tbh, I just be here

While snowy winters in Mississippi are rare, they aren’t impossible. The snow steadily falling outside means it is cold, and that means that the whole of Clarksdale, Black or White, is locked into their homes. 

Bunked in and bored to death. 

However! Annie has a plan to address the need to keep both busy and warm, with a soft smile on her face she watches her tea kettle tink and clink as the water starts to boil. Annie sways in place as she grinds together the warming spices of ginger and cardamom along, some floral tones of dried rose and jasmine into plain black tea leaves for her custom ‘Nice n’ Warm’ blend. 

She eyes down Smoke’s finely sculpted back; he is clad in just a pair of pajama pants and his under-tank his brown skin striking against the white of the top and silver of his dog tags. The sight prompts Annie to add a few more pinches of dried Hybrid Damiana aka Love Leaf aka a potent aphrodisiac she’s been custom growing for a while. Hell it was this tea blend alone that was the cause of the mini-baby waved in Clarksdale two summers ago. Can’t do nothing but fuck to cure the fever it causes. 

Meanwhile, Smoke watches the harsh flurries of white hit the window pane trying to calculate when would be the best time to run out to the side of the house to get more wood for the fireplace. His brow frowns at the new sight just outside the glass.

“I know that ain’t…. That dumbass!” Smoke scowls as he gets up and hurries out of the room to tug on his sweater and denim coat. Annie frowns herself and looks at the window just to roll her eyes with another exasperated sigh as she sifts the blend into a silk tea bag to plop into the kettle.

 There, trudging through the falling snow in just a trench coat, hat, and scarf with a messenger bag clutched in his ungloved fist, is Stack. Annie giggles at the scolding Smoke was laying into his brother as he hurries over the yard while the younger twin slips ’n’ slides on the ice slick footpath. Annie watches as the two basically collide together trying to stop the other from slipping on the ice which inspires a whole new slew of scolding to leave Smoke’s mouth as they hit the snowy ground anyway. She giggles harder yet reluctantly pulls on a long cardigan over her thin house-dress for modesty-sake.

“And why the hell you out in this?!” Smoke’s voice booms as the two finally make it back to the poach in one piece. Stack hurries to knock the snow off his boots and leaves them just in the doorway first, rolling his eyes at Smoke’s questioning. Stack makes a point to toss his snowy coat onto Smoke, making sure the cold of it hits his brother in the face. 

“I can’t visit my damn brother and sister-in-law anymore?” Stack argues back before yelping as Smoke slaps snow onto the back of his head with a satisfied smirk at the younger’s jumping shiver. Stack flicks him off as he turns into the kitchen to smile brightly at Annie, the last of his shivers starting to melt in the warmth of her house. He pulls her into a half hug that makes her flinch from the cold but still grin.

“Hey Annie-girl!”

“Hey, ‘Lias.”

“Not in a damn ice storm, ya can’t!” Smoke argues as he puts away their coats. Stack waves him off before settling into the chair Smoke was occupying beforehand and starts to rub his hands together to warm them up.

“Well, I was about to die over at my house. So I gotta valid excuse.” Stack says and Annie gives him a bewildered look. 

“What’s wrong? Heater dead?” Annie asks as she sets up two mugs with generous amounts of clove-infused honey into the bottoms before slowly pouring her custom tea.

“Well my dear Annie! It’s pretty simple… I was bored.” Stack explains with a serious expression that cracks into a sly grin as Annie chuckles. 

“Stack…. Git outta my house.” Smoke deadpans and that sends the chuckles into cackles from Annie.

“Wow! My own brother! Wanna cast me out into the cold and frozen streets to suffer! To frost over, fall and shatter into ice! Annie, how'd you meet such a cruel man!” Stack overreacts, moping in performance. Smoke scowls as he takes out the other chair and crosses his glorious arms, now hidden by a sweater.  

“Ah, you’d be a’ight nigga.”

“Elijah, be nice to lil brother.” Annie teases with a kiss to the side of her husband’s head as she settles one of the aphrodisiac mugs in front of him and warms her hand on her own. She then prepares the other kettle with plain water to boil once again. She contemplates making it all chamomile and lavender to knock her brother-in-law out so she could get her nut in, in peace. 

“Yeah! Be nice to lil brother, like the woman said!” Stack places the messenger bag on the table and starts to dig through it. “ An’ for you Annie! I got some new records for ya, hot off the press outta Atlanta” Stack bribes her. Annie oohs while Smoke rolls his eyes and lights his pipe, she pulls out the small circle and eyes the label for a name. The only thing scrawled on the little paper circle of pink is “ Dirty Lucille.”

“So bored? Whatcha tryna do?” Annie asks Stack as she accepts the gift, being a proper host while Smoke takes a big sip of his tea in trying to warm back up. 

“Uhm, I don't know. What was ya’ll ‘bout to get into?”

“Hibernation.” Smokes deadpans, making Stack’s face drop into a matching look of disengagement as he turns his head to look at Annie, a move that says with not a word “this nigga.” Both men give soft smiles as Annie clutches her belly with laughter at the two's antics. She walks around the kitchen table, sipping her mug as she goes back towards the sitting room and further back to the bedroom.

“Give me a second. Let me get my donimos, work some money off the both of ya’. Elijah’s gonna wash the dishes.” Annie taunts with a wink as she leaves. Smoke unabashedly watches the heavy sway of her wide hips and bounce of her ass. So entranced in the look of his wife he didn’t notice Stack’s eyes roaming her over as well. He takes in her upper curves and the glistening skin of her neck that was showcased with her hair pulled up in a puff. 

Stack swallows heavily and rolls his toothpick over his teeth; he then gets up to busy himself so Smoke didn’t catch on to him. Stack snags another mug out the cupboard and hums at the two kettles. He eyes the one that already had the white ribbon of a tea bag hanging out of it and pours some from it along with two big scoops of sugar. He barely lets the cane sugar melt before taking back a big gulp and humming at the strong warming flavors.

Both brothers settle down, Stack rolling a cig to share when Annie comes back in with a cheshire grin and sets the bright blue tin full of dark wood dominos with dots of bold white on the table. She hands the tablet of paper to Stack, who automatically divides it into threes and puts little nicknames on top to signify who's who. Annie slides Smoke the thin domino stand out the box before dumping the little bricks onto the table and her Man starts to mix them with instigating clacks. 

“Now Annie, I love ya! But you just any ole nigga when it comes to dominos. I ain’t gonna be nice and soft like him.” Stack taunts with a point of his thumb to Smoke. Annie scoffs and flicks his forehead.

