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Zee, Nunew, Max, and Nat were nestled in the cozy living area of Dumundi, the evening casting soft shadows beneath the dim lights. Both couples were the only ones there.
A movie played in the background, its flickering scenes barely catching their attention.
Max and Nat were curled together under one blanket, warmth and intimacy shared in silence.
Across from them, Zee and Nunew mirrored the scene, tucked under their own blanket, bodies close and connected.
Nunew was pressed against Zee’s chest, their fingers gently intertwined, the shared touch grounding.
Zee had his head resting in the crook of Nunew’s neck, one arm tightly wrapped around his waist, possessive and protective.
Zee lived for moments like this—close, quiet, charged. He inhaled deeply, drawing in the scent of Nunew’s skin, soft and calming like home.
He took another deliberate breath, savoring it.
“Mmm… Hiaaa…” Nunew whimpered softly, the sound barely audible.
“What is it, baby?” Zee murmured into his neck, his voice low, almost purring.
Nunew shifted slightly, trying to pull away, but Zee held him firm, pulling him back against his chest without hesitation.
Nat glanced over at them, catching the movement. Nunew only smiled at him, innocent, barely betraying the tension building under the blanket.
“Ummm, baby boy,” Zee whispered, voice hot against Nunew’s skin, “you feel so warm… so perfect in my arms.”
“Hiaaa…” Nunew whimpered again, eyes fluttering closed.
Zee’s hands moved with slow intention, smoothing across Nunew’s chest, gently caressing him under the blanket pulled up to his collarbone. His fingers trailed lower, slipping beneath Nunew’s T-shirt.
He moved upward, tracing over soft skin until his hand reached a nipple. He teased it softly, rubbing, then pinching just enough to make Nunew suck in a harsh breath.
“Be quiet, love… or they’ll hear,” Zee whispered, his eyes flicking to Max and Nat—still focused on the movie, unaware or pretending to be.
Zee continued, fingers working slow circles, pinching, rolling. Nunew’s head fell back against Zee’s chest, breath hitching, lips parted.
“Watch the movie, baby,” Zee murmured in his ear, even as his hand wandered again, mapping every inch of Nunew’s chest.
Nunew’s nipples were hard, sensitive under Zee’s touch. His jeans were tented, arousal impossible to hide.
Zee let his hand drift downward again, palm pressing against the clear bulge. Nunew gasped.
“Hiaaa…”
Zee shifted, wrapping both arms around Nunew and gently guiding him backward. They reclined together, Zee flat against the couch, Nunew lying atop him. The blanket shifted, covering them both.
Zee’s hand slid down once more, back to Nunew’s jeans. He popped the button with practiced ease and pulled the zipper down, the sound masked by the movie's soundtrack.
Nunew tensed, a small jolt of hesitation—but his hips didn’t resist.
Zee slipped his hand inside Nunew’s briefs, fingers wrapping slowly around the hard length waiting for him. He began to stroke, slow and teasing, thumb brushing the sensitive tip.
Nunew lay still, eyes shut, lips parted in silence.
“Is Nunew asleep?” Max asked, glancing over.
“No… I’m not asleep,” Nunew replied without opening his eyes. “Just resting my eyes.”
Max and Nat exchanged a knowing look but said nothing, turning back to the screen.
Zee smiled, leaning up to whisper against Nunew’s ear. “Mmm… good boy,” he hummed. “My good boy loves Hia’s touch, right?”
Nunew squirmed on Zee’s lap, hips shifting involuntarily, needing more.
Zee ran his fingertips slowly over the slick head of Nunew’s cock, the touch featherlight but electric.
“Answer me, my sweet boy,” Zee whispered, voice smooth, dominant, a purr that pressed directly into Nunew’s spine.
“Yes… so much,” Nunew whispered, breathless, hips thrusting up into Zee’s hand, unable to stop himself.
Across the room, Max and Nat glanced over. The blanket covering Zee and Nunew may have concealed most of the action—but not enough. Nunew’s soft cry hadn’t been as quiet as he thought, and their movements were impossible to mistake.
