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Asa’s husband was decidedly tipsy. He’d had at least two of those boozy hot chocolates, and he had zero tolerance for alcohol.
It was one of Asa’s favorite things about him.
“Don’t encourage this,” Felix admonished, turning to dig his fingers into Zane’s ribs until he squirmed with laughter. “You want to spend the night riding these idiots?”
Asa chuckled when Zane’s laughter died, his gaze growing hazy, his expression going dreamy as the idea clearly took hold.
“I mean…”
“Traitor,” Felix cried. “I’m doing this for you. Your little noodle legs get tired five minutes in, and then you start whining and crying, lips all pouty.”
“My hero,” Zane swooned.
Asa watched as his husband’s expression went from dreamy to crestfallen almost comically fast. He slapped Felix’s shoulder softly.
“That’s mean. My legs aren’t noodles. Do you know how much cardio I get by letting that lunatic”—Asa assumed he was the lunatic in question based on the aggressive pointing in his direction—“run me down in the woods like a deer?”
“It’s not an insult, baby,” Felix said, turning to kiss his pouting lips. “You’re just naturally lean. I’d kill to be able to eat like you and never gain a pound.”
“Don’t even joke about that,” Avi said, looking devastated at the thought. “I love your squishy thighs. They’re my favorite earmuffs.”
“Mine too,” Zane agreed happily.
Their conversation lapsed after that, with only the sounds of baby giggles and crashing blocks interrupting the Christmas movie playing softly in the background.
After about twenty minutes or so, Avi blurted, “So…was that a yes to you two facing off tonight? The twins’ bedtime is in an hour. Hell, if you want to make it interesting, you two could switch.”
“Switch?” Zane asked, twisting his head to look up at Avi, understanding finally dawning on him. “You mean like…switch…reindeer?”
Avi’s hand stroked Zane’s face. “Yeah, Zaney. You ride me. Kitten rides Asa…”
Zane whined, his fingers finding Felix’s hair and tugging at it, eyelids heavy.
Yeah, he was both drunk and horny.
Still, he deferred to them as always. “I’ll do whatever you guys want.”
Something like pride swirled in Asa’s chest. “Of course, you will, Lois. You’re always so good for us.”
Felix shook his head like he was disappointed. “You really need to work more on playing hard to get, Zaney. One ‘good boy’ and you fold like cheap IKEA furniture.”
Zane huffed out a breath that sounded more like he was blowing a raspberry, setting off Oscar and West, who had recently perfected their technique for maximum spit range.
Zane giggled at the babies, who were happily hosing Asa down with their saliva.
Fuck, he loved that sound. Almost as much as he loved the sounds of Zane crying and whimpering, begging to come.
Different sounds. Same man. Both capable of doing something strange to Asa’s insides.
He loved how happy Zane was…
Well. As much as he was capable of loving anything.
His husband waved a lazy hand wildly, almost smacking Avi in the face. “I just want to make everyone happy, Lixie.”
Avi, ever calm, let out a soft hum. “And you’re doing a great job, Zaney,” he said, his fingers going back to combing through Zane’s hair.
Zane stared up at Avi, catching his swollen bottom lip between his teeth. Avi was almost always the masochist, letting Felix do what he liked. But when it came to Zane, something about him seemed to bring out the predator in everyone.
