The Hawthorne mansion settled into its evening hush, the kind of quiet that filled the grand hallways and empty rooms with something almost peaceful after the chaos of the afternoon.
Outside, the sun had begun its slow descent, painting the manicured lawns in shades of burnt orange and deepening purple. Inside, the air carried different stories in different corners.
Camilo stood in his private bathroom, the one attached to his staff bedroom that he had decorated himself with potted plants and warm vanilla candles.
None of that softness showed on his face right now. He leaned against the cool marble counter, pink fluffy robe hanging open, the towel long gone from his hair so his dark damp curls fell around his sharp cheekbones. Between his lips, a thin cigarette burned slowly, the tip glowing orange with each inhale. Smoke curled toward the ceiling in lazy spirals as he looked down with cold, annoyed eyes.
Grayson was on his knees in front of him, those identical ginger curls that matched his twin brother's bouncing wildly as Camilo's hand fisted tight in them.
Camilo's two inch cock, slick and glistening, shoved in and out of Grayson's stretched, eager mouth with quick, punishing thrusts.
The wet sounds filled the bathroom, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck,Grayson's lips wrapped tight around the modest length as spit dripped down his chin and onto the bath mat below. His massive, shelf-like ass sat back on his heels, cheeks spread and jiggling every time Camilo yanked his head forward.
"Tell your fucking brother," Camilo growled between drags of his cigarette, voice sharp and accented, "to clean his fucking room next time. I am not your maid. I am not your mother. I am a live in housekeeper, which means I keep the house, not scrape your disgusting incest cum off the laundry room floor."
Grayson moaned around the cock in his mouth, eyes fluttering, but Camilo yanked his hair harder, forcing him to take it deeper.
"Don't you fucking moan at me like this is a reward. You two are disgusting. You hear me? Disgusting. Fucking your own twin brother. In my washing machine. While I was trying to enjoy my day off."
He thrust forward again, hips snapping as the cigarette dangled from his lips.
"Keep sucking. Don't you dare stop until I tell you. You're going to swallow every drop, and then you're going to march your ass and tell Elliot to get his nasty ass out of my bed and clean that room from top to bottom. Comprendes?"
Grayson whimpered around the cock, nodding as best he could with his mouth stuffed full. Camilo took a long, slow drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke toward the ceiling before looking back down.
"Good. Now be a useful little whore for once and make me cum. I have a bath to take after this, and I swear to God if I find one more oil stain on my clean towels, I will shove that broom so far up your ass you'll be tasting straw for a week."
Grayson's head bobbed faster, tongue working desperately along the underside of Camilo's cock, cheeks hollowing with eager suction.
The gluck gluck glucksounds grew wetter, louder, mixing with Camilo's low grunts of reluctant pleasure. On the bed in the next room, Elliot lay completely unconscious, sprawled naked across Camilo's expensive sheets, his own massive ass still red and gaping slightly from the broom incident earlier, cum dried in shiny streaks down his oiled thighs.
The atmosphere could not have been more different in Theo's room. Theo's bedroom was wrapped in warm, golden quiet. The black silk sheets were rumpled and pushed to the foot of the bed, replaced by a thick, impossibly soft duvet that Theo had pulled over both of them. He was curled against Kota's side like a contented cat, one slender arm draped across Kota's broad chest, face nuzzled into the curve of his boyfriend's neck. His breathing came slow and even, blond hair falling in soft waves across his forehead, lips slightly parted. The earlier tension, the jealousy, Beckett's cold critiques, all of it had melted away into this perfect, peaceful moment.
Kota lay on his back, one arm wrapped around Theo's shoulders, holding him close. His other hand rested on Theo's hip, thumb tracing slow, absent circles over the smooth skin just above the waistband of those ruined pink lace panties that were still technically on but completely askew.
He stared at the ceiling, feeling the steady rhythm of Theo's heartbeat against his ribs, letting the quiet wash over him. This was what he had been missing all along.
Not the sex, not the power, not the endless parade of desperate femboys throwing themselves at him. Just this. Someone warm and real, breathing softly against his skin, trusting him completely.
His phone buzzed on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with a notification. Kota ignored it at first, too comfortable to move.
Then it buzzed again. And again. And again, rapid fire, like someone was spamming him. He sighed quietly, careful not to wake Theo, and reached over with his free hand to grab it.
The new group chat was simply titled "Arch Anal Coalition of Seminal Indulgence v2." Beckett had created it two minutes ago, adding members with cold, clinical efficiency. The list of participants made Kota's eyebrows rise: himself, Beckett, Corey, Toby, Carter, Charlie, Mort, Gideon, Yuki, and Kin. Ten names total. He scrolled up to read Beckett's opening message, already dreading whatever robotic announcement was coming.
Beckett: "The next ritual convergence is scheduled for this Saturday in 3 days time at 22:00 hours. Location remains the same elevated domicile, Unit 11D. The revised compensation has been increased to 250 per participant, up from the previous 100. This adjustment reflects the enhanced spiritual demands and prolonged seminal extraction requirements. All members are expected to attend. The monolith has been recalibrated for maximum vibrational alignment. Absence will result in chakra dissonance and forfeiture of future compensation. Queries should be directed to this channel."
Kota barely had time to process the message before Charlie's reply exploded onto the screen in a wall of text so dense it looked like someone had copy pasted a novel. There was no punctuation anywhere, just one endless stream of consciousness that somehow captured Charlie's bubbly, anxious energy perfectly even in text form.