Max reached out and cupped Nat’s face gently, his thumb stroking along his cheek. “They’re so lovely together, aren’t they?” he murmured, eyes still on Zee and Nunew.
Nat smiled, nodding softly. “They really are. Zee loves him so much.”
Max turned back to Nat, voice dropping to a tender murmur. “And I love you… my precious boy.” He continued to stroke his soft, delicate cheek, his eyes dark with affection.
Leaning in, Max kissed him—slow, unhurried. Nat melted into it, their lips parting as tongues met and danced. Max’s fingers slid into Nat’s hair, gripping gently as he deepened the kiss. Nat shifted in Max’s lap, straddling him fully, thighs bracketing Max’s hips.
Max gripped Nat’s waist firmly, holding him in place, his control steady and focused.
Meanwhile, Nunew lay back across Zee’s chest, legs spread, breath shallow. His jeans and briefs had been pulled down to his ankles, and Zee’s fingers moved expertly inside him—slow, stretching, teasing. The blanket still lay draped over his lap, but the motions were visible, unmistakable. Anyone looking knew exactly what was happening.
“Hiaaa…” Nunew moaned, clutching Zee’s arm under the blanket, the other hand fisting into the seat cushion beside him.
“Baby… so wet, so tight… fuck, you feel so good,” Zee growled low in his ear. “Hia’s so hard for his Nhu…”
Then Zee’s voice dipped into something playful, taunting.
“Sexy boy… look at Max and Nat.”
Nunew’s eyes fluttered open, mind hazy with pleasure. He glanced across the room—and remembered suddenly that they weren’t alone.
Max sat with his back against the couch, Nat pressed tightly against his chest, legs splayed open. Nunew noticed the subtle shift—the way Nat’s pants were also around his ankles beneath the blanket. Max’s hands moved beneath the fabric with rhythmic precision, clearly working inside Nat, fingers thrusting deep.
“Look at the baby,” Zee whispered, lips brushing Nunew’s ear. “You’ve made them so hot for each other.”
Nunew couldn’t look away. The sight of Nat’s face—flushed, eyes heavy-lidded with pure bliss—sent a fresh jolt of arousal through him. That expression mirrored the way he felt. The way Zee made him feel.
Both of them—him and Nat—lost in pleasure under the hands of the men who owned them.
Nat looked over at Nunew through half-lidded eyes, lips parted, breath shallow. Whimpering moans slipped from him, soft and uncontrolled. He smiled at Nunew—completely turned on, the eye contact only heightening the moment.
Nunew, emboldened by the gaze, pushed Zee’s hand away gently. He tossed the blanket aside, baring himself fully. His pants and briefs slid the rest of the way down, pooling at his ankles before he kicked them off.
He climbed onto the couch, positioning himself between Zee’s legs.
Zee sat up, his back resting against the couch cushions, breath already quickening in anticipation. Nunew reached for his zipper, slowly pulling it down. He reached inside and freed Zee’s cock.
Zee exhaled sharply, a satisfied groan escaping as his thick length sprang free. His head fell back for a second—then he looked down just in time to see Nunew bend forward and take him deep into his mouth.
“Fuck…” Zee hissed, hand gripping the back of Nunew’s head.
Across the room, Max and Nat watched through heavy, lust-blurred eyes. From their angle, they had a clear view—Nunew bent over Zee, bobbing rhythmically, his lips gliding up and down Zee’s shaft. Every deep stroke made his ass lift and spread, revealing the flushed pink of his hole, glistening and open from earlier teasing.
“Fuuuuck…” Max growled, eyes locked on the view.
His fingers thrust harder into Nat, drawing a sharp yelp from the boy in his lap.
Both of them were fully consumed now—watching Zee and Nunew, breathing faster, bodies grinding.
Zee, never one to miss a moment of dominance, licked his fingers and brought them down between Nunew’s cheeks. He spread him open slowly, deliberately, before pushing two slick fingers inside.
Max and Nat couldn’t look away. They saw every detail—Zee’s fingers disappearing inside that needy hole, sliding in and out with controlled precision, glistening in the low light.
