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alec.

“i don’t doubt that for a second.” he knows that some people would just say that to agree because it sounds nice but marshall makes him think that he will always tell the truth, even when it’s something he might not like to hear. “i definitely didn’t think any of them were really like that. it’s such a stereotype and i know some people are like that, i just somehow can’t imagine you having a family member like that. let alone several!” so, he definitely has some gay family members, that much is a given. it isn’t like he’s explicitly said whether he is or isn’t and it doesn’t even matter. it wouldn’t really get through to him even if he had given plenty of hints, alec is surely still so new to most things outside of his family home. “yeah, i just sort of… i want to be in a better place mentally as well as physically. i’m glad to know that it will work, even if it will take some time for me to get there.” he likes talking to marshall and he’s actually mostly forgotten about his workout. he’d much rather just stand and talk to marshall. he nods slowly when he mentions coming here with his brothers and he smiles a little. “do you prefer coming here alone or with them?” he hopes he prefers alone, if only so they can spend more time together when they’re both here. “oh, yeah. i’d like that a lot. that would be really nice.” 

“nothing works for the mental health like the gym works, you can trust me on that.” he beams at him, and he really is a lovely looking man. but not only that, he’s really nice too. sweet, and marshall finds himself entirely endeared by a man he isn’t even sure is gay. that’d be a first; falling for a straight man, but it’d be first for him to fully fall for anyone at all, so maybe he’d take what he can get. he hums over the question, narrows his gaze too. “if i had to choose between alone or with my brothers, i’d pick alone. but if i had to choose between alone and you -- i’d definitely pick you, alec.” is he flirting? of course he is. tries his best to be subtle with it, of course. but subtlety was hardly a marshall trait. hell, it was hardly a harrison trait.

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aliss.

she pauses to watch him, snorting softly when he finds her shirt. “i’m sure you will.” she slides off the bed, buttoning up her jeans before stretching out her arms. 

it doesn’t take him long to get dressed, only slightly longer than it took him to get them both undressed. he moves towards her, gaze fixated; as ever. “did you have fun?” he finds himself asking, and ryan wasn’t one who really cared to get feedback often. but she was different, even if he hadn’t strictly vocalised that, yet.

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cian.

“i mean, i wouldn’t know if he did or didn’t, really. he’s quite… private. i do think he’s got his own secrets and maybe it is all a part of him wanting to be open about those secrets but that isn’t my fault.” he does agree with jericho’s reasoning and he’s actually thought that something is going on for a while, but he’ll likely never know the truth. it is what it is, even if it’s such a weird and horrible situation, really. “thank you.” he can’t help but watch as jericho goes to the bar and gets their drinks, picking at a thread on his jeans. his day is looking so much better than it had been and it’s entirely because he is talking to jericho. he doesn’t entirely hide that he had been watching for his return, smiling softly when he comes back. cian takes the drink and sips from it, humming gratefully as he leans back into the couch. “thank you.” he nods a little and that sounds so nice. this feels like it would be such a nice place to live and he knows his parents don’t really get out all that much. his mother does, he knows that much, she had spent so long telling him all about the wonderful cafe she had found whilst walking one day. it makes sense that there would be so many other nice places. “i’d definitely love to look at that list. i’ve only got the room booked until wednesday but i’m not really in too much of a rush to get back home for anything.” 

“no. it’s very much not your fault. that’s the whole point, i guess. anyone who lets their negative feelings affect their relationships need therapy.” he shrugs a little, though he knows it’s not his place to say it. there’s something about cian that makes him feel far too comfortable speaking his mind. did he just meet this man? yes. but that doesn’t mean he can’t defend him to the death, apparently. “no worries,” he beams, as he gets comfortable again. he throws tyler a look, and he doesn’t exactly expect anything because that’s be ridiculous. so he sort of asks, through facial expressions; what do you think of this? all he knows is that he likes talking to cian and he likes having his attention on him. “well, if you’re ever looking for any company. you know where to find me. and it’ll be downstairs in reception or in the restaurant.” he snorts, chewing at his bottom lip. 