“You can keep runnin’ that mouth, cause I’m finna run them pockets.”

“My pockets!?”

“Imma start with ten dollars down, unless ya pussy?”

“American green?” Stack asks with a sly grin that turns wild as Annie pulls out a true ten dollar bill from her cleavage and slaps it down where the game is going to be built. Stack is quick to pull out a roll of cash  from his pocket and adds two tens in. 

Smoke smacks his lips then gasps when both brother and wife whip their heads around to him.

“Where’s ya bread bruh?”

“Hell nah, I ain’t sacrificing my green to you damn chickenheads!” Smoke swears as he pulls his seven dominos from the pile. 

“Dem sound like broke nigga words. Dem words all you can afford, Elijah?” Stack says. Smoke rolls his eyes watching Annie take a gulp of her tea and lick the lush of her lips.

“Ain’t broke, my habits keep me from that. Like not letting yo cotton-mouth ass con me.

“Ah, baby! I thought you just played in puss, not that ya was one.” Annie tuts next and Stacks hollers as Smoke gasps at his wife.

“Watcha self woman ‘fore I have ya bent over my knee wit something in ya mouth!”

“ ‘Long as some money on it! Put it in, Mister Moore.” Annie ends with a purr that makes both brothers shiver. Smoke kisses his teeth but takes his denim coat off, making a show of pulling out the roll from the inner pocket then tossing a twenty and ten on the pile. 

Just like that, the game begins. 

For the next 40 minutes nothing but rude taunts, flirty insults, and dominos slams fill the air of the little kitchen that gains so much heat the window fogs. All three mugs of Nice ‘n’ Warm are bone dry empty and sweat rolls down all three’s of their brows. Stack’s eyes damn near cross between looking at his hand of bricks and the glistening of Annie’s tiddies. She’s taken off her cardigan 20 minutes in, uncaring to the sharp side eye her husband gives her in favor of taking money out of his coat pocket. Annie’s plump mounds drag on the table before jostling back in place when she kicks back in her seat. The younger twin licks sweat off his upper lip before shedding off his sweater, leaving him in his undershirt.

“Feeling that heat, Stack? Can’t take it?’

“Oh I got sumthin’ you can take a’ight, Ann. Hard!” Stack bellows slamming down a double five brick and cackling as he adds 20 to his point count. He took the swift kick to his shin by Smoke like a champ, reveling as Annie pants in a frustration that seems to be more than just competition but a madness that was starting to plague him as well.

A tightness in his pelvis only a tiddy fuck or a taste of something pink may remedy. Not being teased by his brother’s wife just sitting there in all her thick and hot body glory. 

Smoke, of course, was worse off. His dick was straight hard, one hand commands his bricks and the other on Annie’s thigh gripping a bruise into the chocolate softness. Everytime she pressed her thighs together for friction he made a point to run his fingers down her panty-covered slit forcing her to open up and Annie forced out another flirt from her sinful mouth to pretend she had some kinda upper hand. 

“Fuck you! ‘Lijah! Play that gotdamn snake eye you got so I can getta twenty piece back!” Annie fusses and Smoke smacks his teeth in time with a swat to the side of her ass. The recoil of it aches his dick to just have Annie sit on his lap and remedy him. The memories of her riding him like she’s was a Kentcky pro on a mustang almost makes say fuck it to the game and fuck off to his brother. 

“I ain’t got shit but dick to give you, Woman!” he hisses out instead as he picks up the double one anyway. Annie’s giggle is twisted.

“Man, then put it on the table!”

 Annie rolls her eyes back and lets out a moan when Smoke teases her slit again and it becomes a bit too much. She presses her hand over her mouth in surprise that it came out of her. Both Smoke and Stack grow still as a cold night. That moan… it means something… it charges the space with pure lust and pushes boundaries. Annie yanks Smoke hand off her by the wrist and Stack swallows to see his twin’s hand glistening with that bit of wetness he’d sneakily been drawing out of her.

Thoughts of symmetry filled the younger twin's mind at that moment. 

Would his hand look the same if baptised by Annie?

Annie lets out a shaky breath, they watch her body bounce as Annie presses her legs together, and straightens up. Annie placed down her third domino with a soft click, it and the crackling of the oven the only sound among them. Stack squints at his dominos, he had two options.

Win the game but lose the sight of Annie. 

Stretch the bets and see where this goes.

Annie’s eyes go wide as Stack abruptly stands. Her jaw drops to see his dick just as hard as Smoke’s, both brother’s velvety girth’s throbbing in showcase through their pants. 

“Let’s put it on the table, Ann.” Stack offers. He barely gets a chance to breath before Smoke snatches him by the collar and nearly hauls him clear across the table. 

“Fuck you say, bruh?”

“You heard me, Annie-girl said put some dick on the table, why would I refuse the lady’s request?”

Annie is between the brothers in a flash. Pressing her back against Smoke to force him to put distance between himself and Stack then Annie lays her hands against Stack’s firm pecks and staggers him back a step.

Yet, she kept her hands on him.

“Elijah. Sinmi.” She commands him, her Man sucks in a breath with a bit of a hiss between the teeth but relents. His hands drift down to her supple waist and grip her flush against him with a grid forwards. The poke of dick-printed fabric against the back of her pussy is sticky with precum and makes Annie swallow down a throaty whimper at the tease. Stack watches her inspect him, his heart pounding at her calculating glances as she undresses him with her eyes. Annie’s hands skim down his front until they rest on his waistband and from there she pops off his buckle. Stack thrust forward a bit so his pants don’t fully fall off then and there.

“Fuck this game.” Annie says. Stack eyes go wide as Smoke’s hands surge up Annie’s body to grasp Annie’s tiddies in two gripping, overspilling handfuls of plump, brown flesh. He bends down and licks a kiss onto Annie’s neck with a glare of possession.

“Yeah, fuck this game. Take yo ass on home, nigga. Annie, take yo ass on to the bedroom before I put cha on this table again.”

Annie shutters for a moment, hands flying up to his ear and tugging down it lightly with her nails.

“You ain’t the one decidin’ the game ‘ere. Ms. Annie is.” Stack stands his ground with a nod. Annie chuckles darkly at that, a throaty sound that damn near vibrates through both siblings. 

“Annie?” Smoke asks into her hair. Annie trails her hand down from Smoke’s head, then back onto his body until it runs lightly over his hardness.

“I do like a quick game….” Annie teases as she clutches him a bit and Smoke curses under his breath. Annie presses forward now, basically dragging Smoke forward as she plays her free hand down Stack’s pants. 

