Kozy Killz #5 - Avi and Felix (Patreon)

I tried to squeeze a little bit of everything in here. I still have two or three more chapters to add some of the other suggestions. I don't

I tried to squeeze a little bit of everything in here. I still have two or three more chapters to add some of the other suggestions. I don't think the sex is as over the top as some of the core-four scenes are but hopefully you guys like it. It ended up way longer than I intened. Almost 7k words.

Felix

There were quite a few benefits to working across the street from his husband. Driving to work together. Sneaking away for lunch. Quickies in the backseat…or the coat closet…even the occasional bathroom stall. It was perfect. Just enough distance to get work done, but close enough to see each other whenever they needed. Felix had never imagined a downside to their proximity. 

Until today. 

Sitting in his usual seat in the back corner booth of their favorite cafe, the one on the ground floor of Avi’s building, right across from Felix’s studio, he was regretting everything. He liked the cafe not just for their delicious cortados but because the back corner booth was so tall there was no way for paparazzi to get a good angle of him. The mirrored wall also gave him the advantage of seeing them before they saw him. 

He often came to meet Avi or when he just needed a change of scenery. Today it was the latter. He sipped his coffee, quietly making updates to his Met Gala design. He only vaguely noted someone sitting in the booth behind him because it jarred him enough to have to erase an errant line. 

He glanced up just as a girl slid into her own seat in the booth, also facing the mirror. She looked vaguely familiar but maybe it was because she had the same snowy white complexion as his brother-in-law. They both looked like a Victorian child dying of consumption. He wouldn’t have paid her any mind if not for her eyes. They were a shocking ice blue, so light he noted them even in the mirror. She had white blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and her overfilled lips were covered in a matte red stain that made it looked like her lips were cracked and bleeding. 

White Walker. 

He snorted at the thought, noting the girls Gemini sports bra and matching zip-front jacket with the thumb holes. Those had been Felix’s idea. It could have been a coincidence that she was fitted in his husband’s clothing brand, but the most likely explanation was that she worked upstairs. Maybe she was a new employee or an intern. He took a sip of his cortado, then picked the stylus back up. 

“So what’s your big news?” the girl asked. 

“I’m totally going to bag me a sugar Daddy,” a man said, his voice dripping with smugness. 

Again, Felix snorted softly. Get your bag, sis. 

He’d just begun shading a rose on the silk jacket when he heard something that stopped him in his tracks. 

“Not this again. You have, like, no shot. None. Avi Mulvaney doesn’t even know you’re alive.” 

“You’re wrong,” the man countered. “He is definitely into me.” 

Felix rolled his eyes, but leaned back against the booth, content to eavesdrop. 

“Lies. He’s head over heels for his twinky little husband. Have you seen how many photos of him he has in his office? It’s practically a shrine. He never shuts up about him or their babies.” 

Tell him, girl. 

Felix preened. It was true. His husband was obsessed with him. Avi told him so every day. Felix loved him too, of course. Maybe he would ask Avi to give this girl a raise. The twink comment stung a little…but it wasn’t entirely untrue. 

“He likes me, I’m telling you. He’s always complimenting my designs,” the man insisted. “And when he came to my desk to ask my opinion about the fabric weight of the spring line he made a point of touching my back.” 

“He just touched your back?” 

“He said he was worried about my posture and I should ask for an ergonomic chair from the supply manager. Those are reserved for senior staff.” 

The girl snorted. “That is not the flex you think it is.” 

The man’s voice grew huffy. “He brought me coffee.” 

Felix could feel himself breathing a little faster. 

“He brought us all coffee,” she countered. 

“He knew my coffee order.” 

“You drink an americano. It’s literally half the staff’s coffee order.” 

“He finds excuses to talk to me.” 

“You're his intern, Kyle,” the girl admonished. “He has to talk to you. He has to talk to all of us.” 

“His kitten twink started out as his intern too, Brianna,” he shot back in the same tone. 

People really needed to stop calling him a twink. He looked down at his leather kilt and black and white polka dot blouse. Well, maybe not. He shook the thought away. Now was not the time for self-reflection. This slut intern really thought he was going to steal Avi from him. 

“You’re just gonna end up making a fool out of yourself,” Brianna warned. 

She was clearly attempting to be the voice of reason, but this kid seemed hellbent on embarrassing himself. Good. Let him. 

