicious slide of marked skin against his.
Kari’s hold didn’t prevent him from unashamedly reaching to wrap his fingers around both their cocks. His groan matched Bowie’s when he came forward to balance on one arm and rock his cock into his fist and against Kari’s cock.
