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It wasn't often that Jim stayed the night at Artemis's little cabin in the woods. In fact, he was pretty sure that it had been over two months since the last time.

Of course, Artemis was going to cherish it for as long as he could.

He loved seeing him lay there- naked, spent, still damp from the sweat their night had created. He couldn't help but trail his hands over his chest, momentarily tangling his fingers in the blonde hair on his chest.

"What?" Jim asked after a second, his gruff voice snapping him back to reality. "What are you thinking?" He brought his hand up, resting a hand on his cheek and gently brushing his thumb over it.

Artemis didn't respond for a moment, but was unable to stop the words before they tumbled out.

"It's just... call me selfish, but I don't ever want anyone else to touch you," he said slowly, carefully, and yet was still surprised by himself.

"Shit," he hissed to himself, immediately sitting up, fully intending on retreating to the kitchen where he could make himself a cup of tea and figure out how he was going to recover from such a bold admission to a married fucking man.

However, he never got the chance to get off the bed. Jim suddenly had a strong hold on him, dragging him back down to the bed. Just to make sure he would stay put, he laid him back down and pinned him to the bed by hovering over him.

"I don't want anyone else to touch you either," Jim told him, making him freeze beneath him. "And I know that's unfair to you. I know it's unfair to love you and want you so much while I still can't leave my fucking wife. But I do love you, Artemis. I can't stand the thought of anyone else having you."

There was silence for a long, dragged out moment, before Artemis placed a hand on the back of Jim's neck to pull him into a passionate kiss.

He felt Jim's hardening dick when he bucked up against him, and decided that maybe three rounds wasn't enough tonight.

Afterall, they had to show each other just how much they meant it, right?

Right.

Seeing as Erik refused to fuck on the murphy bed, it wasn't uncommon for the couple to find themselves on the couch together.

The difference this time is the hand on Erik's throat.

Law had suggested it- he loved trying new things out, and Erik was certainly not against it. So when he asked if he could try choking him, he almost immediately said yes.

And now he was at the beginning of losing his breath, feeling Law's grip on his throat tighten.

They weren't even fucking yet- hardly even undressed- but Erik could feel his lover's hard dick against his thigh, straining against the constraints of his boxers.

The feeling made him moan, and Law's grip tightened even more at the vibrations against his palm, which only made him moan again.

"Fuck..." Law muttered, bucking up against his thigh in search of friction. "You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat, my little songbird."

He didn't waste any time after that with removing the last of their clothes, his other hand still on his throat the entire time. He made quick work spreading the lube on his dick, pushing into his lover with a stuttered moan.

It wasn't like it had been long since they last fucked, it was just that the loss of oxygen was making Erik tense up more than usual.

At the feeling of a much smaller hand slapping his forearm, he greatly loosened his grip on Erik's throat, rubbing his neck gently with his thumb as if it would soothe the burn in his throat as he gasped for breath.

"You should- do that more- often-" Erik managed between gasps, pulling Law into a kiss when he caught his breath. "Now- now move-" he growled against his lips, letting out a cry when Law pulled almost all the way about before slamming back in.

"As you wish," he purred, keeping up that harsh pace as he began to thrust into him.

Well, they could both add choking to the green list.

"Really? You wanna have sex... here? Now?" Strahm asked carefully, clearly comfortable with how Garrett straddled his lap in the chair of his little office, but not so sure about fucking him here.

"I thought you knew me by now," Garrett replied with a huff, trailing kisses along Strahm's jaw and down his neck, paying special attention to the scar on his throat from the water box trap. "Of course I wanna fuck you here, and now. I want everyone to know who the fuck you belong to."

He could feel the shiver that went through Strahm at his words, a grin reaching his face. It was more of a shudder when he pulled him out of his pants, slowly stroking his dick.

"Besides, you need to relax a little," Garrett continued with a purr, speeding his hand up and biting at Strahm's neck to make him moan. "You're always so uptight at work. I hate it- I just want my good boy to feel good."