“Ah, shit!” He girts out as Annie gently but firmly grips around the base of his shaft. The rest of Annie fingers palm around the side, on instinct her fingertips glide and tease the vein on the left. Annie hums with intrigue, like she just invented something special or discovered something unknown to the world. 

“Damn. Ya’ll twins all the way down.” She tells them both, a desperate lick around her lips to hold back the need to salivate. As she holds both brothers now, Annie can’t help but feel a deep pressure in her core, a greedy yearning for the girth of both of ‘em to be in her in any way.

“We gonna play a quick game of bones. First person to 50, get to pick how this is goin’ down. Imma even be a little nice.  Ya win a five ya get five. Ya win a ten, ya getta ten. Ya win a 20, ya getta 20.” Annie tells them both. 

“Get 20 of what, Woman?” Smoke asks and Annie smirks. 

“20 seconds to prove something.”

Both brothers stiffen at that. She may as well have told two lions that the bone yard decided whose gonna run priderock. Annie looks at both of them with side eyes and both give matching deep grunting groans as she tightens her grip on their shafts to command attention. To command the reaction she wants.

“Yes ma’am.” They both say, it sends a pulse of pleasure through Annie’s pussy. 

Smoke and Stack sit across from each other now. Smoke’s look of righteous fury and possession against Stack’s looks of sly satisfaction and fascination. Annie eyes them both with determined lust and hunger. She flips their old game over and mixes the dominos with fast hands. Stack scratches the old game, Smoke lights the discarded cigarette and makes a point to blow the cloud straight over the dominos and into Stack’s face. 

“Ladies’ first.” Stack says as soon as Annie finishes the mix. She bites her cheek coyly and picks five. 

“Childen next.” Smoke grumbles. Stack smacks his lips as the second youngest there and takes his five. 

“Poppa’s last.” Annie teases. Stack gives a dry laugh as Smoke smirks through his selection. 

“Big six?” Annie asks. 

No one moves. 

“Double fives?” she asks again. 

Stack grins as he flips it out. 

“Ten.” He says aloud as he writes down the O on the paper. Annie’s shoulder hitch as she tries to hold back a chuckle at the sight of Smoke puffing like a dragon. 

“That’s ten Mississppis. Smoke, count ‘em.” Annie tells them.

Stack stands up, and comes to the side of Annie. She looks up at him with her doe eyes blown wide through lusty lashes and it makes him pause with a deep swallow.

“You need me to turn?” Annie asks him before he can say anything. 

“7 seconds nigga.” Smoke grumbles. 

Stack’ hands are gentle as he cuffs both of her sweat-damp breasts, palming them with increasing firmness, testing the plump flesh. Liftin’ em. Letting them drop so they bounce. Teasing the nipples hard with a roll between his thumbs and pointers.  Annie’s hand goes between her legs to press a thumb on her clit as the stimulation makes her pussy wet, needy to be played with. Stack makes a show of giving her a big wet kiss that is more a clash of teeth then something proper. A taste of the tongue, Stack goes to glance over at Smoke with a prideful smirk but Annie’s smack on the side of his thigh with her free hand turns his attention back to her. 

“Full attention soldier.” Annie commands him. Stack gives a nod, mesmerised by her before he backs off and back to his seat when Smoke barks out the last number to him. Smoke scoff, “Tiddy baby.” he taunts and Annie smacks her lips. 

“Did you forget how you sleep? Play ya hand ‘fo ya piss me off.” Annie strikes. Smoke smacks his lips but plays a throwaway hand, Annie matches it. Stack’s forced to match it, all of them are crossed legged in the pressure. Smoke tosses another hand and Annie strikes with a smirk, linking a three with the two on the opposite side of the layout.

“Five.” Annie announces, watching Stack mark it before she stands. She circles the both of them, eyes scanning for selection on who’s gonna get her little bit of time. Annie dips her head down allowing only a few millimeters of distance, damn near hovering her juicy lips from either of ‘em. Cinnamon laced breath puffing temptation onto either of the brothers’ ears but never delivering.

Smoke lets out another tobacco cloud to billow over his lips as Annie lingers around the back of Stack’s neck. The elder watches with piercing jealousy as Stack inhales Annie’s scent and tips his head back for just a chance of her lips. Annie swerves back with a smirk as she makes her way over to Smoke instead. Annie’s hand cuffs his chin and pitches it up.

“Count ‘em.” Smoke growls as Annie lips damn near eat his down as they kiss. Annie hands rub Smoke’s neck as her man grips her ass and pulls her closer. Stack rolls his lips in as he watches the way Annie’s ass jiggles, the impressions of Smoke’s fingers into that softness, the way she drags her nails down the column of Smoke’s throat. 

“Five!” He grits out and Annie hums. She makes sure to smack loudly as she comes out of the kiss. Swatting Smoke’s hand down. Annie smirks before walking back to her seat.

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. The three of them play. 

“Your play, baby.” Annie reminds him.

Ten seconds - Smoke fingers into Annie for all ten counts until she panting.

Five seconds - Stack has Annie swirl her wet tongue around his tip.

Twenty seconds - Annie has Stack sucking her toes while she bites and sucks bruises into Smoke’s neck. 

Ten seconds - Stack leaves hickeys upon Annie left breast and damn near a bruise with his grip on her right. All while she grinds down deliciously on his lap.

Back and forth. Back and forth. Teases and preludes to something truly sinful. 

“Fifty!” Annie shouts as she slams down a double two that leaves her with the last ten points to win on the table. 

Both men practically sit at attention with anticipation for just what she could have in store for them. Annie leans forward, crossing her arms and leaning on one of her hands as she looks the two of them over.

Annie eyes Stack’s mouth as her hand drifts over to Smoke’s thigh. The many tales Mary shared to Annie about Stack’s gift for eating it come to mind. While Smoke wasn’t a chump of an eater, his skills were better used for drilling into her and tossing her around then just praying to pussy. She liked to make Smoke twitch, the back and forth of control was critical to her.

“Elias?” Annie asks after another minute, eyes low as her voice becomes sultry. She starts to palm and tease Smoke’s dick with her hand while commanding him. Stack hums, spitting his toothpick to the side at the sight of Annie jabbing a finger down. 

“You gonna defend your reputation?” She asks him.