Nunew whimpered around Zee’s cock, the sound muffled but desperate, his hips rocking back against those fingers, begging for more with every motion.
They could hear the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth working on Zee, interrupted only by the soft choked cries of “please,” as he pushed himself back on Zee’s hand.
“Ohh… that’s so hot,” Nat moaned, his voice high and breathy. “Fuck… they’re so beautiful together…”
“Stroke your cock, baby,” Max whispered, lips brushing his ear.
Nat reached down, sliding the blanket off himself. Max’s cock pressed firm against his back, thick and hot, pulsing with need.
Nat’s hand slipped between his legs, fingers wrapping around his own shaft, beginning to stroke—slow at first, teasing, matching the pace of the scene playing out before them.
They both just sat there, completely captivated, watching the beautiful show unfold before them.
Zee was thrusting up into Nunew’s mouth, the wet, tight heat of it driving him to the edge of madness. Each thrust sent a pulse of pleasure through his spine. Every so often, he glanced up—locking eyes with Max and Nat, who hadn’t looked away for a moment.
They had never done this before. Neither couple had ever watched another make love in front of them… nor had they been watched. But if Nunew didn’t mind—and clearly, he didn’t—then Zee certainly didn’t either. And who better to share this first with than their closest friends?
Zee felt himself teetering on the brink. The sight, the heat, the sounds—it was all too much.
But he didn’t want to finish in Nunew’s mouth. Not tonight.
He wanted to be inside that perfect, aching heat currently wrapped around his fingers.
Nunew’s hole gripped him so tightly—hot, slick, clenching with need. It made Zee wild with desire.
Gently, he pulled Nunew off his cock.
“Ahh—Hiaaa…” Nunew whimpered in protest, lips wet and swollen.
“Hush, baby,” Zee soothed, voice thick with restraint. He guided Nunew to his feet and slowly peeled off his shirt, leaving him completely bare—utterly exposed in front of Max and Nat.
Nunew stood trembling, flushed and glistening, breath ragged. His body was gorgeous—soft in all the right places, every curve inviting. His skin glowed under the low lights, flawless and smooth. The curve of his ass was sinful, and his cock—pretty, dainty, perfectly hard—matched his delicate frame.
Zee moved behind him, guiding him to kneel on the couch.
Then, with no hesitation, Zee leaned in and buried his face between Nunew’s cheeks, tongue plunging deep into his hole.
Nunew arched his back violently, a loud moan ripping from his throat.
Zee glanced sideways as he heard mirrored sounds from Max and Nat. Of course. He knew exactly how erotic the sight must be.
Gripping Nunew’s hips, Zee pulled him closer, leaning him forward until his hands braced on the carpet. Then Zee dove in again—devouring him with greedy intensity, licking, sucking, moaning into him like he couldn’t get enough.
“Oh—god! Hiaaa… so good… don’t stop!” Nunew cried out, voice breaking.
He was grinding back, pressing himself onto Zee’s face, desperate for more.
Zee spread him open wider, face buried completely between those soft cheeks, licking so deep and loud that Nunew’s entire body trembled. He wanted him undone, wrecked, trembling before Max and Nat’s watching eyes.
And they were watching—enthralled.
Max’s fingers stilled inside Nat, and Nat’s hand, which had been stroking his own cock, froze mid-motion. They couldn’t tear their eyes away.
“Do you…” Max murmured, voice low, “want to join them?”
Nat blinked. “Join them?” he echoed, startled—but aroused.
Just then, Zee lifted his face from Nunew’s ass and turned to look at them directly. His lips were wet, his expression wild.
“Yes… please,” he said, voice husky, gaze fixed on them.
Max placed a firm hand on Nat’s thigh and gave it a squeeze. Nat looked back, breath caught in his throat. They shared a silent decision.
Then Nat stood and began undressing—first stepping out of his pants completely, then peeling off his shirt. Now fully naked, he stood before Max, every line of his soft frame on display.
Max’s eyes raked down his body, hungry, possessive.
“My sexy baby,” he murmured, his voice like velvet.