Strahm whined at the pet name, bucking up into Garrett's hand. He whined louder when Garrett suddenly moved his hand away, and climbed off of his lap.

Garrett shushed him before he could complain, pulling his own pants and boxers off and sitting down on the clearest spot on the desk once he was sure Strahm wouldn't immediately follow.

"Such an obedient boy," he teased, grinning at the sight of his lover. Kiss red lips, bright flushed cheeks, his hair all messed up. He could look at him like this forever. He was simply... gorgeous.

"Come here," he softly commanded, and Strahm was more than quick to stand up and stand between his legs in front of the desk. Garrett hummed softly, guiding his boyfriend's hands to rest on either side of him on the desk, then wrapping his arms around his neck.

"Peter?" he asked, smiling at the whimper Strahm gave at the use of his first name, "You're my good boy, aren't you?"

"Yes-" Strahm answered immediately, his words mixing with a low, breathy moan. "God yes-"

Garrett smiled wider, leaning back to look him in the eyes, getting lost for a moment in the beautiful blue that coloured them. "You are? Then fuck me into this desk. Let the whole damn precinct know who you belong to."

And by god, he did.

It wasn't common for Atlas to be flirted with when the troupe came to town, but it also wasn't unsurprising. He was often mistaken for a masculine woman when he didn't bind, and sometimes gay guys would recognize him as one of them and try to get with him.

He always turned them down, it was an inevitability, and he always let them down easy.

But apparently, Alex still didn't like it.

"When did you get so good at this?" Atlas teased breathlessly as he looked down at Alex, his head buried between his thighs. This was probably only the third time they'd ever fucked, but the last time Alex tried to give him oral, he really didn't do all that well.

He wasn't sure what had changed, but he sure as hell wasn't complaining as he tangled a hand in his hair. Hell, for once the mustache was just added to the pleasure instead of feeling out of place.

He was right on the edge of finishing when Alex pulled back, drawing a whine of protest from him. "You don't even know how good you taste," Alex commented, quickly moving so he was hovering over him and pulling him into a kiss of pure desperation.

It was that that made Atlas realize that something was going on. He pushed Alex away, much to both of their dismays, using a hand to cover his mouth so he couldn't kiss him again.

"Baby...? What's going on...?" Atlas asked cautiously, the concern clear in both his eyes and his voice.

Ever since Alex realized that making out with and wanting to have sex with someone was not a thing "just friends" did, he'd become significantly more... self conscious. He was worried about his wife (who was very obviously having an affair of his own, as Atlas had pointed out time and time again) finding out, or that Atlas was going to think he wasn't good enough and leave him too.

It took a lot of reassurance to get him to stop thinking that, but it never lasted.

Alex was silent, and he hated that. He hated that he wouldn't make eye contact with him. He dropped his hand, sighing softly.

"If this is about Elizabeth-"

"It's not."

Atlas looked up, surprised, when Alex suddenly cut him off. He tilted his head to the side, prompting him to continue.

And then he realized.

"Baby, is this about the guy that was flirting with me earlier?"

Silence again, before Alex lowered his head to Atlas's chest and let out a defeated sigh. "I- I'm not jealous! It's just... you're mine! And I hated seeing him talk to you like that..."

He let out another sigh, and then Atlas could feel his entire body tense up as he realized what he said.

"It's okay baby, I am yours. Nobody else's. Just yours," Atlas promised quietly, running a hand through Alex's hair. "And all I want is for you to be mine."

"And I will be," Alex all but growled into his ear, muffling the surprised squeak he got from Atlas with the passionate kiss he pulled him into.

This was going to be the first time they ever marked each other up, and there was no way in hell Alex was going to try to hide it. Atlas was his, and he wanted to show it to the whole damn world- and the world was just gonna have to deal with knowing that he was Atlas's too.

Garrett was very open about his thing for public sex, and the second Lawrence got an office at his new job, he knew he was going to have to fuck him there.

What he didn't expect was for Lawrence to bend him over the desk and fuck him like he'd never get to again.