With a shark-like grin, Stack sinks down off his chair, crawls under the table and pulls her legs apart.  Smoke blink harshly, flinching at Annie’s talented hand and the bump of her thigh now against his. He watches her gasp, head thrown back as Stack wretches her panties to the side and digs his nose straight in to get a smell of her pussy. That sensitivity Smoke has been building up all night putting her on edge. Annie places one hand on the back of Stack’s head, fucking up his waves as her fingertips push through the tamed curls. Her other beacons Smoke with a single curl of her pointer finger. 

“Stand.” Annie pants before moaning and trying to buck forward in her chair as Stack starts licking into her. Stack’s arms snake around her hips, pulling a leg over his shoulder to lock her in place so he can drill his tongue in deeper. His mustache scratches against the soft skin of her inner thighs making lightning crawl all over her down there when his lips peck her pearl.

Smoke does as instructed, standing up as he frees dick from his pants, letting it bob out, hard and veiny as it taps against the side of Annie’s jaw. Smoke girts his teeth as Annie turns her head towards him and starts to lick up the side of his shaft. Smoke shakes his head with a hiss as she swirls the tip, his hand cuffing the back of her head.

“All this craziness you talked, a ‘course you want somethin’ down ya throat for it.” Smoke scolds her. Annie hums, a smile in her eyes as she gazes up at him. Annie hollows out her cheeks, and slowly bobs down him, small chokes as his dick jumps in her mouth. She slides back off of him just as slowly, ending with a wet plop and whining moan. She clutches over Stack's head while he teases the pearl of her pussy properly with his tongue until her back arches as she squirts down the mouth muscle.

“You…fuc… you gonna shut me up?” She asks Smoke though broken moans.

Smoke is swift to swing his leg over so he straddles her in a stand and slips dick down her throat. 

Both moan aloud at the movement, Annie’s free hand claws at his hip and up his torso as Smoke start to fuck her face with a swift and damn near rough pace. His nails tangle into curls at the nape of her neck while he guides her head. Smoke swears at the sloppy noises the keen fromAnnie as she loses rhythm and bucks further onto Stack’s tongue. Her legs shake and threaten to damn near locking him in as she comes closer to orgasm. Stack hikes her leg up higher upon his shoulder and adds his thumb into her as well. 

Smoke gets tight as Annie uncontrollably hums her moan of pleasure out onto his shaft. Smoke wipes the tears off her cheek.

“Yeah, get the nut outta her bruh. I’m tryna see her cry on my shit.” Smoke growls. Smoke deepens his pace and Annie wraps both arms around his waist, nails digging into his lower back as he fuck her mouth. 

Annie cums apart as Stack spells his name inside her, pussy flowing down her chin to dribble onto his chest. He keeps lapping it up as Annie shivers and her knee presses onto the side of his face.  Smoke comes with a swearing shout. Annie whimpers with leaky tears as she swallows it in the midst of her own sex high. 

Stack takes a prize and crawls out from under the table, the front of him wet with Annie. He’s just in time to look up and see Smoke step out from in front of her. He takes in her heaving chest, blows out eyes, curls coming loose as she gasps with sticky lips. 

“You tryna see if we taste the same too, Annie-girl? I promise I’m sweeter.” Stack flirts as he whirls her panties around on his finger. He then balls it up and starts to wipe off his beard, his dick jumps at the fucked out look on Annie’s face. Annie stands, a stagger in her step for a moment that Smoke corrects. She pats his arm with gratitude before gesturing to him to sit back down himself. Smoke obliges, sitting with a heavy sigh as he watches her walk to the doorway, she looks over her shoulder and starts to roll down the straps off her nightgown..

“Fuck.”

“Lord, Ann!”

Annie giggles as the crumbled fabric falls to her feet and she stands naked before them both.

“Round twos in the bedroom boys, I gotta lay down. First one there is first one in.” 

Both brothers scramble in chase of her. 

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Smoke was glad he wasn't the only one around to comment; Sammie was also there, just sitting on the love chair with his legs crossed while texting on his phone. He wore a yellow hoodie with jeans, and his foot shook gently in his sneakers. One AirPod was in his ear for him to listen to music. He looked up at his older cousins in amusement, a small smile on his face as he tuned into the conversation.

“You said it right, Stack.” His low voice was gentle and reassuring. “Laissez les bon temps rouler.” He repeated. 

As the eccentric man grinned, his gold grills shone, “Well, look at us, Sammie, you think we can get some New Orleans baddies with that line?”

“Why would you want a ‘New Orleans baddie’?” Sammie used quotations with one hand. 

“Damn fool… It's not even sexy.” Smoke muttered.

“Aren’t you tryna get stuff right with Mary?” The youngest of the three asked, lacking the confidence to glare at Stack as Smoke had started to. 

Smoke stood up from the couch. He walked towards the TV and grabbed his cart out of his sweatpants, took a hit of it, and then put it back. He let it flow out of his nose as he coughed softly. “Is she still coming on the trip?” He asked. 

A loud groan full of exhaustion echoed through the room. Stack was the cause of it as he had his hands covering his face. He was animated; he couldn't help what others would see as a dramatic display. “She ain't text me or call me yesterday, I think I fucked up y’all…” he groaned again before standing next to Smoke and yanking the vape out of his pocket and taking a hit. 

Smoke softened up as he saw him truly discouraged, “She still coming on the trip though? This is for Annie; she put a lot of time into this.” His twin nodded, and he just sighed. “Maybe y'all can use this as a chance to get things straight. She can realize you ain't mean what you said.” He took the cart back from Stack as he could feel the mellowness from him. It caused his own usual sour mood to worsen. 

Sammie looked uncomfortable too when Stack took a while to say anything, he filled the unusual silence with a question of his own. “...What even happened again?” His voice was a hesitant whisper, hoping not to open the wound further in the room. He was glad to see Stack at least sit up and take a breath to speak. 

“She saw me kissing some girl-”

“Kissing a girl?”

“Let me finish, Sammie,” He said while putting his hands in front of himself, “I didn't mean for it to happen! She just pounced on me, but Mary holds everything in mind. She is like a goddamn folder drawer of all of my wrong doings, she brought back when I cheated on my ex in highschool! Before I even dated her! Can you believe it?” he ranted, reaching for the cart in Smoke’s hand, but he couldn't grab it since it was already in the other's mouth. He scoffed and then just crossed his arms. “As if high school me and now are even remotely the same.”

Elijah blew the smoke away from Annie’s couch; he didn't want any of it on it. It smelled too much like her to ruin like that. “Truthfully, you ain't changed too much.” That earned him a glare that he easily ignored. “You told her what happened?” He asked while stuffing the vape in his brother's hand. 

“I did, but she said she needed time to process it,” Stack grumbled.