Nat’s petite cock stood hard, glistening at the tip.
Max stood behind him and wrapped his arms around him, pressing their bodies close, his thick cock pressing between Nat’s cheeks.
“Baby…” he whispered into Nat’s ear, his lips brushing the lobe.
Nat gave a soft nod.
“Go,” Max instructed gently, “sit in front of Nunew… and kiss his soft lips.”
He gave Nat’s ass a soft pat—sending him forward toward the couch.
Nat stepped toward them, then crouched down in front of Nunew, who was still kneeling, head low, face flushed with pleasure.
Nunew looked up at Nat, gaze unfocused, mouth hanging open as he gasped. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips—and that was all the invitation Nat needed.
He leaned forward and captured Nunew’s lips in a soft, sensual kiss—two trembling boys, bodies bare, mouths meeting while their lovers watched, ready to join them.
Max went upstairs briefly and returned with a bottle of lube in hand.
When he came back down, he paused to take in the sight before him: Zee sitting on the couch, Nunew half-leaned over his lap, and Nunew and Nat kissing each other with slow, passionate hunger. Nat was on his knees, ass in the air, fully open and vulnerable between the two men.
Max stepped forward and lowered himself to the carpet beside Nat. His hands ran over the small of Nat’s back, then down the curves of his ass. He leaned in, kissing along Nat’s arched spine—slow, wet kisses that turned into soft bites and long, dragging licks over his heated skin. Nat moaned into Nunew’s mouth, still locked in that deep, exploratory kiss.
Max opened the lube and poured some onto his fingers. He slicked two of them generously before bringing his hand between Nat’s cheeks. Slowly, he pressed his fingers against that tight, waiting entrance.
With a soft pop, they slid inside.
Nat arched even more, groaning loudly against Nunew’s lips. His hips trembled, hands fisting into the floor.
Zee lifted his head from where he’d been tonguing Nunew’s ass and made eye contact with Max across the floor. A small smile passed between them—something unspoken, dark with mutual challenge.
Zee moved then, grabbing Nunew and gently guiding him down to the floor, positioning him right in front of Nat. He wrapped a hand around the back of Nunew’s head and pressed him forward, reuniting their lips in another deep kiss.
Max handed Zee the lube, and Zee coated his fingers before bringing them back to Nunew’s hole, slipping them in with ease, already so open and wet from earlier.
Nunew and Nat kissed passionately, bodies flush, hands roaming freely over each other’s skin—soft, creamy, trembling under the touch. Both of them so open, so responsive. Every curve, every moan on display for their men.
Zee and Max—still shirtless, pants clinging low on their hips—watched their lovers writhe. Both boys were completely naked, flawless, sensual, so utterly theirs.
Zee, eyes heavy with lust, turned to Max. The two men locked gazes again—this time with a deeper intensity. A smirk curled across Zee’s lips. The challenge was clear.
Who could fuck their lover better?
Zee stood first, removing his pants and boxers in one motion. His cock sprang free—long, elegant, veined, already hard and twitching in anticipation.
Max followed. He stripped as well, revealing his own thick, girthy cock—shorter than Zee’s, but powerful and heavy between his legs.
Zee with the length. Max with the girth.
Who would win?
They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to.
Both men moved to lay their lovers down fully on the floor, side by side.
Zee looked down at Nunew, who lay on his back, hair tousled, eyes glazed over, mouth parted and wet from kissing Nat. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, nipples hard, skin glowing.
Zee had to close his eyes for a moment just to center himself. The love he felt for Nunew was intense—consuming. It took everything in him to hold back, to make sure he always took care of Nunew’s pleasure first.
“My beautiful, perfect boy…” Zee whispered, stroking Nunew’s cheek. “You look so hot like this. You make Hia so hard… Look at me, Nhu. Look how hard Hia is for you.”
Zee grabbed his cock, giving it a slow stroke. Nunew looked at it through his lashes, eyes dark with need. His tongue flicked across his lips unconsciously.
“You want me, baby boy?” Zee asked, voice low and rough. “You want Hia’s cock deep inside this pretty little hole?”