At this point, Garrett's hair was sticking to his face, he could barely even keep his eyes open, and he was pretty sure there was a little bit of spit on his chin.

He knew Lawrence was good, but usually he was slow, and careful. He liked to savour their time together- he'd never just... taken him like this.

To be completely honest, Garrett fucking loved it.

"Darling," Lawrence spoke up, his gruff voice making a nice sounding purr that was music to his ears. He didn't continue, so Garrett gave a tired hum of acknowledgement.

He could feel Lawrence lean down, sighing at the feeling of his lover's chest against his back. "I think you forgot to lock the door," Lawrence whispered into his ear, "that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this."

The mere idea of someone walking in and seeing him all fucked out like this, dishevelled and desperate for more.

"Fuck..." he whimpered, gasping when Lawrence bite down on his shoulder, licking the wound to soothe it before standing back up.

"God, I could take a picture of this," he purred, running his hands over Garrett's tensed back, the feeling making him relax significantly. "But then someone else might see, and I think this is a sight that shouldn't be shared, don't you agree? No one else gets to see you like this. Well, other than Mark and Strahm, I suppose."

Lawrence let out a heavy sigh, not because he shared Garrett, because he did genuinely love their other two boyfriends as well, but because he knew that he was going to have to end this little visit here. He had a meeting with his new coworkers scheduled, and he couldn't miss it.

But at least he could savour the sight as he redressed himself, and then got to help Garrett get dressed as well.

"I love you," he muttered, pulling Garrett into a sweet kiss before letting him leave. "Stay safe."

Garrett chuckled softly, sighing in content against Lawrence's lips. "I love you too, and I'll try my best."

It was time for a break, god did they need a break.

They hadn't even spoken yet, laying next to each other on the bed, the blankets long since kicked off because they were way too hot and sweaty for them.

Finally, Jim moved, intertwining his fingers with Artemis's and bringing his hand up to kiss his knuckles.

"How many rounds was that? Four? God, we're about to break our own record," he said, breathlessly, gaining a soft chuckle from his lover.

"Yeah," Artemis muttered in reply, using his other arm to wipe some of the sweat off of his forehead. "Don't you have to get home?"

Jim hummed softly, squeezing the other's hand gently. "I suppose. But I'm sure it'll be fine. I was... hoping I could stay the night," he admitted, looking over at him.

Artemis hesitated before turning his head to meet Jim's gaze, clicking his tongue before reply. "If you give me one more round, then yeah, you can stay the night," he decided.

There was a pause before the silence was cut through by a laugh from him as Jim practically scrambled up to hover over him again, pulling him into a deep kiss.

"I'll give you as many damn rounds as you want," he growled against his lovers lips, placing a hand on his stomach as he entered him yet again, groaning at the pleasure mixing with the pain of overstimulation.

Hell, he might even fuck him again later when they finally got to the shower.

God this was risky, and both of them knew it.

The camp members were rehearsing on the stage, probably wondering where their only two teachers had gone, completely unaware that they were fucking just a few rooms away in the green room.

After a particularly loud moan, Law took it upon himself to shove his fingers into Erik's mouth, pressing down on his tongue to quiet him.

"Shhhh," he purred, kissing his lover's temple. "Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?"

Erik whined at the question, but nodded his head as best as he could. "Good boy," Law told him, giving him another quick kiss before leaning back again.

Once both of his hands had returned to their spots gripping Erik's hips, Law was right back to pounding into him, his thrusts slow but harsh in order to minimize the sound but maximize the pleasure.

To his credit, Erik was doing everything he could to muffle his moans and whines, even biting down on his hand so he couldn't slip up.

Unfortunately, seeing him work so hard to stay quiet just made Law want to test him even more, so he sped up.

They both froze at the sound of voices, waiting until they faded before they were right back at it, the appeal only growing with the close call.

Hopefully they'd make it to his office soon for a longer, louder session.

"You're a fucking tease, Despereaux."

Pierre winced at the use of his last name, knowing damn well that Milo only used it when he was upset with him, or frustrated. "Darling... there's no need to stoop to such terms," he purred, only receiving a glare in response.