“And you're upset that she didn't text you yet? She specified that she needed time, you gotta try and relax, cuz.” Sammie said, Stack reached his arm out to wave the cart in his face. He pushed it away and shook his head, “No, I can't be high right now, I'm seeing Pearline later.” 

“The fuck that's supposed to mean?” Smoke asked, usually stuff didn't fly out of his mouth but it was rare for Sammie to say no to a hit. He wasn't annoyed by it but genuinely surprised. He made him wait ‘til he was 18 to even have some from him at all, even though he knew he snuck around on his own. “Pearline don’t like it?” 

“No man, it ain't like that, I just wanna be sober tonight,” Sammie said shyly, and Stack’s mouth hung open in shock when he understood what he meant.  

“Oh shit!” Stack adjusted the cap on his head as he exclaimed, before rushing over to him and shaking his cousin by the shoulders. “You getting some!”

Sammie swatted his hands away, “Maybe, I just gotta stay sharp-” he paused when the door opened, everyone looked at the hinge, softly squeaking, and the keys jiggling out of the lock.

The world stopped for Annie’s entry; she was holding a brown paper bag. Surprisingly, only one, and she wore a short bright blue dress with black heels. She took a whiff of the air and hummed before locking the door behind her. “Hey y’all!” She said before walking towards her kitchen and going to the table. 

She received greetings upon her return, but Elijah made his way behind her in a flash. He ignored the snickering from Elias. As he crossed into the kitchen and watched her unpack the stuff from her errand. She was holding lavender oil, and her hand lingered right near her chest. He couldn't help but stare at them both before his eyes went up to her face. She looked up just as he did.

“You ain't gotta stare at me like that, Elijah, you see me like this all the time,” Annie mumbled, already knowing what he was going to comment on.

“Stare like what?” He huffed, looking her up and down. Already feeling caught for doing something wrong, she always managed to do that to him.

“Me in a dress, god forbid I feel comfortable.” She said lightly, knowing he didn't ever see it that way, but he had an underlying issue with letting her show off her thick curves. He sputtered at her words, quick to deny it. 

“No boo, that ain’t it.” He grunted, “You look good.” He put his hands on her hips. “Too good.”

“Here we go, Elijah, you are gonna have to work on this. I'm preparing for a whole parade, they invited me!” She intertwined her fingers with his, grabbed the cart, and then pushed his hands off of her. She gave him a small smile before taking a hit as she marched out of the kitchen. Smoke used that as a chance to watch her sway from the back and also recollect his emotions. 

Mardi Gras was important to Annie, and he agreed to go because she finally found time to plan for the extravagant event. She had invited him, Stack, Mary, Sammie, and Pearline. Her Mississippian family, as she puts it. And he was open to seeing where she grew up; he loved every aspect of her. From her looks to the way she held her head, right. 

Ever since he laid his eyes on her in their general English class freshman year in college, he knew she was the one. 

As time went on, it was further set in stone, they balanced each other out perfectly. But despite that, they still faced problems; they were both jealous people. Elijah showed it with ease when it came to how people looked at her; he couldn't take it. Especially, when she shared the times she was sometimes ridiculed in her youth. But then, all of a sudden, others would act like she wasn't in a relationship when she was showing some skin. 

It pissed him off. But in New Orleans, they were meant to be flashy, and he knew the people were going to be fawning over her. He took a deep breath and rubbed his temples, and slightly paced the kitchen before walking out to the living room. He saw that Annie was looking through her phone and addressing Sammie and Stack.

“Okay, so y'all checked off your packing lists?” Annie asked the group, her tone stern.  

It was a couple of days before they got ready to hit the road. However, since she was from there and familiar with the chaotic next couple of weeks, she had to make sure everyone was prepared. She had been planning for this trip since last year, the only way they'd get the best hotel rooms and plan out their days accordingly. She couldn't afford to do anything last minute.

The room bustled with conversation and questions about the trip. 

A few days passed in what seemed like a split second.

Stack and Mary made up just as quickly as they always did, which threw a lot of stress out the window. Yet that meant they had to be put in line every waking moment.

“But Annie, I wanna try some beignets or that gumbo stuff they got down here!” Stack yelled, even though he was walking right behind her, he had Mary close to his hip. They were the light of the party, but they were naturally always up for adventure. Opposed to how Annie and Smoke were, ones to stick to the plan.

“No, we gotta check in first, I got us rooms.” She said firmly, and Smoke nodded along as he rolled two suitcases. Annie had only her purse and phone to read over their hotel details while they moved closer towards it on foot. She made sure everything was close to her body.

“You better listen to her, Stack, we in a new place.” Smoke grumbled, not tolerating any disagreement from him. 

“Oh, come on, it's still early! We are right near one too, according to Google anyway…” Mary tried to convince, and she reached the phone out towards Annie from behind. 

“Mary, keep that phone close,” She pushed the phone towards the lighter woman, “Best practice now before we go to a parade. And when the time comes, I'll take y'all to the best places for such things, okay?” 

Mary sighed and just decided to put her phone away. There was a short period of silence as they approached the hotel before Stack ruined it.

“I'm so hungry…” He complained, he gripped the suitcases he had as if they were keeping him upright.

The eldest twin’s eye twitched, “Boy shut your ass up, the hotel is right fucking there, get a snack there!”

“I'm so hungry I could eat a beig-”

“Utter that shit and imma make sure you eat one right up your ass.” Elijah glared back at his brother, and he only earned a devious chuckle. Great, he was doing this on purpose, and he was just getting on his nerves at this point. Falling right into his younger brother's trap as always.

“This trip is gonna be a hoot…” Pearline muttered at Sammie, the two of them were close behind, watching the interactions. The preacher's son couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle.

“Sure is,” Sammie confirmed.

Annie led them inside and went to the desk, checked them in, she motioned for everyone to follow her. It felt like a school trip; she even walked backwards and made sure all of them were paying attention before turning back to make it to the elevator. 

“We are all on floor 3. Sammie and Pearline, y'all get room 2, Stack and Mary, y'all get room 5, and Smoke and I get room 9. Get comfortable, but in 2 hours we gotta go shopping. Prepare for the events starting tomorrow. I suggest a nap.”  She announced as they handed each of them their key cards.

“Yes, ma’am.” Everyone said in unison. 

They all split their respective ways. Annie was the one with the key card for her and Smoke’s room. She opened it and was in complete awe at the space. It had simple colors like white for the carpet, beige walls, and the furniture was set to match. She went straight to the tan couch and felt the material, “Oh nice… this is better than mine.” She muttered. 