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alec.

marshall has helped him become this version of himself. he likes to think he’s new and improved, happier and more confident than he ever has been before. he knows he wouldn’t be here without marshall, no matter what anyone says. “i should just model everything you ever make, hm?” his free hand rests against marshall’s cheek and he beams, scrunching up his nose. alec sucks his lower lip between his teeth as he watches marshall’s hands against his frame. when his hand disappears beneath the dressing gown, he knows he’s in for a real treat and marshall’s touch sends tingles through him. “i think so. if i had it my way, i’d only ever wear things you’ve made.” he sighs against his husband’s mouth, hand slipping to rest at the back of his neck. “do you like it, baby?” 

he likes to think they’re both better, happier people as a result of their relationship. he’s never felt or been more settled than he is right now, more confident in aspects of himself that stretched beyond the physical. alec was his soulmate and his guardian angel and he’d be so much worse off without him. he was worse off without him, no argument warranted. getting to touch alec never goes out of fashion, he can’t believe his luck; dull nails scratching and digging against his thighs, before he’s allowing his fingers to wrap around his cock through the material of the thong, squeezing a little as he leans up, kissing him deeply, passionately, nothing but need, hunger and love evident within the kiss. “i fucking love it, you look so fucking sexy, baby.” he whines out, his thumb teasing the tip of his dick, as he allows his fingers to push the fabric out of the way, free hand moving to squeeze at his ass. “you should only ever wear the clothes i make for you, or my clothes...maybe i should make that a rule, hm. what do you think?”

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beckham.

he smiles a little over the kiss and it lights a fire inside of him that only dash has the power to ignite. his hand curls around the back of his neck and he leans closer to press a kiss to his cheek, exhaling softly. “they’re not going to find out. and if they do, we’ll all kick their asses.” he teases the words but he knows it’s true. there isn’t much they’ll let go but especially not homophobic comments directed at anyone, let alone someone they’re all close to. “stay with me tonight.”  

they had happened quite by accident, and whilst he wouldn’t change a thing about it, it really had flipped his world upside down. he cups his jaw, and holds him firm there for a moment, just taking him in. “you’ve totally fucked my whole life up,” he whispers breathlessly, a smile slipping onto his expression after the fact. he’d always known he liked guys, but he’d presumed he could deny it and disguise it, hide it entirely before he met and fell for beck. “okay,” he sighs, nodding a little to cement his answer. “okay.”

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jaden.

“some people are just that stupid. but i enjoy getting to tell them what twats they are, so it’s a win for me.” it’s not really a win, he hates it so much. he can understand people thinking that something is normal if it’s their normal, but that doesn’t mean it’s the worlds normal. they don’t get to hold everything to that standard. “you know we do, mallett.” he leans to nudge their noses together and smiles, stroking his fingers across his cheek. he really could not be more in love with abel than he is right now, in this moment. except that he will be in a few minutes and then a few minutes after that. by the time they reach christmas day, his heart will be even more fond and full of love for the man. jaden cups his cheek and smiles fondly, scrunching up his nose. “i know, baby. i love when you sleep on me, makes me feel all cosy and safe.” and that is something he hadn’t felt for a long time before abel and the boys had come into his life, so he’s extra protective of keeping that feeling in his life. 

his fingers sneak beneath the material of jaden’s shirt, just to rest his hands against his warm skin. that was his favourite part, and the part it had taken him longest to realise he was allowed to do now. for a long time, intimacy wasn’t something he was very knowledgable on, nor confident with. jaden was the person who’d changed all that, which meant he still wasn’t great with intimacy with anyone else. but jaden? he could do absolutely anything and everything with him. “you make me feel so safe,” he whispers, vulnerable wasn’t something he was very odten, but when he was, he really was. he peppers kisses along his clothed shirt, thumbs stroking along his hips. “do you ever catch yourself wishing you were...normal, by their standards?” 

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cody & ethan.

“yes, definitely a spring wedding. even before anything is done outside, it’ll be beautiful.” and it’s sooner rather than later and that’s certainly an exciting prospect. he wants to be married to monique yesterday. he squeezes at her hand, stroking his thumb across her skin softly as he watches her as she speaks. cody nods slowly, always in agreement with monique anyway but especially on this. the floral aspect will be easy to do for spring anyway and it’ll look even more beautiful. that is something he is entirely convinced of. ethan nods with a bright beam and leans into ezra’s side slightly. “the floral side of it should be easy enough, we can work off what we already have going on outside and just add to it. we can always have food set up in here so it’s not exposed to the elements and it’ll give you and the guests the chance to actually take a seat and enjoy yourselves. the glass doors slide all the way along so this can be completely open. we can still have the music set up in here and then get some speakers to extend the listening to outside, so it won’t feel like it’s being in the smoking area of a club, you know, that muffled noise.” it’s quite clear he’s in his element with all of this, something like this has been his dream for so long and it makes him even more thankful to monique and cody for giving him the opportunity to live out his dream with his husband by his side. 

