Their Little Beauty (MxMxM+)

Chapter Thirty-Five: The Mourning After

Waking up next to Jesse after a wonderful night- and early morning- of intimacy was incredible. Looking to his side and seeing their face made Briar's chest tingle, the tips of his fingers aching with the need to touch the cheeky fox once more. He had always expected them to be a passionate and energetic lover, but they were almost insatiable. Had they not been left unable to climax towards the end of their fun, Briar was nearly terrified to know just how much longer his lovely little fox could have lasted. Not that he had been much better, incapable of staying unaroused during their short breaks and constantly going back for more of his smallest lover.

What finally drew him out of bed however were three things: a pressure in his bladder begging for release, the fact his phone said it was a little past two in the afternoon, and the desperate urge to clean the dried semen from his body. As much as bringing the fox to climax had felt rewarding, having its evidence all over his body was not pleasant. 

Turning to Jesse, he pulled the duvet up higher to cover their bare body after placing a loving kiss to their shoulder. It was difficult for him to look at the many marks he had left on their body; deep teeth indentations and the light bruises from his hands when he was too lost in the pleasure to be conscious of his strength. It brought forth guilt, despite Jesse saying they loved it and to be as rough as he wanted. 

Briar did enjoy seeing the blemishes his lips had left though- something primal in himself finding an almost dark satisfaction in the evidence of his claim upon their perfect body. The other marks however... Well, it was hard to see things that he had always hated on his own body be left on another's, especially as they were put there by himself, remembering how dirty and objectified it once made him feel. Worthless.

Maybe I should write about that in my journal today before it becomes an issue. I shouldn't project my problems onto Foxy, they can like whatever they want to. 

Refusing to let anything bring down his good mood, he slid from the bed and pulled his boxers up his legs, trying to remember how they ended up in the corner of the room in the first place. 

Oh yeah, Jesse threw them there when they ripped them down my legs after pushing me onto the bed. I can't believe how such a small body can be so strong.

Smiling the entire way through his shower, his lips only spread wider as he got dressed and the little fox barely moved an inch- other than to growl something about goldfish and ninja's before going silent again. It was quite flattering to know he had tired them out that much even if it left him feeling extremely weak and sore the next day. Good mood secured and no longer naked, Briar made his way down the stairs in search of a strong cup of tea and much needed sustenance. 

Maybe he could ask Stephen if there was enough time before the next project that he had agreed to be part of for him to indulge in a sugary, fatty breakfast with no positive nutrients. Nothing sounded more tempting than a greasy fry up, extra fried mushrooms and bacon followed by Nutella slathered crepes. 

"Good afternoon" a deep voice rang as he entered the kitchen space, suddenly reconsidering his precious thought. 

Because greeting him were two virtually naked men, the eldest standing at the sink and washing dishes, extremely tight pair of white briefs on his dark skin enhancing the outline of a peachy arse, the thick meat of his thighs bulging slightly. And when he turned to smile good morning, it was his thighs were not the only bulge present. 

Holy fuck. Maybe he's more tempting than crepes. Wait, how am I still able to get turned on right now? My dick physically hurts. 

"You look hungry, Pancake" Devon teased, following Briar's eyesight to his husband's backside before wiggling his eyebrows like a worm.