It wasn't like he was wrong- Pierre had spent the entire day leading him on a wild goose chase, building up his pleasure when they were only, only to run off and leave him hanging.

The only fairness he could give him at that point was that it had been near impossible to shake Shawn and Gus during the chase.

But now that they were alone, he was still keeping up and the game, and Milo was getting sick of it.

Before he could almost literally jump Pierre's bones, the thief held up a hand for him to pause. He wasn't letting control go that easily, and he still had some tricks up his sleeve.

"Darling, the only way you're getting off is on my thigh," Pierre told him, a signature smirk on his face.

Wow. He really thought that was a win.

Milo slowly stepped forward, brought a hand to his lover's chest, and pushed him down into the nearest chair. Pierre seemed surprised, and he revelled in it.

"Sure. It's such a punishment to tell the man that loves thigh riding, that the only way he's getting relief is by thigh riding." Almost immediately, he straddled one of Pierre's legs, not even bothering to remove his own pants.

He leaned in, right next to his boyfriend's ear. "Don't move a fucking muscle, unless it's to help. You're not leaving until I'm done," he growled, biting Pierre's neck to get a response from him when he stayed quiet.

Yeah, Pierre wasn't regretting anything he did, at all.

When Jonah got his office, he never expected to be bent over the desk by a murderer who went out of his way to be brutal with fucking him, and then tell him to be quiet.

"You make a sound and it's game over, baby," Irvin had told him when he first bent him over, making his first thrust harsh enough that Jonah had to bite the shit out of his lip to keep quiet.

Irvin knew he liked to be loud, which was exactly why he was doing this. He wanted to remind him who was in control in their... "relationship".

They'd been going for at least twenty minutes now, but Jonah was losing track of time. All of his focus was on staying quiet as Irvin fucked any coherent thought out of him. He'd simply had too many close calls to allow himself to get distracted.

Vaguely, once, he wondered if Irvin liked how tense he was, especially because he kept running his hands over his back and commenting how tight his muscles were bunched up.

That thought was gone quickly though, because he had to force himself not to moan when Irvin leaned down and left a bite mark on his back.

Apparently though, he didn't like the tenseness. "You're so bunched up," Irvin commented, slowing his thrusts down significantly as he gently ran his hands over Jonah's lower back. "You're supposed to relax, you know. I mean, you've been a very good boy as far as keeping quiet, but you can't enjoy it if you spend the whole time focused on that."

And then he leaned down, close to Jonah's ear. "Besides, I've realized I rather love your sounds. So, scream for me, darling."

He leaned back and immediately returned to his near brutal pace, and Jonah cried out in response, his muscles finally loosening up.

Who cared if they got caught at that point? Irvin hated seeing him so tense, and he loved hearing him sing. What were they going to do, fire their only historian?

Sometimes, job security meant you could loudly fuck the historian on his office desk.

"If we get caught, I'm blaming you," Benjamin told Ethan when his boyfriend pulled him into the closet, locking the door behind them and immediately pinning him to the wall to start kissing at his neck.

"Uh-huh," was Ethan's only response, already undoing the button and zipper of Benjamin's jeans, pulling them and his boxers down.

As soon as Benjamin was uncovered, Ethan dropped to his knees and dove right in, catching his boyfriend off guard and almost making him cry out.

He was lucky enough that he covered his hand just in time, but Ethan didn't even start off slow, going all the way in as if he was starving. His hands found Ethan's hair, gripping it tightly, which only made him try to get closer.

Ethan's hands were gripping his thighs soon enough, which was great because Benjamin was leaning heavily against the wall as his knees tried to give out on him.

"You're- you're acting like you don't eat-" Benjamin commented at a calmer moment, getting a glance and hum from his lover before the pace was right back to quick and he had to shut up again so he wouldn't moan and out them.

He remembered wondering earlier why Ethan had showed up at his job, especially because they weren't open about their relationship, but god if this wasn't an insane way to figure it out.