Elijah didn't agree with that, but he didn't see anything wrong with the hotel either. “You bugging.” 

And that was all he said before closing the door; he swiftly locked it and continued to tow the suitcases. He glanced at the kitchen, he walked further towards the bedroom, and he squinted at the dressers and the bed as he put their suitcases against the wall. 

The sun was blazing even through the curtains, so he decided to just go ahead and open them and look at the bustling city underneath them. He heard his girl walk in, and she stood right beside him, taking in the sight herself. 

“How are you feeling, baby?” She cooed before kissing him on the cheek while she let her hand rub along his back, she could feel some slight nerves, but didn't wanna assume why.

He let out a deep breath, leaning into her side from the touch. The initial stress of making it to her city left him. “Fine.” He muttered. 

He had been to major cities before, but NOLA held more pressure for him. This was her hometown, her family and friends from before she went to college were much closer. She spent so much money and effort to even plan the trip, and was going to keep doing so until they left. He only wanted to do good by her, not mess anything up, and keep everyone in check.

She knew that he felt obligated to make sure her trip went well. She needed him to relax, let some of the pressure fall on her shoulders as well. “You all tense, baby.” She put both of her hands on his shoulders and gave him a slight massage. He let out a soft grunt in reply. “Let's take a nap, hm?” 

He couldn't sleep that easily with so much going on around him, and he looked over warily. When he looked at her brown eyes, they managed to dim the harsh sun that was beating down. His own heart felt heavy in his chest; he would do anything for her. He grabbed her hips and backed her up into the bed. he leaned forward and pulled her into a kiss as he pinned her against it. She groaned and gripped his shoulders tightly. 

He gave her a chance to breathe and reached down to lift her onto the bed by her thighs. She let her back fall on the comforter, “Elijah!” She giggled, the sound making his body match the heat of the sun. 

“You so cute.” He muttered, before letting her go and going to the window and shutting the curtain. 

She always adored how transparent he was with her; she bit her lip as he now towered over her at the side of the bed.

“Not used to a nigga calling me cute.” She said with a big smile on her face.

He took off his pants, then his shirt, he slipped into the bed beside her. His hands grazed along her t-shirt and pants, soon just resting on her hips.

“I ain't just a nigga.” He spoke into her ear.

He started to lightly kiss her neck and pull her closer. He noted how she became more limp against him, and her breathing slowed down; she was on the edge of sleep. 

“Mhm…” She agreed as she closed her eyes. “You my nigga, all mine.’

“All yours.” He said in a heartbeat. 

She fell asleep soon after, and despite his fight to stay awake and keep an eye on her, he passed out himself.

Steven’s lips come to the inside of your thigh, pressing gentle kisses meant to soothe, but the sandpaper brush of his stubble makes everything inside you that more wound up, your nerves raw like everything is going to splinter. 

“You taste so fuckin’ good,” he murmurs, and the soft caress of his breath is searing against your skin, wreaking havoc on you. The low rumbling of his voice, so uncharacteristic of him, is dipped in hunger and greed, and it skitters up and down your spine until it's difficult to breathe. It's a perfect counterpoint to his surprisingly skilled mouth and fingers on you, to the heat spreading under your skin and building to an explosive pitch between your legs. 

“Want you to come all over my mouth, yeah?” he says, with none of his trademark shyness, before he dives back in, tongue laving at your slick folds.

You can’t help but give him what he wants.

You come, your cunt clenches down, spasming around the thick girth of his fingers where he has you stretched open. Everything else disappears for a moment, your body weightless with pure unadulterated bliss. You are so disorientated that you are almost certain you are floating in zero gravity. You can’t even hear your heartbeat anymore. Can’t feel it thump against the cage of your chest. For all you know it might have stopped entirely. All you’re capable of feeling is an abstract tingling sensation that buzzes pleasantly in your veins.

Then you hear his voice, soft and adoring, from somewhere above. His fingers slip out of you, and you whine--even overwrought as you are, you feel empty at the loss.

There’s a gentle palm with soft-worn calluses stroking down the side of your ribs. Comforting kisses press your thighs, as he murmurs quiet praises about how good you are for him and how pretty you look like this.

You can’t help but snort a laugh at that last bit, not sure what he’s on about because you’re sure you look anything but right now. Your hair is soaked with sweat and clinging to your temple; your face, sticky and clammy. You’re certain you must look a complete mess as you lie here in a shambled heap on your bed. Your vision is so blurred you can barely see the white of your ceiling, but you're still able to make out the man above you, gazing down at you like you’ve hung the moon in the sky.

“Think you can give me another one, love? Jus' one more, yeah?”

Fucking hell. This man…  

He doesn’t even give you a moment to gather yourself. You barely have a chance to nod before the saliva-slicked thumb gently presses down on your clit again. For all his sweet cooing and gentle touch and care, he is always merciless in his pursuit to make you come like there’s a prize for him at the end of it. 

"Fucking finally," he huffs under his breath, and if you weren't so completely out of it, you'd tell him it's his own fault for dragging that last orgasm out so long.

As cliche as it sounds, you’re so blissed out of your mind you can’t tell anymore, where the pleasure begins and ends. All you feel is clever fingers already curling inside you again; a greedy hand cupping your breast; a hungry mouth nipping at the hollow of your throat. He’s everywhere, and you spread your legs wider, open yourself up, so he can have every single inch of you. 

The bed shifts, and you blink rapidly, trying to clear the watery edges of your vision. After a moment, your eyes finally refocus on the man in front of you. 

He’s kneeling above you, cock in hand, as he gives it a slow lazy stroke that makes your mouth water. A slick sheen of sweat graces the muscular line of his shoulder, bathed in amber gold of your bedroom light.

“You alright, baby? Want me to keep going?” The look in his eyes is as gentle as ever he checks in on you to make sure you’re okay. Makes you feel precious and cared for. 

The only thing you can do is nod.

“You say stop if it gets to be too much,”  he rasps out as lines himself up against you. 

The first thrust is deep and consuming, and you cry out as the perfect stretch of him has white sparks burning behind your eyelids. You’re so worked up, everything makes a little bit less sense; mind almost a little bit numb. You can barely think straight and you think to yourself ironically, this is probably why they call it being cockdumb. 

And it's not being made better by the way that he’s running his fucking mouth. 

"So fucking perfect,” he murmurs into your ear, rasped and breathless as he nips on your ear. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock. So wet and warm. Fuck, you're so tight right now. Always so tight after you come for us."

