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Saxon hadn’t even opened his eyes the entire day after what transpired the night before, visions of it coming into his mind as he slept. The way he could hear his brothers moans mixed with the girls, the way his brother thrust inside of her as he began to lose his virginity to the girl, and the way his little brother had expertly wrapped a hand around his cock and made him cum harder than he had before. He knew Lochlan had been eying him from time to time but he never imagined that he would ever do something like that.

When he felt the hand on his thigh, he grunted softly before turning his head to the side and opening his eyes slowly as he blinked them into focus, blurry at first but soon his little brother came into view looking as innocent as he always did; though last night he was anything but the angel he looked like right now. The night all started with Lochlan kissed him and ended with his own cum all over his brothers hand and on his own torso.

“Can’t you just bring me something in here, I don’t want to fucking deal with mom, dad, or piper with this wicked hang over,” said Saxon looking down at his body and notices the shorts, “shit I must have been fucked up when we left last night, didn’t even realize I had on your shorts.”

"Well we were both naked, so..." Lochlan shrugged. "Easy mistake to make, I guess." A curious finger trailed across Saxon's leg hair to hook under one of his shorts' legs and gently pull up. Naturally, the fabric could hardly separate from his older brother's thick thigh. But the moment was over just as soon as it had come on. He didn't want to scare Saxon away, after all. Saxon's hypermasculinity was loud, stifling, but also more fragile than the older boy was probably aware of.

The younger boy gestured to the door. "They're waiting outside. Want me to tell them to go without us?" Lochlan's voice was soft, pitched a little higher than normal. Ever the sweet little bro-- pay no attention to the hand still on Saxon's thigh. "I think I'm actually starting to like your protein shakes. Maybe you could make me another one for dinner?"

Dean shouldn't have been doing this. The man paced across the floor of his hotel room so many times, he would probably put a permanent rut in it by morning. What had he been thinking? Was a cute TikToker shamelessly flirting with him in his DMs all it took to potentially ruin everything he had with Mark? Mark, who was surely waiting up at home for him. But, he would come home to snide comments and a cold bed, even though they shared it. He was sure of it. there was no spark there anymore. And the only way for Dean to feel something again was to set risk setting fire to it all, just for the warmth of it.

"I don't have nothing against news anchors. Especially if they look like you." Brent entered the room looking as pristinely constructed as usual: skin as clear as porcelain, not a curl out of place, not a wrinkle in sight in his all-black outfit. "And I don't know. I just thought you were fine as hell, figured there's no harm in hitting you up. Wanted to see if you'd bite, and you did." He couldn't keep the smirk off his lips. "These are for you, by the way." Already, the influencer was making his way over to the bed, sliding his belt off in one fluid motion and tossing it toward the hotel room's obligatory cuck chair. "Or whoever." The bouquet certainly might be a good apology gift for Dean's man when he got home later that night-- or in the morning.

“Uhh, yeah, I should, too,” Saxon said as Lachlan said he was gonna brush. Not to be outdone, Saxon was pulling his own shorts down in seconds, and by the time Lachlan looked up, he’d see that yes Saxon’s eyes were on him but also that Saxon was naked now too, regaining his swagger, body lightly dusted with hair that Lachlan did not have, pubes neatly trimmed. He followed Lachlan into the bathroom and soon they were shoulder to shoulder. “Oh, just thought I’d swing by the pool and check out the merchandise,” he said.

"Is it tight or too tight?" Theo flexed his arms for Will, smirking at the way his shirt grew tight around his biceps, seams almost threatening to give out. "I mean... I know I've grown a little, but the shirt still fits. The growth is kinda insane, though. Don't know why..." He wrapped his arm around Will, easily lifting the man. "Just haven't been able to think of anything but the gym recently. Speaking of--- dude. You ever try creatine?"

But then his lover was wrapping him up in a bear hug and hoisting him into the air. "Creatine?" The blond demon wheezed out. "Why would I need to get bigger? You're the man of the house, aren't you?"

Even now, Will couldn't keep the pleased grin off his red face. When he'd first met Theo, the guy had been so serious. It had taken a lot of work to slow the thoughts in Theo's brain -- and it still required constant upkeep. The guy was too smart for his own good: on the verge of regressing the minute Will took his blue-and-brown eyes off him. But it was worth it to see Theo so happy. Free from the shackles of knowledge.

"Oh-- the gym's all you've got time for now?" The demon prodded, playfully feigning hurt. "Hm. Guess I should probably get going then..."

"yeah. probably should, huh?" something about the casual way the older man is trying to shoo ryder out prompts his own somewhat playfully cocky response. obviously they both should know better (understatement of the century) given that reid is spoken-for-- and that's not even bringing up the nature of his relationship with ryder and the fact that there's currently a big barbecue happening in the yard below them.