Kyle didn’t take the out. “Look at me. There’s not a person on the planet who would prefer that skinny little waif to me. Nobody is into heroine chic anymore. That look went out in the ‘90s. Besides, he's getting old. I bet he gets botox.” 

Nothing wrong with self-care, asshole. Besides, it was for maintenance. To prevent wrinkles. He was not about to grow old gracefully. 

“Everyone knows husbands get bored after the kids show up. They probably haven’t fucked in a year,” Kyle said. 

Felix rolled his eyes. They had sex almost every day. Especially now that the kids slept through the night. If anything, they had more sex now that the kids were there because they knew their free time was limited. This kid was an idiot. 

“It’s not like Felix birthed those kids. He hasn’t exactly let himself go. He was on the cover of vogue magazine wearing nothing but a red silk robe and pearls just two months ago and there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. He’s gorgeous.” 

“If you’re into that, maybe. But he’s still a dad. Dad’s aren’t sexy.” 

“A. He’s not a single dad,” Brianna said. “B. Avi is a dad, too, dumbass.” 

Kyle made a noncommittal sound that made Felix’s nostrils flare, his hands clenching his stylus tight enough to make his knuckles hurt. 

Brianna was making good points. Felix had just decided not to vote her off Gemini island when she said, “Don’t forget there’s no prenup, sweetie. I don’t care how good you think your ass is, he’s not gonna lose half of Gemini and his billion dollar inheritance just to get his dick wet. No matter how old and boring his husband gets.” 

We were rooting for you, Brianna. 

“I didn’t say I was gonna marry him,” Kyle said, his tone so self-satisfied, Felix pictured plucking his tongue from his mouth. “I just want him to pay my bills. Though I can’t help it if he decides he can’t live without me.” 

Felix and Brianna scoffed at the same time. Felix’s pulse skittered as Brianna’s eyes went to the mirror. Could she see him from this angle? She stared into the reflection for a long moment before she shook her head. “The delulu is strong in you. Say you seduce our golden retriever boss, marrying you means you become step-dad to two babies. You fucking hate kids.” 

“I hate kids but I love rich, stupid men,” Kyle said in a sing-song voice. “Besides, that’s what military school is for.” 

Kyle’s lifespan was growing shorter by the moment. He didn’t even want this man thinking about his children, no matter how fictional his relationship was with Avi. Felix would claw the man’s spleen out and eat it raw in front of him like he was Daenerys Targaryen before he’d ever let him near their children. He might do it right now, just as a cautionary tale to the other interns. 

Felix watched in the mirror as Brianna got to the bottom of her drink, wincing from the loud slurping sound she made before thunking the plastic cup back down on the table. “They’re not even out of diapers, dummy.” 

Kyle snorted. “Whatever. We’ll get a nanny or two or ten. Or his ex-husband can just take his rotten little crotch fruit with him. They’re not even cute.” 

Felix bit back a growl. Yeah, he was definitely going to make an example out of Kyle. 

“Maybe he can raise them with his true crime junkie bestie when he finally leaves that psycho husband of his,” Kyle said like he somehow had any control over Felix’s life. 

“Asa would never let that happen. They’re all weirdly codependent on each other. Freakishly so. Asa is never leaving Zane and Avi is never leaving Asa.” 

“Whatever. I’ll take both brothers. Two is always better than one. And I hear their both very…symmetrical. Imagine getting Eiffel towered by the Mulvaney twins? It might almost be worth putting up with his little brats.” 

Felix’s mouth fell open, mouthing ‘what the fuck’ to himself. He wished Zane was here now. Felix trusted Avi implicitly. There was no world where he would ever cheat on Felix much less leave him and their children, but listening to this asshole confidently planning to steal his man was making Felix question whether he could spend the next twenty years rocking prison orange if it meant shutting this idiot up. 

“Are you stupid? Mulvaney’s don’t get divorced,” Brianna said. 

Kyle made a dismissive noise. “Then I’ll just record him fucking me and sell my story to the tabloids like that bitch Bev whatever-her-name-did. She’s made millions just talking shit about her own son. It’s practically her full-time job.” 

“No, she sold her stories to the tabloids. Past tense. And then she disappeared. You can’t just fuck with a family like the Mulvaney’s. If Mr. Mulvaney found out you’re talking like this, he’d ruin your life.” 

“Now Avi’s Mr. Mulvaney?” Kyle asked. 