he really seems to know what he’s talking about, and that’s relieving because whilst she’s been to her fair share of weddings and other events, that’s not to say she knows how it works outside that strict circle she’s been stuck within throughout her life. “that sounds wonderful,” she smiles over that, and she visibly relaxes, thumb sliding along the back of cody’s hand. he’s the first person to love her for her and not what he can get out of her. he’s the one person who she’s been able to relax entirely around and take that mask off around, too. “that way, everyone continues to feel included. sometimes that muffled sound can make you feel a little disconnected, and i wouldn’t want that for anyone.” she’d been in exclusive circles for way too long, not anymore. she wasn’t even sure how many of her friends, or his friends would come. but as long as some did, those few that didn’t judge them based on what they were, but instead of who they were. ezra rests his hand against the back of ethan’s chair, and he just listens for the time being. mainly because ethan was the expert in this, and it was nice to finally see him in that position he should’ve always been in, since the very beginning. “all we want is for it to be your real, dream day. for you not to -- tolerate or put up with anything.”

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edie.

“yeah, i can imagine. it’s like when it’s a boss and employee, you know? even if you don’t intend for the power dynamic, it’s there and it’s real.” she pulls a face because she doesn’t see the appeal in it herself, though she tries not to judge anyone else for those things. it’s not like everyone is always going to think and feel the same way she does. she came to terms with that a long time ago, she had to with the way her mother is, after all. “i guess that is true, though, right? at least the way you’ve all gone into it. you’ve made a name for yourself, so surely that could make things easier for you if you all did decide you wanted to go down the route of being true to yourself.” hopefully, at least. she pulls a face when he mentions his contacts and gracefully looks away when he starts to take them out, even though he also makes it so she can’t see. she’s sure he doesn’t need an audience for this kind of thing, it feels almost intimate. “okay, maybe i was too harsh,” she says, pulling a face. “in fact, i was too harsh. i don’t actively go out of my way to listen to your music but i don’t turn it off when it comes on. and i know most of the words to all of your songs. literally all of them, you’ve made quite little fans of my twins.” her head tilts once he has his glasses on and edie smiles a little. “you look better with your glasses. much comfier in yourself.” 

“exactly. they’re tempted to do things they might not necessarily do if those positions aren’t in place. i’ll be damned if i get with someone who’ll do shit just because i want them to do, total turn off.” he really means that too. he’d worry too much, so he’d much rather someone indifferent to what he does or not knowing at all. of course, they’d work it out in the end, or he’d have to tell them. but the point is, it’s not someone who actively thinks he’s more than a human, which is what plenty of his fans seem to miss. “yeah, i think that’s how we see it. we deal with this now, and later on we’ll be established enough to do whatever we want.” it’s how the other’s had explained it to him, and he clearly trusted them with his life. he’d proven it time and time again. “that -- is nicer, you don’t have to say that though, i understand if you don’t like our music.” he assures then, his smile gentle as he watches her curiously, a brow cocking over her words, “i have, huh? how old are your twins?” he asks curiously, smiling a little over her compliment. “oh, well -- thanks. my management said they make me look annoying, and ugly...but i need them, so that’s that i suppose.” he laughs, actually snorts, it’s a little humourless but there’s something funny about being told that, really. “so, thank you...for saying that.”

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amar.

and this is where it becomes entirely intoxicating and utterly too much for him to handle but he won’t ever stop. that heat, the fire between them, it’ll never burn out. it’ll keep going and going as long as they keep stoking it and amar will never stop making sure it’s tended to. he doesn’t mind the silence as he waits for ariel to confirm he’s his. it just makes it so much sweeter when he actually says it. he exhales sharply and slides one hand down to his thigh, dragging it up against his hip as he presses him back into the wall. their hips meet and he sighs against his jaw, breathing him in. “that’s it. you’re all mine, levy,” he mutters against his skin, lips brushing softly across the curve of his jaw. “i won’t ever let you forget that.” his nose nudges into his cheek before he’s shifting slightly to kiss him, a hot, firm kiss, one that is far too easy to deepen but that’s just how they like it. 

he coils his legs around amar’s waist, pressing himself so firm against his frame. “i am, i’m yours.” he murmurs so breathlessly, kissing him with such hunger. like he hadn’t eaten for days, like he had to kiss him or he’d actually die. ariel didn’t care where they were, and he didn’t care who saw. the rest of the world disappeared into nothingness when he was around amar. he didn’t care about many people generally, and their perspectives even more so. he’s clawing and tugging at the older man’s hair, as he licks into his mouth. it’s messy and filthy and just how ariel likes it to be. “only you are allowed to touch me.” and he really means that. eyes so dark behind his fluttering lids. “you are the only one who knows how.”