He pushed two fingers into Nunew again, curling them just right.
Nunew arched off the floor, a desperate cry leaving his throat, body trembling under Zee’s touch.
“Hia… please,” Nunew gasped, voice trembling. “I need you… I need you so much…”
Zee could no longer hold back.
He pushed Nunew’s legs open wider, positioning himself between them. His cock, slick and throbbing, found its mark. With a deep, controlled breath, Zee pressed forward—slow, deliberate—sliding into Nunew inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt in that tight, needy heat.
A long, trembling moan escaped Nunew’s lips.
Zee’s head fell forward, bracing himself.
Then he heard another loud moan—and turned his head instinctively, momentarily forgetting they weren’t alone.
Across from them, Max was bent over Nat, slamming into him with powerful, punishing thrusts. Nat’s arms and legs were wrapped tight around Max’s body, his head thrown back, mouth open in wild moans.
The rawness of it spurred Zee on.
He turned his attention back to Nunew and began to move—slow, steady glides, pulling out almost entirely before sinking back in. Each thrust earned a sharp inhale from Nunew, whose hands fisted the floor beneath them.
“Baby boy…” Zee murmured, voice gravel and heat. “Who do you belong to?”
His hips picked up pace, the rhythm slowly building.
“You—oh God—only you,” Nunew whimpered, body clenching around him.
“That’s right,” Zee growled. “You’re mine. You belong to me.”
He looked up again—and at that exact moment, Max looked back at him. Their eyes locked, intense, competitive. Both men were in the same position: driving into their lovers with increasing speed, bodies wrapped around them.
Nunew and Nat both had their arms and legs wrapped tightly around their men—breathless, overwhelmed, taken.
Zee smirked.
Without warning, he yanked Nunew hard down onto his cock, forcing a loud, desperate moan from him.
Max saw it—and mirrored the move. He slammed deeper into Nat, making the boy cry out, “Max!” in a scream thick with pleasure.
Zee didn’t break eye contact.
Still pumping into Nunew, he spoke again—voice deep, commanding, meant to be heard.
“Nunew… tell them. Who do you belong to?”
Nunew cried out, back arching.
“Hia—oh God—Zee! I belong to Hia, Zee!” he moaned, repeating his name over and over in breathless worship.
The room pulsed with a raw, masculine energy—heavy with challenge, dominance, and possession.
Max met the moment.
He started slamming into Nat with wild, relentless thrusts. The sound of skin against skin filled the room. Nat couldn’t hold back—his voice rising into a loud, uncontrollable string of moans, crying out Max’s name, begging for more, choking on how good it felt.
Zee narrowed his eyes at Max. If it was a challenge, he wouldn’t lose.
Without a word, he pulled out of Nunew, flipped him onto his hands and knees, and lined up again—this time right in front of Max and Nat.
Then Zee slammed back in.
Nunew’s entire body jolted forward, his moan breaking into a cry.
Zee gripped him tightly—one hand in Nunew’s hair, the other wrapped around his throat, pulling him back as he began to thrust with furious, punishing strokes.
Each movement drove into Nunew with force, making his cries rise louder, wilder.
“ Hia—fuck—Zee!”
His voice cracked, helpless and beautiful.
Zee’s grip tightened slightly, his rhythm unrelenting, his dominance complete.
And Max?
He was watching.
Their eyes locked again across their lovers’ writhing, naked bodies.
Two alphas. Two boys. One unspoken competition.
Zee kept his eyes locked on Max the entire time, a cocky smirk curling across his lips. His mouth was parted, breath heavy, chest rising and falling with each hard thrust.
Max, unwilling to be outdone, mirrored the move—pulling out of Nat abruptly and flipping him onto his knees.
Now both boys—Nunew and Nat—were side by side, kneeling, moaning, trembling under their lovers' control.
Max gripped Nat’s hips, then slid into him in one smooth, punishing thrust. His free hand tangled into Nat’s hair, the other curling tightly around his throat—matching Zee’s exact position.
Nunew opened his eyes—and found himself face to face with Nat.
