#moxyoots

To be fair, he should've known something was up when Mox said he didn't want to use a condom and almost seemed irritated when Wheeler had insisted. But despite it all, he had trusted him giving into his demand.

Now, staring at the positive test in his hand, Wheeler just feels stupid. And a little sick. And a lot angry.

Mox looks at him with apathy as he storms up to him, and that only makes him angrier.

"How the hell did this happen?!" He practically shoves the test in Mox's face, seething when he looks at it just for his lips to twitch up into a smug smirk.

"Didn't think I had ta explain tha birds 'n bees to ya at this point, Yoots." Wheeler's hand twitches. "We fucked."

"With condoms!" Mox leans back, legs spread slightly with his fingers laced behind his head.

"Yer always so out of it with a dick inside of ya," he says conversationally, like Wheeler isn't fucking pregnant. "I took the condom off. Ya didn't know or care. Didn't even complain as I filled up yer pretty little-"

He strikes before he can stop himself, slapping him hard enough to turn Mox's head.

"Fuck you, Jon." Mox turns to look at him again with a level look, though there's steel in his eyes.

"Doesn't feel jetlagged," Yuta mutters sleepily against the back of Mox's neck. "Feels warm and awake." Mox chuckles and moves his leg forward so Yuta can rock deeper into him, cock buried in his pussy, one hand cupping his chest.

Bryan sighs and looks to Claudio, but he's no help - he's looking at the two of them with this incredible warmth, his eyes almost glistening. There is such a softness about him, you would think he was watching some gift on nature and not their two lovers fucking like they do every chance they get.

"Mox needs his injection," Bryan reminds the group. "He's been on a plane all day, he needs his injection, and he has an early appointment tomorrow with Doc. This is really not the time."

"It's the time," Mox breathes, nearly a whisper. His eyes are closed and he's got his hand between his legs, gently stroking his t-cock while Yuta's hand fondles and squeezes his chest, hips still rocking in a slow, sleepy rhythm.

It's adorable in a way Bryan won't admit, how Mox got back from Japan, Bryan and Claudio stepped out of the room to get Mox's bags, and here these two already were. They'd left them nuzzling, barely an inch of space to breathe between them, gripping each other like Mox had been gone years and not ten days.

Sighing, Bryan lays down Mox's suitcase and starts fishing around for his kit. By the time he has it and is stood up, Claudio is laying in front of Mox, looking at him fondly as he joins his hand with Mox's between his legs.

"We missed you, prinzli," Claudio whispers, and the way he looks at Mox could make a god jealous of the way their worshippers turn their faces up towards them. Mox, eyes half-lidded in pleasure, lets out a weak whine as Claudio's fingers start to work his t-cock, as Yuta starts to rut his hips into him until there's the sound of slapping skin.

Bryan sets out the kit and moves Mox's leg so he has access to his thigh, and he waits, watching, eyes fixed on where Yuta's cock is plunging into Mox over and over. The stretched entrance is pink and suctioned to Yuta, the most perfect pussy Bryan's ever felt, on the most perfect man he's ever met.

"Go on Yuta, show him you missed him," Bryan says, and Yuta nods, burying his face in the back of Mox's neck, nails digging into his chest. Mox's mouth drops open as Yuta speeds up his thrusts, rabbiting into him like only a 27-year-old could after staying up until 2am waiting for Mox to come home.

Claudio is still looking at Mox like a devotee, fingers massaging his cock, and Mox is squirming between the two men as Yuta's hips start to stutter.

"Mox," Yuta whines, and Mox swears sloppily under his breath, bowing forward as Bryan watches his pussy clench down on Yuta's cock. Yuta's hips jerk forward a couple times before he starts pulling out, panting, cum smeared along his shaft and dribbling out of Mox's pussy.

Bryan makes quick work of Mox's testosterone injection, taking advantage of his post-sex exhaustion. Once it's done, he throws the needle and the needle tops into the sharps container and turns around, snickering.