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jake.​

he doesn’t mean to sort of be spying, that wasn’t the intention. he just found that he couldn’t move once he actually saw her. his feet felt like lead plates, like he physically couldn’t move at all. this entire situation is insane and he’s trying to wrap his head around it, but that is proving to be quite a difficult feat at the moment. they just sort of look at each other for what feels like hours before he’s nodding, moving deeper into the kitchen to press the button. “it’s the same one you press to set it. which is this one. you just have to press and hold for a couple of seconds.” and true to this word, the beeping stops. 

“my goodness, thank you! that was driving me insane and i am the worst with technology.” she admits, throwing a gentle smile his way. she feels really awful for this, even if she knows it’s not actually her fault. it’s not like she’d asked to have her memories swiped, and she knows she never would even if she could ask for such a thing. “your father is a liar, you look more like him than you do me.” though she’s teasing somewhat, she really does see it that way. though she sees glimpses of herself, and she suspects that having children was the making of her, which makes this all the more dreadful. “...do you want to bake some brownies with me?”

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stan.

he can’t say he knows what’s best because there are times when he makes these kind of decisions and it all goes wrong. he thinks they know best when they’re together, when they can discuss and work out a solution between them. it’s one of the reasons why he had waited for patty before he thought about all of that properly. another is because it helps keep some semblance of balance and normality for them all if they can work out these things together. patty’s mind might be a little different but she was still their mother and that was all that mattered, as far as stan is concerned. “okay,” he whispers, holding her close. he doesn’t think he can survive right now without her being practically attached to him. her climbing into his lap had been a shock but it was the best shock. he wasn’t expecting it and he was so glad she had done it. sighing into her mouth, stan’s hands tighten their grip against her hips, though not so tight she couldn’t push away if she felt the need to. something sparks in his chest when she speaks and he pulls away slightly to squeeze at her hips. “you like that, mrs uris?” 

“i really, really do.” she admits bashfully, and he pulls away but she only pushes herself into him a little more, into his touches and the way his hands have tightened their grip against her hips is everything she hadn’t known she needed. arms coil around his neck, so easily and comfortably resting against his shoulders. “it sounds so good,” she doesn’t know what that means entirely, just that being his wife is clearly, and very evidently something she must’ve wanted. there must be a part of her inwardly screaming at her to remember everything, but that part is locked away somewhere and she hasn’t found the key yet. she kisses him again, deepening it all the more with her tongue experimentally slipping into his mouth. to her, this is all so new. so fresh and exciting, and of course she knows they must’ve done everything, they have four kids. but to her, this kiss, it doesn’t just feel like it’s the first time, it is the first time. to this part of her, at least. “how long did i introduce myself to everyone as mrs uris or patty uris before i stopped being super lame?” she snorts, and she doubts she really did ever stop. she doesn’t think that it’s possible to get over something that sounds so good.

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bill.

he smiles a little and rests his cheek against his shoulder. her laughter is wonderful. it’s not a big belly kind of laugh but he knows that would sound wonderful, too. “i can imagine that.” bill snorts as he watches her, almost worried at first due to her question but then it’s clear to see she’s planning on taking a teasing route with him. he quite likes that, actually. “well, i’m fairly certain you are the perfect daughter. and i do think i’m the pushover parent. mikey feels like he’s more capable of being strict with you and i’m the one who melts when you pout at me.” that definitely feels right, he’s fairly certain that layla could get anything she wanted from bill at any moment of her life just by calling him daddy and staring up at him with those big eyes. probably until she turned ten and then she was taller than him, that also sounds annoyingly right. “so, where are you going to keep your horse?” 

“you’ve got it in one, that is the dynamic of this family. me and dom rob you, and you squeeze our cheeks for it.” she loved her dad immensely, and she could imagine this was a little bit insane for him. it hurt her, but she had her pop’s inclination for...focusing on what she can do to make things better, as opposed to her own feelings on the matter. “hm, is my bedroom not an acceptable answer?” she teases, and it’s funny in a way but in another it’s not, because she absolutely did ask to keep a horse in her room when she was a little girl. “probably the stable. we have a farm here, pops and ben oversee it the most, but everyone likes to chip in as and when they can. i think a horse would be the ultimate addition personally.”