Brianna swayed into his view briefly. She was no longer pale, but now a Pepto-Bismol pink that made her look like a naked mole rat. “Not Avi. Thomas. Thomas Mulvaney might have retired but he’s still alive and well.” 

“Then I guess I’ll just have to stick to my sugar baby plan. But I’m not backing down. That golden retriever will be mine, at least until they pay me to go away.” 

“What do you plan to do about the fact that Felix is Jericho Mulvaney’s baby brother?” 

“He’ll get over it.” 

Spoken like someone who had no idea how fiercely protective Jericho was of him. 

“They’re all too deeply intertwined. They're like a nest of vipers, all wrapped around each other. If you disturb them in any way, they will bite you,” Brianna promised. 

“This is why you’re always single. You have no vision,” Kyle said, sounding irritated for the first time. 

Kyle would have no vision after Felix plucked out his eyes. 

Brianna was silent for a long moment, before finally asking, “You’re, like, just joking about this right? You don’t actually think Avi Mulvaney—a man who has his husband’s name carved across his heart—would ever give you the time of day?” 

This. 

“He already has.” 

Felix froze. His heart plummeted into his shoes.

Brianna’s mouth fell open. “What?” 

“That’s what I’m telling you. We totally fucked. Why do you think I offered to buy you a drink?” Kyle asked. “I needed to tell someone and he told me to keep it a secret.” 

Felix knew it wasn’t true. He knew it couldn’t be true. It didn’t stop the pain that shocked through his bloodstream. 

“Bullshit,” Brianna shot back, her shock evident. “You’re a liar.” 

“Hand to God.” 

Felix couldn’t take it anymore. He slid from the booth, stopping beside their table, looming over the two. 

“Which God exactly?” Felix asked. 

Brianna’s eyes went wide, flush scarlet from her chest all the way to her ears. Kyle’s mouth opened and closed but no words escaped. 

Felix folded his arms across his chest, looking Kyle up and down. He wasn’t Avi’s type at all. Well, maybe back in the day when he had no taste. This kid looked like he’d strolled right out of an early 2000’s Abercrombie catalog. His hair was a mousy brown, brown eyes, and a body that was—objectively speaking—nicely put together. It didn’t hurt that he was wearing a Gemini compression shirt so tight Felix could count his ab muscles…and there were several. 

“I-um, we were just-” Kyle pointed his finger back and forth between him and the girl who was already shaking her head no as if to disavow whatever bullshit Kyle was going to unleash. “I didn’t mean-” 

“You didn’t mean what?” Felix asked, enjoying watching him squirm. 

“Listen-” Kyle started, hands held out before him. 

“Oh, I’m all ears.”

“It wasn’t my intention for you to find out like this…or at-at all,” he stammered. 

“I’m sure it wasn’t, but I guess the golden retriever's out of the bag, so enlighten me. Why are you telling people you fucked my husband?” Felix asked. 

Kyle seemed to recover some of his wits. “Because I did.” 

“My husband wouldn’t lay a finger on someone like you,” Felix said, making sure to infuse his words with as much boredom as he could. 

“Yeah, well he did.” 

“Oh, really? When did this alleged indiscretion take place?” Felix countered. 

Kyle sneered at him. “Last night. It was incredible, too. He fucked me right on his desk with your pics right there.” 

A slow smile split Felix’s face. “Last night?” he parroted. “You were with my husband last night?” 

“That’s what I said,” Kyle said, seething when he noted Felix’s smile. 

“Kid, you’re full of shit, it’s no wonder your eyes are brown.” 

“Excuse me?” Kyle asked, clutching his imaginary pearls. 

“If you’re going to make up lies about my family, you better try to manufacture some receipts. Or at least pay attention to your surroundings. Avi picked me up around three in the afternoon yesterday along with the kids. We—along with the rest of the family—have a standing dinner date with my father-in-law.” 

Felix had never been more grateful for Thomas’s insistence they get together weekly, even if it was all a ruse to get his grandbabies under one roof so he could kidnap them for the night. Which was wht had happened last night. West and Oscar had spent the night with their cousins and uncle while Felix had spent the night playing in the sex dungeon with Avi, Zane and Asa. 

“My husband was definitely getting laid last night, but you certainly weren’t invited.” 

Brianna’s lip curled as she looked at the man across from her like he was a roach. “Why would you lie about that? That’s really weird.” 

Kyle shrugged. “Whatever,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Go and tell your husband all about it and have me fired. But he was definitely flirting with me and in another week or so, I would have had him in my bed.” 