He stays there, buried inside you to the hilt to allow you some reprieve and to accommodate around him. You can feel his eagerness to move in the way his cock twitches excitedly inside of you. Can tell he’s resisting that very urge when he grips the bedsheets tightly with his fingers until they go bone-knuckled. It strikes heat and pleasure all at once into the pit of your stomach. It’s so good; too much; and it teethers on the edge of the overwhelming. 

A warm hand comes to cup your cheeks. He’s consoling you, brushing away the hair in your eyes, and the touch of it grounds you. “Does that feel good, baby?” 

His eyes are ridiculously gorgeous, deep and rich, you find yourself easily lost in him. All you can see is his sweet half-smile, one corner of his mouth curling upward just for you. All you want to do in your overwrought state of mind is to please him, to praise him on how good he always makes you feel, so you do. 

"So good. Feel so full. No one fucks me like you do, Steven."

He stills. 

From above, you see it, the moment his expression changes. Gone is the indulgent softness. The curl of his full lips turned into a scowl. Those deep rich eyes bleed into sternness fixed with a dark glower. You realise a bit too late that Marc is the one inside you now, not sweet Steven. 

You try to think back. When did his voice change? His accent? His eyes are narrowed instead of wide adoring affection. Everything about his body language is different, must have changed before this, and how stupid is it that you didn’t notice until now? As much as you hate to admit it, you're just a little bit out of it; a little bit come dumb from how the two of them have made you come again and again. 

The next thing you register is the emptiness inside you as he slips almost entirely out of you; until only the blunt tip rests inside you. There’s a look in his eyes, a flash of something determined and almost dangerous, as he adjusts his hips against you. 

There’s no warning as he thrusts all the way back inside, in one long and slick stroke back inside you. Deep and hard. It strikes something absolutely fucking devastating in you until it steals away your breath and makes you cry out. 

“Fuckohfuck, Marc!” 

“That's right, baby.” He leans over with his lips to your ear, voice low and dark and demanding as he rolls his hips, and then grinds deep within you. “Say it again. Who fucks you like this?”

Everything’s sharp and bright inside you; the rush of pleasure that comes with every thrust mind-numbing. You don’t know how Marc expects you to give him an answer; can’t even stutter out the ‘you’ that’s right on the tip of your tongue. Instead all that comes out is a pitiful sob. 

"No? Still not good enough for you?” Marc demands. 

You thought at first, with what little brain power was available to you, that he was jealous, and maybe there’s some of that in there too, but there’s something else. Something almost teasing that makes you think he’s not even all that upset about your mistake. The bastard that he is, he just wants to capitalise on the opportunity to push you to your limit. 

“Our girl is so greedy, isn’t she?” he continues mercilessly, ”Always wanting more. How about—" two hands come to rest on the inside of your thighs, lifting you off the mattress until your legs are hooked over his shoulders as he presses the delicious weight of his body on top of yours, folding you nearly in half. "How about this?"

His voice is pure savage glee, a kid that gets to play and pull apart his toy in whatever manner he wants. Your fingers twist into the sheets, trying to grab on tight because it feels like you are falling off the edge of the very world. Then Marc rolls his hips into you at the devastating new angle and it knocks the breath out of your lungs, tipping you past that very edge. 

It doesn't matter that you're ready to repent. Doesn’t matter that you’re trying to moan your explanation in between insistent, merciless strokes. "That's not— fuck, ooooh shit, Marc, I didn’t mean—"

That man is not letting up, and with how hard you came just mere minutes ago, he's already got you so keyed up that you can feel that all familiar pressure and heat settle against the line of your spine with an alarming speed. 

There’s a brief hesitation in his rhythm, like his concentration was broken for a moment, and you catch him glancing at the mirror. You wonder if Steven's there telling Marc to stop. Steven’s always looking out for you; would do anything for you, and that includes taking care of you in bed. But when you turn your head sideways, the mirror shows you the same perfect reflection of reality it always does. 

If Steven's there, you can't see him. Instead, all you can see is the image of yourself being split open by Marc. How Marc towers over you, with his lean stature. The firm muscles on his back sloping down to the generous curves of his ass like he was a carved marble statue meant to depict the ancient Greek deities themselves. Those thick raven curls furl with heat and sweat against his forehead. He’s so fucking beautiful it’s unfair. 

“You looking for Steven to save you?” Firm fingers grip the edge of your jaw, forcing your gaze back towards Marc. “Well too fucking bad. Steven’s not here. You’re stuck with me.”

Alright, nevermind. Definitely jealous then.

Marc’s next thrust drives a strange squeaking noise from your lungs, and you’d probably be embarrassed if you weren't so far gone. 

"What was that,—” Marc taunts, huffing out a dark laugh between thrusts, “—did you want me—to stop?"

His voice is unbearably smug, and you almost want to tell him to stop just on principle, but fuck that. You don’t want him to stop. Even though it's so fucking much that it borders on the unbearable. You shake your head frantically. You never want him to stop. “That’s what I… thought,” Marc grits out, thrusting hard on the last word.  

He’s driving up against something perfect and molten inside of you, and heat rises up in you like a tide, seething under your skin. You think you might actually be going to come again, but the sensation is immense, nearly unbearable, and you clutch at Marc, whimpering as it threatens to swamp your already overwhelmed and overstimulated system. 

“It’s alright. You’re alright, baby,” he rasps out, not even slowing down. “You can take it, can’t you? Take it for me like a good girl.” Then he tilts your hips up even farther, and that’s it. You’re done. 

Fierce, electric heat explodes outwards, crackling rapturously through your limbs, submerging you entirely until you lose track of reality for a minute. 

When you come back to yourself, Marc is still thrusting into you. The rhythm of it is soothing, drawing out your pleasure in a way you’ve never known before, like you've hit a plateau rather than travelling up and down a mountain. Distantly you note that everything is a slick mess. That you are soaking Marc’s cock with how wet your cunt is for him. You can feel it leaking out of you with every press and retreat of him inside you, dripping down over the curve of your ass onto the bed sheets.

Then, out of nowhere, Marc does stop.  

The sound you make is damn near inhuman. Fuck, why?? Why is he stopping when all you need is more of him? 

Your eyes flutter open to see Marc staring at the mirror, his full attention focused on his reflection. On Steven. 

You don’t know what Steven is saying to him, but whatever it is, has Marc chuckling. 

He turns away from the mirror with a toothy grin full of mischief, and he leans back down towards you, pressing his mouth close so he can whisper in your ear like it's a secret; like Steven can't always hear him no matter how quiet he's being.