Vaguely, he figured his boyfriend had simply been horny and didn't want to handle it by himself. Either that, or he had some weird insatiable desire to eat him out at exactly that moment.

Not that he was complaining, especially not when he tipped over the edge and came with a moan he muffled with his hand, hearing Ethan match it with his own moan.

He stayed there until Benjamin let out a whine from overstimulation and tugged at his hair to pull him off, looking up at him with slightly watery eyes and slick all over the bottom half of his face.

"Satisfied?" Benjamin asked, quirking an eyebrow in an almost sarcastic motion.

Ethan grinned at him. "More than just satisfied. Thanks baby."

Benjamin scoffed, though he'd definitely let it happen again.

Normally, neither of them stayed the night, no matter whose house they were at. Even when they went to motels, one (or both) of them always left.

Last night was apparently different, because Cal woke up in Joseph's arms and discovered that he was a dad snorer.

He also slept like a rock, because there was no struggle for Cal to remove himself from Joseph's hold and get up to get dressed.

As he grabbed his clothes, he was only vaguely aware that the button up shirt he pulled on was far larger than the one he'd worn over, but he was too tired and sore to care.

Besides, it was comfortable, and it kind of smelled like Joseph. That was weird, but he liked it. He buttoned it up as he wandered out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, fully intending on making himself coffee.

He only slightly felt a twinge of pain from the fabric of the shirt rubbing against the fresh bites and hickeys from last night, though the feeling brought a smile to his face.

Joseph had taken a while to warm up to the idea of marking him up, but god was he obsessed with it now.

Cal had just started making a pot of coffee when he heard footsteps behind him, not needing to look to know that it was Joseph. "Mornin' sunshine," he said, turning around and sitting down on the counter, grinning at the blonde.

Joseph went to respond, but paused, and tilted his head slightly to the side. "Are you wearing my shirt?" he asked, making Cal look down at the shirt he was wearing.

... That explained why it was so big on him. "Damn, I think it is," he answered, looking back up at Joseph, who had since crossed the room and was now standing between his legs, both hands placed on either side of him.

"It looks good," Joseph purred, leaning forward to capture him in a kiss. "You should wear my stuff more often."

Cal grinned against his lip, gently nipping at his bottom lip. "You should give me an incentive then."

Challenges were a good way to get Joseph going, and this time was no different.

At the very least, they made it to the bed.

Garrett had heard about the day Mark had at the precinct and was fully aware of how he'd want to release that pent up energy, but that didn't make him any less surprised when Mark opened the door and immediately picked him up, practically throwing him onto their shared bed.

Foreplay wasn't bothered with, other than the deep bite mark that Mark left on Garrett's neck.

"We're just gonna fuck with our clothes on?" Garrett asked right before Mark entered him- seeing as the only thing he'd done was expose both of them- because he knew damn well he wouldn't be listening when he got going.

Mark growled at the interruption, but at least answered. "I don't have the patience to remove your clothes right now," and that was all the warning Garrett got before Mark was thrusting into him, letting out a near animalistic groan at the feeling.

At least it was hot when Mark got like this, because it made it pleasurable for both of them. Sure there would probably only be one or two rounds instead of the usual way too many, but it was going to be fast and desperate and loud, and that was good enough.

The best part was that Mark let him tear open his shirt and replace all the fading marks with brand new ones, which was more than enough to leave Garrett satisfied.

Honestly, he sometimes wished Mark would fuck him out of frustration more often.

He was pretty sure Mark wished for that too.

"Bend over, I'm not kidding."

Wow. Talk about forwardness.

Garrett almost laughed at how sure Strahm sounded when he'd said that, but didn't even get the chance before he was being forced to bend over Strahm's desk.

"I said," he growled as he leaned down close to Garrett's ear, "bend over."

Garrett almost moaned just from how aggressive Strahm was being. Unfortunately, it seemed like he wasn't going to get to verbally show his arousal at all when part of a belt was shoved in his mouth and tightened enough that it would stay, followed by the feeling of Strahm's tie being used to tie his wrists together behind his back.