Felix scoffed. “Sweetie, this isn’t a soap opera. If you could take my husband, he wouldn’t be worth keeping. But you’re welcome to keep trying. Watching people fail is kind of my kink. I eat that shit up. Your loser ass would keep me well-fed for weeks. Good luck, though.” 

Felix turned on the chunky heel of his combat boot, ready to storm away, but then remembered he had one last thing to say to Kyle. He turned, planting his hands on the table leaning in until the kid was practically cross-eyed trying to look at him. “One more thing. If you ever talk shit about my babies again, I will peel you like a fucking apple and use your skin to make my fucking spring line. Are we clear?” 

Kyle went chalky beneath his spray tan. “Yeah, sure.” 

Felix stood once more, noting the amount of people with phones in their hands. He put his shoulders back, head held high as he exited the coffee shop. He needed to call Thomas and let him know what happened before it ended up in the tabloids. 

He’d only made it to the sidewalk when Brianna caught up with them. 

“I’m really sorry,” she blurted. “I-I know we shouldn’t have been gossiping about your family. Please don’t have me fired. I really need this internship.” 

Felix waved his hand as if dismissing her words. “Honey, if I couldn’t handle being gossiped about, I wouldn’t have married a Mulvaney. But my children are off limits. They had no say in who their parents are. That said, I do have a way you can make it up to me.” 

Brianna nodded rapidly. “Sure, anything.” 

Felix gave her his sharpest smile. “Which desk belongs to Kyle?” 

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Felix didn’t go back to the office. Instead, he went upstairs to Gemini. As usual, the place was buzzing with energy. There was a constant white noise of people talking in low tones. Some sat in bean bag chairs, clearly on break, others were at their desks in front of computers. Since the remodel, the intern pool now sat to the left of Avi’s office, which was still completely made of glass. 

He stopped in Avi’s open doorway, leaning against the frame, staring at his husband fondly. While everyone in the office was required to wear Gemini gear, Avi was wearing a hot pink FNM hoodie from their collaboration, their combined logos on the front. He looked so hot when he was working, brow furrowed as he sketched over the sheet on his desk. Avi liked pencil and paper. He was old school like that. 

“Do you have the sketches for the new yoga line ready?” he asked tersely, without looking up. 

“I didn’t know it was my responsibility,” Felix teased. 

Avi’s head jerked up, a grin spreading across his face like it had been years, not hours, since they’d seen each other. 

“Hey, beautiful. What’re you doing here?” he asked, while making grabby hands in his direction. 

He frowned when Felix hesitated longer than what Avi deemed an acceptable amount of time. Felix didn’t know why he was hesitating. It wasn’t Avi’s fault he hired a douchy intern. But still, Felix’s ego was bruised and it was sort of Avi’s fault for being so hot and nice. 

He crossed the room to his husband, carefully gathering the six sketches and setting them gently on his drafting table before returning and settling himself on his husband’s desk. Avi gave a low hum of approval, large hands running along the exposed skin above Felix’s clunky combat boots. His breath caught as Avi met his gaze then forced his legs apart, palms disappearing beneath the knee length hem of his leather kilt. 

Felix’s heart thudded heavy behind his ribs, warmth pooling in his core like melted honey. Everyone could see them. Clearly Avi didn’t care. Felix didn’t care either if he was being honest. When Avi stood and stepped between Felix’s open thighs, he looped his arms around his husband’s neck. Avi cupped his face, slanting their mouths together in a kiss that had Felix’s toes curling and his lips parting for Avi to plunge his tongue inside. 

It wasn’t raw and desperate, they weren’t pawing at each other and moaning like porn stars, but it was more than enough to earn them a meeting with HR, even if they did own the company. Felix forced himself to pull back, bracing himself on his hands as he stared pointedly at his husband. 

“Who’s Kyle?” 

Felix almost laughed at the genuine confusion on his husband’s handsome face. He tilted his head like a befuddled puppy. “Who?” 

“Kyle. Your intern?” Once more, Avi looked baffled. Felix rolled his eyes. “Looks like a fucking Hollister poster come to life. Brown hair, brown eyes, too many muscles and not enough brain cells?” 

“Oh, him. Is that his name?” Avi asked, already sounding distracted as he leaned over into Felix’s space to nuzzle his neck, sucking painfully right over his fluttering pulse. It would definitely bruise.