Nat’s eyes were glassy, mouth open, a thin sheen of sweat on his flushed cheeks. He was being fucked hard from behind, Max’s hand tightening around his throat with every thrust.
The sight pushed Nunew to the edge. He could barely think. His mind was consumed—by the stretch in his ass, by Zee’s thick cock buried inside him, by the way Zee's hand gripped his throat, controlling his breath… his body… everything.
Zee shifted his hips—and found that spot inside him.
That spot.
Nunew screamed.
His body jerked, every nerve exploding as Zee hit that deep, perfect place over and over.
He couldn’t remember ever feeling anything like it. Zee—his Hia—was always so gentle with him, so tender. He would stroke his body with soft fingers, make love to him like he was something fragile.
But right now?
Zee was fucking him like a man possessed.
Rough. Unrelenting. Wild.
And Nunew loved every second of it.
He wanted more.
He needed more.
Max and Zee kept staring at each other—challenging, smirking, competing silently over who could make their boy scream louder, break faster.
Zee had always liked the playful rivalry between them. They had never crossed this kind of boundary before—but now that they had, he welcomed it.
Max was focused. Intense. But Zee wasn’t going to back down.
Nunew’s voice rose, desperate and cracked.
“Oh God—Hia—I’m gonna come,” he moaned, voice trembling, body shaking beneath Zee.
He was the least experienced of the four. Nunew had only ever been with Zee. Every touch, every climax, every new edge—Zee had given it to him.
And now?
Now Zee was pushing him beyond anything he’d ever felt before.
Zee heard the plea and smirked across at Max.
He released Nunew’s throat, gripped his hips tight with both hands, and began to pound into him with precise, relentless thrusts. Each stroke went deep, slamming into that perfect spot again and again.
Max followed Zee’s lead, matching the rhythm.
Both men stared at each other, gritting their teeth, holding eye contact as they fucked their boys with growing speed.
Nunew and Nat were moaning louder now, the sound of their voices blending—high, helpless, completely overtaken.
Zee licked his lips, his expression growing hazy with lust and power.
The challenge had changed.
Now it was unspoken but clear: Whose boy would break first?
Whose boy would scream louder?
Whose love, body, and surrender would echo hardest in the room?
Max leaned down, lips brushing against Nat’s ear.
“Come for me, baby… come for me right now,” he whispered, low and commanding.
Then he straightened—eyes snapping to Zee across the space. Neither man blinked. Neither looked away. Their rhythm stayed perfectly in sync, the silent challenge still burning hot between them.
Zee shifted his stance, adjusting his hips just enough to change the angle—until his cock dragged across Nunew’s prostate with brutal precision.
Nunew broke.
He let out a loud, choked cry, body lurching forward.
Zee didn’t let up. He grabbed his hips tighter, slammed into him hard, and growled, “What the hell is my name—and who do you belong to?”
His thrusts turned savage, unforgiving.
“Zee! Hia—Zee!” Nunew screamed, voice cracking with need.
His whole body convulsed, back arching as his orgasm tore through him. Thick, hot release spilled beneath him as he moaned Zee’s name over and over—lost in it, wrecked by it, owned by it.
Zee’s lips curled into a slow, triumphant smirk.
He had won.
But Max wasn’t finished.
He gripped Nat tighter and slammed into him, deep and fast—and Nat let out a loud, helpless moan as he came, trembling on his hands and knees, body shaking as he spilled onto the floor.
Both boys collapsed forward, panting, trembling, slick with sweat and release.
Max and Zee slowly pulled out of their lovers, their cocks still hard, throbbing.
And now, the final challenge.
Each man gripped his shaft, stroking fast and hard—eyes still locked on one another, their final test clear:
Who would come first?
Max stroked with focused intensity, his breath catching in his throat.
Just a few more pumps—and then he let out a sharp cry, hips jerking as his orgasm hit.
Thick, milky ropes of cum spilled across Nat’s back.
Max let out a heavy breath—and smirked.
His win.
Zee watched, jaw tense, stroking himself harder—until, a second later, he groaned through gritted teeth and came, spilling hot across Nunew’s lower back in long, pulsing waves.