“He wants me to fuck you harder. Stretch you all the way open on our cock. Make you come again.”

You have no way of knowing if that’s true or if Marc is just saying that to get a rise out of Steven. You can’t exactly hear Steven’s end of the conversation. But it doesn’t matter, because Marc’s doing it. 

You don’t know if you want to escape the sensation or demand more of it. But you can’t do either. In fact, you seem to have lost control of your body completely. All you can do is shudder and whine under him as Marc follows Steven’s alleged request and pushes himself hard and deep inside of you—oh God, just like that—again and again. 

The pleasure twines and spreads slowly though your heavy limbs until you're completely drunk on the sensation of Marc's cock driving into you. He’s reduced you to a heap of bones, flesh and skin without any sentient thought left in your brain. Until you have lost all other sensation to the point where you almost miss the way that Marc is murmuring a string of filth into your ear. 

“That’s right, baby. You’re not done yet.” 

You can’t look away from him, the way that sweat is dripping down his collarbone, the mesmerising rise and fall of his chest as his breath is rasping in and out of his lungs. 

“Gimme one more,” he says. “You come on my cock one more time, then I’ll fill you up. Make a mess of you, and Steven can clean you up with his tongue.” 

This man is the devil. 

You don’t know what that makes you when you’re so aroused by the picture he’s painting for you. 

You’re exhausted. Every inch of you feels tender. You have been strummed and plucked and pushed over the edge again and again until all of you has become one single raw overwrought nerve. At this point you’re not even sure you’re physically capable of coming again. But still, white heat sparks and cracks and invades your numb limbs until you’re thrumming with it.

He's rutting into you, hips in an uneven jerking place, grinding as if he needs to get deeper, as deep inside you as he can to stake his claim and never leave. And fuck, you wish he could. You want him to fuck you like this forever and never stop.  

Your cunt flutters around the thick girth of him involuntarily, and it does something to Marc too. He gasps and swears, hips stuttering forward into you, and it's almost enough.... almost... almost...

"Marc..." your voice breathy, pleading, barely recognizable to your own ears.

"Fuck," Marc huffs out. His hips stutter in its pace. If you didn’t know any better, from the way he closes his eyes for a brief moment, as if to gather himself, you’d think his trademark control is slipping. But then he seems to rally himself and pulls back, almost all the way out.

You clutch at him. If he stops now, if he dares to deny you, you swear to god, you will actually kill this man, or failing that, die on the spot in protest. Your fingers digging into the firm meat of his shoulders, sobbing his name. You need—more, need everything, need him, need to— 

“Shh,” he hushes you with a soothing coo, comforting fingers brushing back the sweat-slicked hair clinging to your forehead. “I'm right here, baby. Let go, I've got you.”

His tone doesn’t match his actions. Marc thrusts back in, driving so deep you can fucking taste it, and you dimly realize that you're screaming as the pleasure streaks outward, tearing your world apart.

It’s a flickering light that is dimming and finally dies out from the surge of electricity. Your brain completely loses all higher functions and all that is left is the rush of heat that spreads all over you. It pours and pours until you’re lightheaded and the whole room spins with it. Everything feels blissfully tight; too much and just enough. Then you come.

When you open your eyes, you see those gorgeous dark eyes rolling back, baring the long line of his throat and it’s a beautiful fucking sight. The sharp edge of his jaw, pink pouty lips all shiny and slick from you. You swear those thick sweat soaked curls glisten in the dim light. He’s so ridiculously gorgeous, you can hardly believe he is real. 

Marc isn’t far behind you. His cock pulses, spilling warm heat inside of you with a strained moan. Every muscle in him goes rigid against you. 

Then Marc collapses onto you, arms wrapped all around you as he lands on top of you on the bed, his firm weight resting on top of you. Both of you are a boneless and sweaty tangled heap against the mattress. His firm chest is pressed against you, so close the beat of his heart is hammering against your skin. 

In the silence of your bedroom, your harsh, panting breaths echo as if you just finished the most harrowing marathon of your lives. There’s a gentle hand stroking the plane of your back. It’s so gentle, the touch of it so adoring that you’re not sure if it’s Marc or Steven, but you don’t think it matters much at all.  

As you come down, your senses slowly flicker awake. You can feel the soft gentle comfort of a reassuring touch running along your thighs. A warm hand petting you over the wideness of your hip bones, soft stroking caresses to coax you back down from your high. 

Eventually, your breaths slow, and he pushes himself up, and away from your chest with shaky arms, until you can see his soft gorgeous face that is practically glowing as he smiles down at you. Utterly boyish, utterly charming. 

Steven, you realise. Steven’s back…

“You alright there, love? Was Marc too rough?” His thick brows knit together in worry. An expression of guilt bleeding into his handsome face. 

In your exhaustion, you find yourself still breathless as you try to answer him, “Yeah. No, I’m alright,” you pause, and lower your voice, feeling suddenly, inexplicably shy. “I… I liked it."

At your response, that worried expression breaks out into a beaming grin that makes your heart leap and skip several beats with unadulterated fondness. 

“Good. That’s good, yeah.” 

Steven is a fucking sight onto himself. Your eyes trail downwards, from his chest, that’s glistening with sweat down to his torso and— bloody fucking hell. Your eyes widen at the sight. You don’t even know how, but Steven’s already hard again or maybe he just never went down for the count at all. His other hand is fisting his cock, a slick mess of white lines of cum that’s dripping down the aching length of him as it twitches and jumps with undeterred eagerness. 

“Then, um…. Sorry to ask, but do you think…” It’s Steven’s turn to look down bashfully, then back up at you. His cheeks are flushed with a deep pink; hair, a tousled mess with a pleading expression in his eyes, that you cannot possibly turn down.

“Do you think we could go again? …please?”

Dear fucking God, these men. Steven may be all sweet and polite about it, but deep down he’s just as greedy and demanding as Marc. Maybe worse. 

You’re not sure how you’re going to survive these two, but you’re going to enjoy the ride. 

Dedication and Credits:

@krissology for chasing her dreams with such boundless courage and gumption, I'm forever proud to have a friend like her who is so absolutely fucking fierce and fearless. She's one of the most talented writers I've come across and she is publishing her debut novel Forget Me Now, available for pre-order here. Go support this brilliant human being, you won't regret it.

@thirstworldproblemss to my most beloved and brilliant co-writer, who stays up with me all night and all day to prawn like no one has prawn ever before. I never have more fun than when I am in a google doc with you, screaming about the beauty of this man and writing out the exact same suggestions to each other at the same time.