Good, let them all see Avi’s marks on him. 

“You didn’t know his name?” Felix asked, tipping his head to give him better access, wrapping his legs around Avi’s hips, using the heels of his boots to urge him closer. 

Avi huffed out a laugh. “I haven’t bothered to learn a single intern’s name since you left.” 

Felix silently cursed the heavy leather material of his skirt when he realized it kept him from feeling Avi’s hardness against his own. “Then how do you refer to them?” Felix asked, breathlessly. 

Avi shrugged, pulling back to nip at Felix’s bottom lip, before kissing his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, pressing his lips against his ear to say, “I just walk over and ask them to do whatever I need done? Why do I need to know their names?” 

Felix’s underwear were starting to feel too constricting, the fabric tight across his aching cock. He was having a hard time keeping track of the conversation with all the prying eyes and Avi’s wandering hands. Were they filming this too? Would there be another scandal in the paper tomorrow? 

He hoped so. While he didn’t want another lecture from Thomas, his bruised ego did want the world to know that Avi was still his, that Avi still wanted him every bit as badly as he had back when Felix was his intern. 

Avi’s mouth found his again, kissing him slow and deep. 

“You must need to differentiate them in your head when you talk about them to HR and stuff. No?” he managed between kisses, determined to not do something that might get them arrested. 

Avi pulled back reluctantly, glowering at the pool of interns, who suddenly pretended that they hadn’t all just been gawking at them. “I have nicknames for them.” 

“Nicknames?” Felix repeated. “Like?” 

Avi shrugged once more. “Depends. That guy in the black glasses. I call him Clark Kent. The dude with the pointy face. I call him Ratatouille.” 

“Surely not to his face.” 

“Nah, I don’t really address them as anything out loud.” 

That was both dehumanizing and also very Avi-like behavior. His husband studied each of them like they were cells under a microscope. Felix bit back a laugh, as the interns began to quietly panic under Avi’s close scrutiny. That’s when he noticed Brianna had returned to her desk… and was making a point to not look at either of them. 

“What do you call her?” he asked, curiosity getting the better of him. 

Avi’s gaze fell to Brianna. “Ginger spice.” He pointed to a girl with short black hair at the desk beside Brianna’s. “Sporty spice.” He pointed to a kid wearing white jean shorts, a white Gemini hoodie and the ugliest knock off moon boots Felix had ever seen, snorted when his husband identified him as Posh spice.

“You nicknamed the interns after the Spice Girls?” Felix murmured. 

“Not all of them,” Felix said, looking at two others, both dressed in all black. “The two I call Wednesday and Coraline.” 

Felix grabbed Avi’s chin and gently directed his eyes back to him. “You’re ridiculous.” Avi swayed in, lips catching Felix’s once more, mouths lazily gliding over one another until Felix mumbled, “Can’t that be considered workplace harassment?” 

“Who cares?” Avi said, nibbling at his bottom lip even as his palms gilded further up Felix’s kilt, thumbs skimming over his bare inner thighs. 

Avi suddenly looked down. “Is this the skirt-thing you wore that night? That first night we were together? The night you begged me to ruin you right there in the sewing room?” 

“Begged you?” Felix echoed. “Hardly.” 

Avi groaned, dipping his head to bite his earlobe. “You were so hot that night. So bossy. So tight around me. I can’t believe you let me take your virginity bent over a table.” 

“It was hot. You were hot. And I was sad. I just needed to know if you were as good as I’d built up in my head,” Felix admitted, breathless. 

“I wish I hadn’t hurt you though,” Avi admitted. 

“I got what I wanted. You were my birthday present to myself. I got off thinking about it for weeks.” 

Avi groaned. “I’m so fucking hard right now, kitten. You’re killing me.” 

“You have employees right out there. Hell the door is still open,” Felix countered. 

“Yeah, but I need you. Like…right here. Right now,” Avi said, breathing out heavily through his nose as he crashed their mouths together. 

This kiss was greedy and raw, Avi fucking his tongue past his lips even as he pulled his hips flush against his own so he could feel how hard he was. 

Felix pushed him away. “Baby, I know we both have a little bit of an exhibitionist kink but we cannot fuck on your desk in front of the whole staff.” 

Avi stared at him, pupils blown and erection obvious in his black joggers. When Felix pointedly looked down at it, Avi made a half-hearted attempt to cover it with his hoodie. 