Just to fight back a little, he took the chance to wiggle his hips against Strahm, which only earned him a slap to the ass.

God, now he was hoping Strahm would take control like this more often.

It wasn't long before his pants and boxers were being yanked down- though it did take a little longer for Strahm to expose himself, not because of his belt, but probably because of shaky hands.

He didn't even hesitate to enter him, drawing a muffled moan from Garrett. It was only now that he realized Strahm gagged him so he wouldn't have to have him face him to keep him quiet.

Smart move.

The pace Strahm set was fast and harsh- he was probably desperate to get off fast so he wouldn't run the risk of being caught. Not that Garrett minded, it was usually the desperate sessions that were the best.

He knew he was close to coming when a big hand was suddenly gripping his hair, pulling him back with every thrust.

Strahm buried himself as deep as possible when he came, letting out a low, deep groan as he leaned down to press a kiss to the back of Garrett's neck.

"Thanks," he muttered, untying him before pulling out and pulling himself back together, helping Garrett do the same.

"Anytime, baby boy," Garrett purred in reply, pulling Strahm down for a kiss.

Milo was biter, and he warned Shawn of that before they started having sex.

To his credit, Shawn never complained. In fact, he loved the biting. He'd even ask for it if he managed to get a comprehensive sentence out.

Plus, he knew that Milo adored his moans whenever he'd lean down and sink his teeth in. It was usually one of his driving forces when it came to biting.

And then he would admire them when they were done, and just laying in bed. He'd run his hands over the marks, even pressing down slightly on the deeper ones.

"You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up," Milo commented during one of these moments, pressed up against Shawn's side and running his hand over his chest. "Not to say you don't always look good. I just... I love when I see these on you."

Shawn chuckled softly at that save, bringing a hand up to run through Milo's hair. "I think so too. That's why I never try to hide them."

Milo let out a bark of a laugh at that- he was always fond of how Shawn seemed to go out of his way to show off the marks.

"I'm glad you like them. I'd leave them either way."

"I know. That's part of why I like them. Because I'd get them no matter what."

Cute of him to understand that there was no getting out of it.

Alex, apparently, was very fond of the idea of getting pegged.

Atlas of course jumped on the chance, more than happy to top Alex so that he could just lay back and relax.

Originally, he was going to take it slow, but apparently, that wasn't what Alex wanted. And that was how he ended up gripping Alex's hips to keep him steady as he all but pounded into him.

And to think, Lizbeth was only a few rooms over.

“I wonder what your wife would do if she knew what you were doing right now," Atlas growled when the thought crossed his mind, grinning at the idea that he was having this intimate of a moment with Alex, and not his wife.

He didn't like Lizbeth before, and he sure as hell didn't like her after he found out she was married to Alex, and while that wasn't what spurred him on, it certainly contributed.

Honestly, if Lizbeth knew what would happen, she'd probably either yell at Atlas or go crying to his brother.

Sucks for her, he's gonna keep fucking her husband.

It wasn't much longer before both of them came and laid down next to each other, a soft smile reaching Atlas's lips at the sight of Alex all fucked out because of him.

"Ready for your nap, old man?" he joked as he cuddled up to him, getting a soft hum from Alex. "Love you," he whispered, moving to press a kiss to Alex's forehead before getting out of bed.

Alex didn't get the chance to complain before he was out. Atlas took the time to clean up before leaving; he hated leaving Alex after their... meetings, but he knew Alex didn't want Lizbeth finding out.

Maybe one day he'd be able to sleep in the same bed as him.

Benjamin wasn't used to having someone that actually cared about his needs in sex, so he was very much concerned he was going to crush Ethan's head with how hard his thighs were pressing against him.

To his credit, Ethan seemed unbothered, simply placing his hands on Benny's thighs and using them to press his tongue in even further.

He'd been going at it for a while now, having already made Benny come twice, and apparently going for a third and fourth orgasm before letting him go.