Charlie: oh my god oh my god oh my god this is so exciting i was actually a little confused why there wasnt a meeting last sunday because i kept checking the group chat and nobody said anything and i thought maybe i missed the notification or maybe my phone was broken because sometimes it doesnt load messages properly and i was really worried that i had been kicked out or something because i know i talk a lot and maybe that annoyed someone but i didnt want to ask because that would be awkward and then i started overthinking it like what if the whole thing was cancelled and nobody told me or what if they moved it to a different day and forgot to update me and i just sat at home all sunday staring at my phone waiting for a message that never came but now beckett says its saturday and thats actually perfect because i dont have work on saturday which means i can stay as long as i want and i wont have to leave early like last time when i had that early shift at the restaurant and i was so tired the next day i almost fell asleep standing up at the host stand and my manager yelled at me but i didnt care because it was worth it because the ritual was so amazing and i felt so connected to everyone and my chakras were so aligned i swear i was glowing for like two days after and two hundred and fifty dollars is so much money i can finally buy that new crystal set i saw online the one with the rose quartz and amethyst and i can also pay my roommate back for the electric bill that i was short on last month oh wait am i talking too much again i always do this when i get excited my brain just goes a million miles an hour and my fingers cant keep up and i probably should apologize for the long message but i already typed it all and it would take forever to delete and rewrite so just ignore the rambling part okay but seriously im so happy and i cant wait for saturday and i promise i wont talk as much during the actual ritual even though i probably will because thats just who i am but ill try really hard this time thank you beckett for organizing this again youre literally the best"
Kota stared at the wall of text for a long moment, blinking. He could practically hear Charlie's rapid fire voice in his head, the way the words would tumble out without a single pause for breath. Before he could type any kind of response, his phone started buzzing again, this time with an incoming call. Corey's name lit up the screen.
Kota answered quietly, keeping his voice low so he wouldn't wake Theo. "Hello?"
Corey's voice burst through the speaker with that same manic energy he always had, white dyed hair probably bouncing wherever he was standing. "Kota! Mate! How's my favorite cutie doing? Listen, I've got some news. Our show? It's tonight. In about an hour and thirty minutes. I'm coming to pick you up right now, no arguments."
Kota sighed, already sensing there was more to this than a simple invitation. "Corey, what's the real reason you're calling me?"
There was a pause on the other end, then Corey let out a sheepish little laugh. "Okay, okay, you got me. So here's the thing. Tob's in poor spirits. Like, really bad. He's too scared to drum. Keeps saying he's going to mess up the whole set and let everyone down and ruin the band's big debut. He's been hiding in the van for the last hour, shaking like a leaf. I tried fingering him to calm him down, but it didn't work this time. He needs something more."
Kota rubbed his forehead. "And you think me fucking him is going to fix his stage fright?"
"Absolutely," Corey said without hesitation. "He gets all confident after you wreck him. You know how he is. Call him a good boy, and he gets all smiley and relaxed. I need that Toby for the show, Kota. The one who believes in himself. Not the one who's curled up in a ball crying about tempo. So yeah, I was hoping you could, you know, fuck him into shape. And also…" Corey's voice dropped into a playful, suggestive purr. "There's going to be an after song event. Special backstage passes, if you catch my drift. Just for you. The whole band. Me, Toby, Mort, Gideon. All of us. Waiting. Ready. For you."
Kota was quiet for a moment, processing. The whole day had already been a whirlwind of emotions, the date, the sex, the raw intimacy with Theo, and now this. A concert. The band's first real show. And apparently he was being recruited as both a therapist and a reward. He glanced down at Theo, still sleeping peacefully against his chest, and felt a wave of affection wash over him. But Theo was out cold, and Kota's body still hummed with restless energy.
"Fuck it," Kota said finally. "Why not."
Corey let out a whoop of victory. "Yes! That's my cutie! I'll be there in twenty minutes. Be ready!"
The call ended, and Theo stirred against Kota's chest, blinking sleepily. His voice came out soft and groggy, still thick with the remnants of their earlier passion. "Mmm… what's happening, darling? Who was that?"
Kota looked down at him, brushing a strand of blond hair from his forehead. "Corey. He invited me to a concert. Their band is playing their first real show tonight."
Theo's eyes brightened, a genuine smile spreading across his tired face. "That's wonderful, Kota. I'm so happy for you. You deserve to go have fun. You've been through so much lately with the kidnapping and everything." He paused, then added shyly, "Will you tell me about it later? I want to hear everything."
Kota leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Theo's forehead. "I will. Promise." Then he hesitated, a slightly awkward expression crossing his face. "Theo… can I pretty please borrow one of your cars? Corey's van is… well, you've seen it."
Theo giggled, the sound light and sleepy and full of affection.
"Darling, I have eight cars. Losing one for the night isn't going to hurt me. Take whichever one you want." He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a set of keys, pressing them into Kota's palm. "But please, use Gerald the AI to drive. I don't want you crashing because you're distracted or tired. Let him handle the navigation. Promise me."
Kota nodded, squeezing Theo's hand. "I promise. Gerald can drive."
Theo smiled contentedly and snuggled back down into the pillows, already half asleep again. "Good. Have fun, my love. Text me when you get there. I'll be here when you get back."
Kota slipped out of bed carefully, pulling his clothes back on in the dim light of the bedroom. He tucked the keys into his pocket, gave Theo one last lingering look, and quietly slipped out of the room, closing the door with a soft click. The mansion hallways were quiet and still, the distant sounds of Camilo still scolding Grayson somewhere far away fading into silence as Kota made his way toward the garage where Theo's fleet of expensive cars waited.