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cameron.

her eyes roll when sadie’s mouth is on her skin and she really can’t believe she’s gone any amount of time with that. it’s insane that they’ve done that and she’s so glad they don’t have to do it anymore. her lower lip is tugged between her teeth as her eyes sparkle, watching sadie remove her jumper and shirt. she’s so fond of the knowledge that they were always so similar and she traces a line from her collarbone to her nipple with her fingertip. “mhm, i think so. i’ll have to be the judge of that when i get to eat your pussy, won’t i?” cameron inhales sharply as sadie’s lips are on her nipple and one hand slides into her hair, cradling her head as she licks at her fingers, guiding them to her nipple to tease softly. she rolls the hardened nub between her thumb and forefinger, watching as it glistens and pinkens up under her touch. “can confirm you look good,” she mutters, breath heavy as arousal floods between her thighs. 

each touch is welcome more than the last and she leans into every one as best she can, willing cam to continue. she’s never felt the way she does with cam in her life before, even if she’d always craved that feeling, only cam was able to show her what it was truly like, how intoxicating and addicting and impossible to go without it was. “fuck, you want to eat my pussy, baby?” she asks so softly, breathlessly as she sucks against her nipple; peppering slopping, longing kisses along her chest, to do the same to the other nipple. fingers scratch against her back, willing soft little wilts and marks to be left against her skin. “hm, good. you look good too, baby.” her leg slips to press between cam’s thighs, needing to tease her in every which way she can think of, wanting to make up for that lost time, and for how she’d behaved. “i love you so much, so much i want to eat your pussy first...can i, princess?”

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emmett.

it’s not like he wants emmett to leave this guy all on his own, that really isn’t the case at all. he just can’t help the way it makes him feel to watch him flirt with other guys. or girls, it happens then, too. he isn’t possessive, not in a nasty way, at least. he squeezes softly at bowie’s hand as they move to a quieter place and once they’ve stopped, too. “yeah. i mean… yeah, everything’s fine.” that isn’t the most convincing thing he’s ever said. he lifts his hand and presses a kiss to his knuckles, hoping to prove his point just a little. “i just… watching you flirt with that guy was… making me feel a type of way i don’t know what to do with.” it’s a little difficult to fully admit to it but bowie deserves that so much and emmett will never not give him what he deserves and needs. 

he’s not convinced and his eyes narrow as a result of how unconvinced he is. he’s hardly mad at emmett, he just needs him to know that he doesn’t believe that, but his features soften when he presses a kiss to his knukcles. “oh...” he was a natural flirt, he didn’t do it to hurt anyone or because he was attempting to get anything, either. it was his main, basic form of communication, so he hadn’t really thought about how that might negatively effect emmett. “...nothing’s going to happen, though. i’m pretty sure he likes men his own age,” he snorts a little, “possibly older...” he adds on as he throws the man a look, before he’s smiling over at emmett again. “i just wanted to help him feel welcome. he was sitting here on his lonesome and i could sense the tension. not a good sexual tension, a tension that -- was a little anxiety provoking honestly.” he shrugs a shoulder, doesn’t mean to ramble but he feels as if he did a little. “...you’ve got nothing to feel some type of way about.”

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hugo.

“that doesn’t matter anymore, miah. not today.” he cups his cheek, shaking his head slightly. they can talk about all of that, they really can but not today. today was different, it’s their first date. he doesn’t want anything to ruin it at all. “thank you.” his cheeks heat up as he blushes over the compliment and squeezes back at his hand once their fingers are laced together. this has to be the best first date and it hasn’t even properly started yet. he smiles when miah leads him to his side of the car and he leans to kiss his cheek, nosing gently against it. “you are so adorable,” he whispers, sliding his hand into miah’s and squeezing softly at it. he certainly doesn’t need the assistance but he wants it and he’s glad it’s there. he climbs into the car and his face feels so hot now, sure it’s as red as a tomato but he doesn’t care. that’s just how miah makes him feel, he always had. he’s glad that he’s still capable of making him a blushing mess, even after all these years. 

