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Felix’s eyes darkened, his expression softening into something warm and possessive all at once. He bit one long, claw-like nail. “Can I see?”

Zane flushed, but nodded. “Sure.”

Felix went up on his knees so Zane could roll over without him having to get off him. Once on his belly, Felix tugged his pajama pants out of the way, then gasped as soon as Zane was exposed.

The reaction alone made heat creep up Zane’s neck.

He whimpered as Felix ran his fingertips over the thick stripes ribboning across his ass and thighs.

“Fuck, that’s so hot, Zaney. Did you like it? Did you cry? Did you beg?”

“You know the answer to that,” Zane managed, burying his face in his folded arms as embarrassment and fondness tangled together. The memories of the night before were still entirely too fresh.

He fought the urge to push back into Felix’s gentle touch. “Asa recorded it. In case you wanted to watch.”

Felix groaned dramatically. “I miss you two so much. Maybe we should ask Jericho and Atticus if they can babysit tonight?”

“Should we?” Zane asked.

The idea alone sounded heavenly.

Felix’s weight disappeared, but then his tongue replaced his hands, licking over Zane’s abused skin. Zane moaned, kicking his hips back.

Oscar and West were going through some kind of sleep regression where they were constantly crawling into bed with one set of parents or another. They’d been doing their best to alternate so every pairing got some alone time. No one was complaining about the boys wanting comfort, but four exhausted adults could only survive on stolen moments for so long.

But Zane missed the four of them having time together.

Felix licked closer to the fold between his ass cheek and his thigh.

“Lixie, we can’t,” Zane whispered.

“I know, but I can’t help it. Why does Asa get all the fun?” Felix pouted, tongue trailing over another red welt.

Zane moaned again, pressing his half-hard cock into the floor for some pressure.

“Fuck it,” Felix declared.

Then he was gone. When Zane rolled over to see where he’d disappeared to, Felix already had his phone in hand. He pushed a button and a ringing filled the room.

“Lix?” a gruff voice said.

“Hey, Freckles,” Felix said with more enthusiasm than usual.

“What’s up? Something wrong?”

Felix shook his head like it was a video call. “No, but I was wondering if maybe you might be willing to let the boys stay with you tonight? They’re going through some kind of sleep thing⁠—”

“Crawling into your bed every night?” Atticus asked.

“Yes!” Felix groaned.

“Yeah, Jet and Jagger went through it, too. They can stay here. They’ll stay put if they have their cousins in the room with them. I can drop them at school tomorrow morning on my way to take the boys. It’s only a few blocks from my office.”

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?” Felix asked.

“Why would I? We’re family,” Atticus said. “Besides, West and Oscar are angels compared to the two hellions we’re raising. At least with their cousins here, they’ll be too preoccupied to do anything too crazy.”

“Bless you,” Felix said. “We’re kind of sleep deprived here.”