Avi jerked away from him suddenly, darting to his open office door, yelling, “Everyone get out. We’re done for the day.” There were various groans from the hourly employees until he added, “I’ll pay you time and a half for the whole day if you’re out of here in less than five minutes.” 

Felix bit back a smile as the employees scattered like they were fleeing for their lives, making for their desks to grab their essentials before all but running for the door. 

Once alone, Avi returned to Felix, catching him beneath his thighs, lifting him into his arms. Felix wrapped his limbs around his husband, clinging to him as he walked him out of the office. When he made to go to the sewing room, the site of their first hook up, Felix shook his head. 

“No. Not there,” he said. When Avi frowned, he pointed at the intern’s nook, pointing to the desk in the far corner. “That one.” 

Avi smirked, huffing out a small laugh before shaking his head, “Whatever you say. You’re the boss.”  

“I am, aren’t I?” he purred, attaching his lips to the side of Avi’s neck, shamelessly sucking a hickey in a place Avi couldn’t hide it. Not that he ever would. One of the benefits of marrying a psychopath was that they had no shame. They were never embarrassed. It was both a blessing and a curse. 

“Always, kitten. Always.” 

Avi settled him down on the large surface that was actually two U-shaped desks pushed together. Felix could feel the papers shift beneath him as he moved. 

“Come here,” Felix whispered, dragging Avi’s mouth down to meet his own, sighing into the kiss as Avi took over. 

They took their time, lips slotting together again and again as their hands roved under clothes. Felix made out with Zane all the time. They could lose hours just wrapped up in each other, all soft touches and lingering kisses. But Avi was rarely this accommodating, not because he wouldn’t do it if Felix asked, but because they were usually so desperate for each other things escalated quickly. 

Avi always made him feel like he’d die if he wasn’t inside him immediately. Or the other way around and Felix needed that. He needed that intensity, that rawness. That feeling like they needed to consume each other. 

But this was something different. Avi acted like they had all the time in the world, he kissed him like he couldn’t get enough, was touching every bit of him he could but without that same fervency they usually shared. 

Felix felt drugged, like his brain was wrapped in cotton. Every touch made his breath hitch, made his cock leak into his expensive underwear. It was like Avi had put some kind of spell on him. 

He couldn’t stop the low whine that escaped when Avi pressed a hand to Felix’s belly. “Lay down for me, kitten. I want to taste you.” 

Felix blinked at him through heavy lids, doing as Avi asked, pushing off whatever office supplies were in his way, placing his feet on either side of the desk where it jutted out. He was wide open for Avi, staring up at the industrial pipes that criss-crossed the ceiling. Avi sat in Kyle’s chair, then pushed the leather kilt out of his way, exposing the silk panties beneath. 

“Fuck, not the pearl thong,” Avi muttered. “You know that makes me crazy.” 

Felix bit back a moan as his husband licked his way up his inner thigh, before gently biting the meat there. Avi’s tongue ran along the string of white beads sitting between his cheeks, then tugged it with his teeth, his nose pressing just behind his balls. 

Felix shifted his hips restlessly, unable to stop the little sounds that escaped every time his husband’s lips touched his skin. He deftly untied the bows that sat at Felix’s hips, sliding the damp scrap of silk out of his way. Felix’s cock slapped against his belly, hard and leaking desperately. 

“Touch me,” Felix demanded. “Get me off.” 

Avi’s palms landed on his ass, spreading him open to lick around his entrance. 

“Oh, fuck,” Felix gasped, reaching down to squeeze his length, just trying to provide some relief. 

Avi didn’t seem in any hurry to get to the main event, seemingly content with driving Felix crazy, alternating between long licks and tiny swirls, nibbling at the skin before probing him with the tip of his tongue.

“Please,” he whispered. “You know what I want.” 

And he clearly did. He spit on his hole, then pushed a finger inside. Felix immediately rolled his hips, trying to get pressure where he needed it the most. 

“What’s wrong, kitten?” 

“Need more.” 

Avi laughed softly, pulling out then pushing back in with two fingers, curling his fingers just so. Felix jerked like he’d been electrocuted, vision whiting out at the sensation. 

“Harder,” he panted. “More.” 

Avi fucked into him harder. “Like this? This what you need?” 

Felix whined, nodding, then shaking his head, trying to think, to say something other than more, but he couldn’t. He was too busy working himself on Avi’s fingers. 

