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Hey guys! Warning smut ahead. Don't read if not comfortable. Happy reading❤️

ARTHIT POV

"I belong to you. Only to both of you."

He has no idea how impactful those words are. He is our sunshine in the darkness we live. Our sanity in between the insane life we lead. We may be rich but our dual lives are part of us. The darkness that surrounds us will never leave.

He stands up and unbutton the shirt and shorts he is wearing. I hear Kit groaning. We're like starved animals craving meat. My gaze fall on his chest. He is standing in his shorts, enticing our beasts. We've withdrawn ourselves too long. Kit stands up, goes behind our baby and encircles his arms around his waist taking in his sweet scent. Looking at him, I point to the spot in front of me signalling him to follow.

He swallows and Kit let's him out of his arms to follow my order.

"Open wide"
He does and he's kneeling up. And I am hard just looking at the way he is submitting. His beautiful nakedness has both of us hooked. Kit kneels behind him and licks his neck making Kong moan. I undo my belt, open my pants and take myself out.

"You want to know how much you belong to us. How much you make us mad."

"Mmmm... I-want to. Yours." Kong's word add fuel to my growing lust and I am damn sure that Kit's state is similar. He moves forward proving his point. I watch him take me. Watch him choke and gasp for breath as Kit lubs his finger and insert it in him. He moans and the vibration takes me on a high. Digging my hands on his head, I thrust harder while kit increases his pace.

"You are our reason to stay sane. Don't take that ever away from us," Kit say and push his length inside our baby. Kong jerks ahead and lets out a moan that shakes me through the core. At this moment, we all are connected to each other and we feel it deep in our hearts. I know what I feel for him is nothing short of obsession. But obsession are part of being in love. If you are not obsessed then for me you were never in love. You are not loving. Kong is all we need. And we will keep him. We never intend to leave him. Thoughts of marking him for forever grabs hold of me as my thrust increases and fuck his mouth with a newfound energy.

Kit cup his waists and push harder into him, buring himself deeper as I hold him and come into his throat, my cock throbbing with my release. He keeps working intensifying my experience tenfold.

"Swallow it. All."
I pull out and kiss him. Passionatly tasting myself on his lips. I take his length in my hand and pump him. He is covered in sweat while Kit keeps working him with his hard thrust and I muffle down his moan with our kiss. I let my tongue explore his wet heaven. I suck hard on his tongue and enjoy each of his moans. Increasing my pace on his length, I grip him hard. Soon I feel his body going hard. He comes in my hand painting them in white fluid. And a second later, Kit groans out his release. We all lay to each other enjoying the post bliss.

"You have to know that we won't change who we are, sweetheart. If we did then we won't be the ones who fell in love with you." I hear Kit say.

As much as I wanted that out there in front of Kong. I groan knowing rhat Kit just killed our moment.

Opening jos eyes Kong looks at us

"Will people calle insane for loving two people who kills?" He is being serious. I don't know whether be can accept it or not. Will he accept us once again this time knowing the truth? But he doesn't know everything. We let him know only things he needs to know.

"We love you and we will never hurt you. That's all you need to focus on." I say cupping his cheeks.

"Please don't ever kill in front of me. I am turning a blind eye to it. I know I shouldn't but I can't live without you. " As soon as he said that Kit took his lips and I kiss down on his neck, biting, marking and claiming.

We will abide by his request. Afterall he doesn't need to know that killing is secondary nature to us. We kill when bloodlust takes over. And we kill when someone takes our baby away. We will keep him all to ourselves. All to us. Slowly making him depend on us. Only us. He will not need for anyone else. No one will be their for him except for us and his brother the only exception.

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