“you’re right.” he’ll leave it at that, because he’ll be damned if he ruins this date before he’s even started it. all he does is smile shyly, before carefully helping hugo into the car, closing the door behind him once he’s made certain he’s seated comfortably. he wanders around the car to climb into the driver’s seat, doing his seatbelt up carefully before he’s resting his hands against the steering wheel. deep breath in, deep breath out. he’s very nervous, but he doesn’t want to ruin this through his anxiety, he won’t let that get the better of him ever again. he throws him his signature lopsided smile, reaching to give his knee a reassuring grasp. “we’re going to have a lot of fun,” he assures him, driving down the road, focusing on it. he never wanted to hurt hugo ever, and he would be extra careful now he was in the car with him. “have you been on any dates recently?” he asks as nonchanantly as he can muster.

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josiah.

“i always say it, even though i usually remember it.” he laughs a little and scratches lightly at his beard. “she wants you to come home with me tonight so she can meet you. and then you can meet miles, as well.” he has a lot of people to meet but it should definitely start with his family. he’ll get grace in to meet him as soon as possible and then dawn and basil, as long as they’re both okay with that. he doesn’t want to overwhelm anyone, not the kids or jeremiah. he snorts and he knows it sounds mad because it is, really! it’s not the way it sounds, of course, but how is anybody new to know that? “yeah, yes. right. a few years ago, and i’m talking like twenty odd, i went to a party and i met a girl. i slept with her and i never saw her again. until a couple years ago when i met josie. what i didn’t know was that that girl, josie, fell pregnant. and since we didn’t see each other again, she turned to her best friend to help her raise the baby, grace. her best friend being lloyd. they got married, had dawn and basil. they were always best friends and they got divorced a bit before i met her again. it’s really insanely amicable. they’re still best friends. and yes, i know it’s insane.” he chuckles, leaning back against his chair. 

eyes widen, and he’s absolutely flabbergasted by the news. his brother has a twenty something year old daughter? it doesn’t seem possible. he figures they both had big lives way back then, and he wishes more than ever that he’d paid more attention to josiah’s life, and been more open regarding his own. still, there’s no point dwelling, life was what it was and now -- he was out, and open and accepting of who he was. he only hoped that josiah understood, but he had a sneaky suspicion that he would. “that’s all very insane, but i’m so glad you found her again, found josie and grace...i think i might need to meet them all to properly compute all of what you just told me.” he lets out the softest, cutest laugh -- excited to be a real part of his brother’s life from here on out. meeting his nephew and his niece, and maybe his other nephew and niece if that’s how josiah saw josie’s other children. “it’s crazy, isn’t it? we’ve both...had such huge lives, and we didn’t even realise. we didn’t know what each other were going through. did you try and look for her before? did she try and look for you?” he doesn’t go into detail yet about what he means regarding his own life, but he’s sure josiah will question him about it. in his sweet way.

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logan.

he is insanely good at this and she doesn’t want it to end. she wonders if he’s as glad as she is that she kidnapped him and really, that’s an insane thought. she doesn’t care, though. she had kidnapped him and she was glad for it. he keeps fucking her through her orgasm and it prolongs it, makes her feel like she’s on top of the world. her breathing is ridiculously heavy and she whines, head tilting back to catch her breath. she’s eager when he leans up to kiss her and her hands cradle his face, kissing him deeply. there’s something so hot about tasting herself on his tongue, knowing he can taste himself, too. she switches their places carefully, nudging him back against the chair and then settles in his lap. her arms wind around his neck, still kissing him deeply as she rocks against him, settling right against his cock so that he can feel how wet and warm she is against him, all ready for him. “mhm, how badly do you want to fuck my pussy, baby?” 

no, it hasn’t escaped his attention that she’s kidnapped him. and try as he might not to be aroused by that fact, he is. maybe he’s broken, or maybe it’s hot having an insane(ly) beautiful woman want to be alone with him so badly. of course he understands that hadn’t been her initial intentions, but it’s how it’s worked out and he finds it unbelievably hot, despite being aware of how fucked-up that was of him. she tastes like heaven and he’s sure she can tell that herself. licking into her mouth, sucking at her tongue. it’s hot to have her settle into his lap, his cock aches for her and it’s only made worse by feeling her against him now; so warm and wet, begging to be fucked. “so badly,” he whines, so far from as ashamed as he should be. he looks up at her; dark eyes pleading, and who can refuse him when he looks like that? “please let me fuck your pussy, baby. want it so bad...” he almost pouts, breathless as he squeezes at her hips, rocking his own up; teasing her pussy with his hardening cock.