Marcus has two completely separate accounts, one for completely family safe sedate book and poetry opinions, like a Goodreads style reading log with very mild opinions. The other one is full of unhinged theater fandom takes and gifs of pretty twinks getting railed.
Pre-annexation Kal's is all very sedate landscapes and arty still life photos, same of his paintings in progress. Maybe also a very secret side account solely for liking other people's travel photos. Post-annexation pre- getting back with Marcus it's wall to wall thirst trap photos of himself, more ambitious works in progress, and liking cat photos. Post- back with Marcus it's cat photos and Marcus looking very cozy and domestic with some wips.
Eubelia's and Calla's are social justice issues of the day, often on the same side but with wildly different vibes. Teunis has some of that but also his own unhinged theater fandom takes and talking positively with Marcus' secret theater fandom account about fic.
Cyril's is a pinterest full of positive affirmations, cute baby outfits, embroidery patterns, and crafts he's looking forward to doing when baby is a toddler.
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When Eubelia got pregnant, Cyril got roped into going stationary shopping with his father in law to buy the fancy engraved pregnancy and birth announcement set, and then also roped into writing and addressing all the pregnancy announcements to all these people he'd never even met. This was A. torture for Cyril specifically because he's still struggling to read and write and B. a completely foreign concept for him because won't people know when Eubelia shows up to the wedding pregnant?? And then later shows up with a baby???? There's no taboo about sex between the engagement and the actual wedding but Cyril did feel really embarrassed that they were basically advertising that they had sex before marriage.
In the situation where Marcus and Kal have an mpreg or adopted baby, Marcus picks the most OTT expensive baby announcements possible and Cyril has way more opinions about it than he thought he would.
Eubelia twisted fingers in Cyril's hair as she finished, too hard, she thought far away, but he never complained and she was too far gone with his tongue in her cunt to be particularly polite about it just then. It was a wonder he could even breathe, her knees hooked behind his neck and her thighs shuddering convulsively as he stroked light fingers up the backs of her thighs.
“Was that satisfactory, madam?” Cyril asked after, kissing up her thighs and gravid belly with his face still slick. With barely over a month to go until the baby she could hardly see her own feet but she liked the feel of Cyril's lips brushing the sore underside of her belly.
“Stop,” Eubelia laughed, pulling him up higher so she could slap his chest. She could feel his smile as he kissed her swollen breasts carefully, brushing one sore nipple with the pad of his thumb. He liked to hide behind the sweep of his dark hair, but his hands ghosted over the curve of her breast and belly. Her cunt still throbbed at his touch.
“I just want to know you're happy,” Cyril murmured, which would have been sweet if he hadn't said it with his whole face buried between her breasts.
“Well I am, and now it's my turn,” she said, shoving him away so she could turn and get a hand on his cock.
Cyril tried to shy away from her like he always did, and would have closed his knees if she hadn't put a hand under her belly to unartfully sling herself between his legs. “It's fine, Belia, you don't need to,” he said. He was so pretty when he blushed, biting his lip like he was splayed out naked in their bed and smelling like her.
“But I want to,” Eubelia said, leaning over him as she slowly stroked his cock. She watched his eyes flick over her heavy breasts, and past that, her big round belly. He cock throbbed in her hand, rising and falling. She leaned in to kiss his throat. “Maybe you’d like it better if I gave you orders and had you call me madam,” she said.
Cyril turned a bright and entirely unexpected red, blushed all down his face and chest worse than the first time she'd ravished him. “Not–” he started, slightly strangled. He cleared his throat. “Not right now. With the baby,” he managed.
“But maybe later,” Eubelia agreed, smearing the drop of wetness at the top of his cock with her thumb. She kissed him chastely, humming when he arched up into her. “If you're very good.”
He was so very pretty looking up at her all starry-eyed, boneless against the headboard as Eubelia licked her hand rather indelicately and got him good and slick. Cyril liked to protest that he was no innocent, that she didn't need to protect him or his sensibilities, but when he looked up at her like that she wanted to shelter and devour him in equal measure, too precious for anyone else to touch. She bent to roll her tongue over the head of his cock, savoring the minute little intake of breath Cyril made, the most sound he allowed himself. One of these days she wanted to methodically take him apart by lavishing him with attention and praise until he came absolutely undone, but they had all the time in the world for that.
Cyril's hands hovered just over her shoulders, she could tell without seeing. Eubelia reached up and groped in the air for one of his hands until she found it and dragged it down into her hair; Cyril shuddered under her as he buried fingers in her bound hair, no matter how many times she gave him permission. Eubelia knew she was not particularly good at sucking cock, having never practiced on anyone but Cyril, but he gave her such an inflated sense of her abilities with the way his thighs shivered and his breath caught when she broke from sucking his pretty cock to suck a dark mark on the inside of his thigh.
“Belia–” Cyril started, breathless as he gathered up her hair and stroked the back of her shoulders reverently. Eubelia sometimes wished he'd be a bit less reverent and more profane, but she supposed she could do enough for the both of them, circling her tongue over the head to ask cock as she stroked him faster, rocking with the rhythm of it. “Belia, I can't–”
Eubelia sat up to kiss him deeply, just to scandalize him for the fun of it as he came. Cyril arched prettily under her as he came in thick pulses across her breasts, a low sound in his throat as she kissed him. Eubelia pulled away just enough to climb fully into his lap and let him see his spend across her aching breasts, laughing under her breath at his scandalized look. He forgot that soon enough as she kept slowly stroking his softening cock, shivery and his lashes dark on his cheeks as her thumb traced the head of his cock. Even with her big belly keeping her from pressing as close to him as she wanted, she liked being in his lap to tease him after just to feel the thick muscle of his thighs and shoulders tense. Eubelia kissed him gently, smoothing one hand down his scarred arm to catch his hand.
“I'm not done with you yet,” she murmured against his mouth as she pulled his hand back around the curve of her ass to her wet cunt.
Cyril laughed against her mouth, still breathless as she arched back into his fingers. “I love you,” he said, kissing down the line of her collarbone.
Has Kal even had the chance to consider whether he's attracted to women?
Not really, no. I decided to go ahead with this sequel because Kal, Cyril and Teunis were never really in a place to even ask themselves what/who they wanted before this point, and they all arrive at slightly different points later but I wanted to go through how they got there. Marcus is very much only attracted to men but Kal hasn't even thought to ask himself the question at this point in the timeline because he's too used to being what other people want him to be. And for better or worse, Eubelia and Lucian both pick up on that quicker than Kal does.