He cried out softly as his cock was suddenly engulfed in the wet heat of Avi’s mouth. He took him all the way, bobbing his head as he added another finger. Every time he pulled back, he dragged his fingertips along Felix’s prostate, setting off fireworks throughout his whole body. 

He threaded his fingers in Avi’s hair, trying to hold him in place so he could fuck up into his mouth, but Avi wasn’t having that. He curled his free arm around Felix’s waist lifting his lower half off the desk, holding him in place as he drove three fingers into him, still working him from root to tip with his mouth. 

“Oh, fuck. That feels so…hnf…please…fuck…like that…please. Oh, my God. What are you doing to me?” 

He couldn’t stop the words pouring from his lips like cool water or the panting breaths that punched from him every time Avi drove his fingers into him. He was blind to everything but the molten pleasure building in his core. He was already so fucking close and they’d just started. He felt desperate, needy in a way he hadn’t experienced in a while. 

Avi pulled off to say, “Fuck, kitten. You’re so fucking beautiful like this. I can’t believe you’re mine.” 

Felix almost came just like that, his words shocking through him like a physical touch, making him feel fizzy inside. Sometimes Avi’s lack of filter made Felix feel like his heart wasn’t meant to fit in his chest. It was too much. He was too much. 

“Oh, my God,” Felix cried, shockingly loud in the otherwise quiet office. “I’m close. I’m so close.” 

“Good. That’s good, kitten. Come on my fingers. Let me see you.” 

He closed his lips over Felix’s cock once more, taking him in and working him with a single minded intensity. 

“Oh, God. Oh, Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” 

He was too far past the point of no return, that heat growing and grown until he 

“I’m gonna come,” he warned, that feeling growing tighter and tighter inside of him until he just…snapped. 

He came with a high pitched whine, eyes rolling back as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. He could feel Avi swallowing around him, sucking every last drop from him. When he was completely rung dry, Avi let his cock slip from between his lips, gently removing his fingers and settling his hips back on the desk. 

“Give me two seconds and I’ll take care of you, baby,” Felix panted, trying to force the blood back to his brain. 

“Just hold yourself open for me, baby,” Avi said. 

Felix lifted his head to see Avi pulling his cock free from his joggers. He was hard and flushed. He used the pearly fluid at the head to ease his slide, jerking himself with little finesse. Felix was so enraptured, watching his husband, he’d almost forgotten he’d told him to do something. 

He spread his cheeks apart, earning a filthy fucking groan from his husband who wasn’t even attempting to hide that he was looking at Felix’s abused rim. Why was that so hot? He tried to keep his eyes open to watch his husband come but he could barely hold his head up. Even without his vision, Avi’s harsh grunting and the sound of his hand sliding wet over his cock was enough to have Felix’s own dick trying to rally. 

“Fuck. Fuck. That’s it. So pretty for me, so beautiful,” he muttered a second before he gave another almost pained groan. Felix sucked in a breath as he felt Avi’s release stripe across his hole and inside it. It seemed to go on forever. 

After a moment, he stretched out over Felix, rubbing his spent cock in the mess he’d left between Felix’s cheeks as he kissed him lazily. 

Avi fell back into the desk chair, then tugged at Felix’s hands until he sat up, slipping off the desk to lie across Avi’s lap. He hadn’t even bothered to tuck his dick back into his pants, he could feel his tacky skin where his skirt was still hiked up. He was definitely going to need a shower and a change of clothes. 

“So…what exactly did Kyle do to you that you felt the need to let me violate you on his desk?” Avi finally asked. 

Felix immediately started scowling at the mention of his name. “He told Ginger spice that you fucked him after work last night.” 

Felix looked up just in time to see his husband’s dumbfounded expression before he asked, “He what?” 

Felix huffed. “Please don’t make me say it again.” 

“Like I would ever touch someone like that. Besides, I was balls deep in you or Zane pretty much all night last night. I have the scratch marks down my back to prove it. So unless he was fucked by a secret third brother that Asa and I don’t know about, he’s making shit up.” 

Felix sighed, resting his head on Avi’s shoulder. “Oh, I know. I wasn’t afraid you were cheating on me.” 

“I should hope not,” Avi said indignantly. 

“He called our kids ugly,” Felix muttered. 

Avi made a sound that was borderline feral. “He what?” 

“He hates kids,” Felix said. “He said ours were ugly.” 

“I’m gonna fucking kill him.” 