A soft hum escaped him when Benny's hand found his hair, tightly gripping the soft strands. After a particularly loud moan, Benny pulled hard on his hair, gasping softly and immediately letting go when he realized what happened.

"Oh my god- I'm so sorry Ethan, I don't know what came over me-" he started trying to apologize, cut off by a squeeze to his thigh. When he looked down, Ethan was grinning at him.

"It's okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I'm between your legs," he purred, gently rubbing his thigh with his thumb.

Benny stared at him for a long moment, before giving a small smile and leaning back again. One of his hands found Ethan's hair again, and he took that as the sign that he could keep going.

He dove right back in with even more fervor than before, now hoping that Benny would pull his hair.

He'd definitely be going down on him more often.

Sometimes, Patrick deserved to dom.

It just sucked when he chose to in the shower.

Jay was in there first, and he'd gotten no warning when Patrick opened the glass door and joined him. He wasn't surprised or bothered by it, only humming when Patrick's hands found his hips.

And now he was pressed against the wall, his hands tangled in Patrick's hair and unable to pull out of the kiss they'd been in for a while now.

Patrick was the one to break it, and Jay knew exactly why when he felt his hard dick against his thigh.

"I want to see those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock," Patrick purred, giving him one last kiss before pushing him onto his knees in front of him.

Jay was tempted to resist, but was fond of giving Patrick head. He sighed softly after a second, placing his hands on his fiance's thighs before deepthroating him right off the bat.

Patrick was usually a quiet man, but Jay revelled in the surprised moan that he got from his forwardness.

He stayed there for a second before he started moving, making it fast enough that there was spit and precum dripping down his chin almost immediately, only to get washed off by the water from the showerhead.

At least with him already going in fast and hard meant Patrick wouldn't be tempted to fuck his face. He got to keep a little bit of his dom status.

He let Patrick come in his throat by holding himself down until he was finished, pulling off with a 'pop'. "Satisfied?"

"For now."

"I know all of your weaknesses, you know," Irvin purred, gently running his hands up and down Jonah's sides, grabbing his waist to still him whenever he squirmed.

Jonah was currently sitting in Irvin's lap, straddling him, with his lover's dick just... in him.

Irvin had been the one to bring up the idea of cockwarming, seemingly fond of the idea of just being able to enjoy the feeling of being inside of Jonah without losing focus.

"You're such a wiggler, I know it's hard for you to keep still," he continued, running a hand over the outline of his dick in Jonah. "I know that I'm not helping." He certainly wasn't.

"But you're being such a good boy for me," he leaned forward to kiss at Jonah's neck and jaw, drawing a soft whimper from his lover. "I won't make you wait much longer, I promise."

Understandably, Jonah didn't believe him, because he'd seen Irvin's patience firsthand. Hell, that patience was how they ended up with their kid. He knew better than to assume he was going to give in just because Jonah was close to breaking.

But, surprisingly, he kept that promise. He picked Jonah up, carried him to the bed, and continued to show that patience of him in a much faster, and much more satisfying way.

Cal loved being on top of Joseph. Watching him squirm, seeing his face when he moaned, scratching his nails down his chest. He was truly the most beautiful when he was under him.

He also loved being able to easily lean forward and sink his teeth into him, and that was something he did often. Joseph never left the bed without a plethora of marks all over him.

Tonight was no different, and even easier because of how Cal was riding him. Hell, he even got some extra scratches for the work he contributed to it.

And now Cal had him sat at the kitchen table as he cleaned up the wounds, smiling every time he winced at the motions.

"You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up," Cal spoke up, making Joseph look up at him.

"Is that so?" he replied with a scoff, before realizing that Cal was serious. "Well... I think so too. I like them. Don't you tell anyone that though!"

Cal laughed at the defensiveness, leaning forward to catch Joseph in a kiss. "I'd never dream of it, baby. I don't want anyone else thinkin' they get to mark you up like I do."

Joseph gave a soft chuckle of his own, grabbing one of Cal's hands to press a kiss to the palm. "Trust me, that'll never happen."

Huh. Cal was gonna hold him to that.