They both slowed, breath steadying.
Then, without words, they each lowered themselves beside their boys.
Zee pulled Nunew close, wrapping both arms around his soft, trembling form. Max did the same with Nat, kissing the side of his head gently as he held him tight.
Their bodies were still slick with sweat, their heartbeats slowly calming.
The room was filled only with the sounds of their breathing and the quiet hum of aftermath.
Smiles were exchanged—warm, satisfied, unspoken.
Lovers. Partners.
And now… closer than ever.
The room was thick with heat and the fading echoes of pleasure.
Bodies lay tangled, glistening with sweat and slick, the air heavy with the scent of sex and satisfaction. For a few moments, no one spoke. The only sounds were the soft breaths of recovery, the occasional hum of the AC, and the faint pulse of blood still rushing in their ears.
Then Nunew stirred.
He let out a soft, exhausted sigh, his cheek pressed against the floor. “I don’t think I can move…”
Nat, beside him, gave a breathless laugh. “Same. My legs are jelly.”
Zee smirked from where he lay next to Nunew, still lazily tracing his fingers along his lover’s spine. “You sound like you’ve just run a marathon, baby boy.”
“You made me run a marathon,” Nunew mumbled, face still flushed, lips kiss-bitten.
Max chuckled, sitting back on his heels and reaching for Nat. “You two were loud enough to shake the walls. I’m surprised the neighbors haven’t called in a noise complaint.”
“Maybe they were listening,” Zee said with a playful grin.
Nunew groaned, hiding his face in his arms.
“I’m never going to be able to look at Max and Nat again,” he mumbled—though he was already smiling.
Nat turned his head toward him. “That’s okay,” he said sweetly, “I’ll just kiss you until you forget.”
Zee rolled onto his side, grabbed Nunew’s waist, and pulled him in close. “He says that like I’m gonna let him get near you again without earning it.”
Max raised an eyebrow. “Still trying to mark your territory, Zee?”
“Damn right.”
The four of them broke into soft laughter, the energy light now, lazy and satisfied. The tension had melted into something warm and playful.
Zee pushed himself up and stood, stretching. “Alright,” he said, glancing down at Nunew’s still-naked, blissed-out form. “You’re done being a puddle. Time for a shower.”
“Nooo,” Nunew protested, weakly rolling onto his back. “I live here now. On the floor. This is my home.”
Zee bent down with a chuckle, scooped him up bridal-style, and stood tall.
“My floor gremlin,” he said, kissing Nunew’s sweaty temple. “You’re adorable, but you’re also sticky. Let’s fix that.”
Across the room, Max did the same—lifting Nat easily into his arms. Nat let out a tiny yelp but then melted into his chest, arms curling around Max’s neck.
“You’re not tired of carrying me yet?” Nat murmured.
“Never,” Max replied, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “Especially not after watching you look that pretty while screaming my name.”
Zee snorted. “Mine screamed louder.”
“Yours always screams louder. He’s dramatic.”
“I'm right here!” Nunew whined into Zee’s chest, though he was clearly grinning.
The men started toward the stairs, each carrying their boy like a prize, bodies pressed close, hearts full.
“Double shower?” Max asked.
Zee nodded. “One hundred percent.”
Nat peeked up sleepily from Max’s arms. “No more challenges?”
Zee grinned over his shoulder. “Only if you want round two.”
Nunew groaned dramatically. “...The floor might not be so bad after all.”
Then he paused, blinked up at Zee, and whined in that familiar soft voice:
“Hiaaaa… I’m hungry.”
Everyone burst out laughing—typical Nunew, always hungry, even after being thoroughly wrecked.
Zee smirked and leaned in, murmuring low, “I’ve got something right here for you to eat.”
“Hiaaaa…” Nunew whined again, half-scandalized, half-tempted.
More laughter filled the space—warm, easy, breathless—as they disappeared up the stairs together. Skin against skin, arms full of love, eyes full of heat. Every touch still teasing, every glance still lingering.
Four hearts tangled.
Two pairs bonded.
And one night they’d never forget.
The End!