Maybe Felix should have kept that last part to himself, but Avi’s increasing fury was really soothing all those inner insecurities Felix liked to pretend he didn’t have. Maybe it was petty of him…but Felix was fine being petty.

“Yeah, he called them my rotten crotch fruit or something like that.” 

“I’m definitely gonna fucking kill him,” Avi huffed, tightening his hold on Felix. 

“You can’t kill him for being a dick, not even if he’s a dick to our kids.” 

“I bet Dad would be okay with it if I told him what he said.” When Felix gave him a flat look, he rolled his eyes. “Fine, but he’s definitely fucking fired.” 

Felix patted Avi’s hand where it rested on his belly. “Fine, but can you do it at the end of the day. I just want the satisfaction of knowing he will sit at his desk all day tomorrow completely oblivious to the fucking dirty things you did to me right here.” 

Avi kissed his head. “Whatever you want, kitten.” 

“Whatever I want?” Felix asked, lifting his head to catch his gaze. 

“Always.” 

“Promise?” Felix asked, eyeing him warily.

Avi returned the dubious look. “You’re making me nervous, but sure.” 

“I need you to be my mannequin.” 

“Is this some kind of new sex thing?” 

“For the Met Gala, dummy. I have less than three months to finish your suit and mine and it has to be so much better than last year.” 

“You decimated the competition last year. You’ll do it again this year, too.” 

“Is that a yes?” Felix asked after a beat. 

“Of course. When?” 

“How about we go home and get changed and then you take me out to lunch before we go back to my studio?” 

“You want us to spend a whole day alone together?” Avi asked. “We haven’t done that in a while.” 

“I know. Asa and Zane have that interview thing with that crime show tonight. I’m sure Dad would watch the kids for another night.” 

“And all I have to do is let you stick pins in me for a couple of hours. I can handle that.” 

Felix jabbed a sharp nail into Avi’s ribs. “Careful or I’ll turn you into my own personal voodoo doll.” 

“Kinky.” 

They were silent for a moment, Avi absently rocking them in the chair. 

“I love you,” Felix blurted. “You know that right?” 

Avi’s breath caught, but he recovered quickly, tipping Felix’s face up to press their lips together in a chaste kiss. “I love you, too, kitten.”

Felix’s growling stomach ruined the mood. 

“Come on, baby. Let's get you changed and get you fed before you start getting hangry and make good on your promise to poke me with needles.” 

Felix scoffed, but kissed Avi’s cheek before slowly getting to his feet, retrieving his underwear but not putting them back on. “Like I would risk getting blood on that fabric.” 

They had only made it to the office door when the phone rang. Avi frowned. “It’s Dad.” He slid to answer it, putting it on speaker phone. “Hello?” 

It wasn’t Thomas who spoke but Aiden. “You two are up. We found another one of Jeffries' men. August has him holed up at the warehouse by the port but apparently someone decided that you all get a turn at offing a dirtbag. It's down to us, you guys and Archer and Mac who definitely can’t get here in time to handle this one. I suppose I could hit up Arlo and Dimitri, but they’re still awfully green.” 

“You don’t want to do it?” Avi asked Aiden.

“Oh, I do. But I’m saving the best for last. Besides, we have all the kids over. They're having too much fun to break them up now. Can you do it?” 

Avi looked at Felix, who shrugged. “As long as we can still get lunch first, we can go off some guy before we go to the office. It’s up to you.” 

“Yeah, sure,” Avi said. “Fuck it. I have to feed the kitten and we’ll have to hit the house first. Can August babysit until we get there?” 

“Yeah, no problem.” 

“Do we need to have Asa and Zane get the boys?” Felix asked. 

“Weren’t you listening?” Thomas interjected. “They’re staying over again tonight.” 

“I’m starting to think you might actually kidnap our children,” Felix said, frowning at the phone. 

“Just be careful and call me when its over.” 

When they disconnected, Avi huffed out a sigh. “Sorry to ruin our date.” 

Felix sprang up to kiss Avi’s cheek. “It’s not ruined. I still get food and a show.” 

“You’re not going to help?” 

Felix shrugged. “I’ll bring my claws just in case. Jeffries man might be a good stand in for Kyle.” 

“Oh…good point. Fuck Kyle.” 

“Yeah, fuck Kyle,” Felix cried. 

“But not really.” 

Felix made a face, lacing their fingers together as they exited the building. “Ew, of course not.”