Let Them Eat Cake - Birthday Fic Part 2 Zane/Felix (Patreon)

Unbeta'd, unedited, just more smut and fluff but this time with my feelings faction babies of the core-four. This one is pretty dirty and in

Unbeta'd, unedited, just more smut and fluff but this time with my feelings faction babies of the core-four. This one is pretty dirty and involves cum eating so...you know...there's that. 

Zane was sore but sated. He and Asa had stayed up late eating cake in the bathtub, then watching a horror movie that was more silly than scary, before fucking the night away until Zane literally passed out underneath him in the early morning hours.

Now, he floated to consciousness in increments, his brain taking note of things far before he was ready to crack open swollen eyelids. He was in bed. Someone warm and sleek, with petal soft skin laid on top of him, as comforting as a weighted blanket, smelling of herbs and flowers.

Somewhere to his left, he heard the shower running, the way the water hit the tile letting Zane know someone was already under the water. Asa. He vaguely remembered him saying he had a meeting at nine-thirty but he’d cancel for Zane if he wanted. Zane had told him not to bother. He wanted to sleep in and be lazy, maybe watch a K-Drama with Felix if he got home early enough.

Soft lips pressed against Zane’s temple, making him smile and bury his face in silky tresses, inhaling deeply. He made a happy sound, his arms coming around Felix before trying to push his face against his neck where his scent was always strongest.

“Morning, baby,” Felix whispered against his ear, teeth catching his earlobe in a nibble that made Zane’s morning hard-on twitch with interest.

“Mmm. Hi, Lixie,” he mumbled, still not opening his heavy lids. “You’re back already? What time is it?”

“It’s already eight-thirty in the morning, sleepyhead. Late night?” he teased, kissing his cheek, his jaw, any place he could trail his lips over without either of them having to move. Zane made a noise in the affirmative. Felix ghosted his lips over Zane’s, dipping his tongue inside when his lips parted easily. “It's my turn to celebrate your birthday with you, Zaney.”

Something withered inside Zane’s chest at the word, just as it had the night before. It was clear none of them were going to let this birthday thing go uncelebrated. But last night was…lovely. Intense. Different.

Sexy.

Maybe birthdays with his found family—his chosen family--could be different. He wanted them to be different. He didn’t want to dread getting another year older because Beverly had made a point of telling Zane what a burden he was every year on that day. He forced himself to push thoughts of her out of his brain. She didn’t deserve the space. She never had.

Felix licked the tip of Zane’s nose, bringing him back to the present.  “Did you fall asleep again?”

“No,” he murmured, petting over Felix’s hair. “I’m awake. Stay with me.”

Felix shifted his hips where they rested against Zane’s, using his legs to push Zane’s wider, letting him feel his hard length pressed against his hip through the silk robe he wore. “Oh, I’m gonna,” he said, his voice promising something filthy, making Zane shiver. “Can I give you your present now?”

“Do I have to open my eyes for it?” Zane asked. “I’m so sleepy.”

Felix laughed, his voice breathy and low in that way that made Zane’s brain happy. Felix’s voice was Zane’s Xanax. Felix didn’t talk, he purred. “No, baby.” He sucked on Zane’s bottom lip, biting it gently, then releasing it. “All you have to do is lay here and let me take care of you. Can you do that?”

“Uh huh,” Zane said on a sigh, burrowing deeper into his pillows, letting the tension drain from him.

“Good boy.”

Felix’s weight shifted down his body, the way the mattress dipped telling Zane he was kneeling between his open thighs, making Zane very aware that he was still very naked from the night before. Felix made an appreciative sound, small hands landing on Zane’s chest and squeezing, before running all the way to his thighs and back again like he was getting Zane used to his touch. Sometimes Zane felt like he knew Felix and Asa’s touches more than his own.

Zane loved being touched, loved the way Felix would pet and caress him, hold him and kiss him, as soft as Asa was hard. They were the perfect counterbalance for each other. If Felix’s present to him was simply running his hands all over Zane’s naked body, he would die happy.

Zane choked on an inhale as nimble fingers teased over his nipples then tugged gently. A broken moan escaped as he wiggled restlessly. But Felix’s hands were already on the move again, nails scraping their way down his body once more, leaving a pleasant sharp sting in their wake.

“Mm, feels good, Lix,” Zane whispered, back arching into the touch like he was the cat and not Felix. “Love when you touch me. Love it so much.”

Asa would have mocked him, would have made him cry and beg, would have taunted him…and Zane would have loved it. He would have been leaking from it. But Felix, there was a smile in his voice as he crooned, “I know you do, baby. I love touching you. Always so good for me. So pretty and sweet. My soft baby.” He wrapped his warm palm  around Zane’s cock and gave it a squeeze. “Mm, my hard baby,” he corrected, stroking him lazily. “Fuck. I missed you. I missed this. Promise me we’ll never stop doing this.”

Zane finally cracked bleary eyes at Felix’s breathless urging, giving him  a sleepy smile when he realized he was staring up at him, his heart feeling so full. How could he love them all so much, but so differently. “I promise. We’ll never stop. I’ll need you forever. Want you to touch me forever.”

“Good. That’s good. So good,” Felix was saying, watching himself jerk Zane, pink tongue poking from the corner of his mouth like he was concentrating.

Fuck, he was beautiful like this. He wore a navy blue silk robe with orange birds of paradise all over it–they’d bought it on their trip to Paris–his smooth chest exposed to show the Mulvaney tattoo on his sternum, his long dark hair flowing in waves to brush just past his shoulders.

“Oh, fuck, Lix, feels so good,” he moaned, eyes closing once more, working himself into Felix’s dry fist.

Felix made an ambiguous noise, giving a few more strokes before his hand disappeared. Zane whined, opening his eyes again to give Felix a pout. When Felix saw it, he giggled, shifting upwards to smack a hard kiss on his lips. “Don’t sulk. You’ll like this next part even better. Just close your eyes and relax. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Felix slid down the bed once more, lying on his stomach between Zane’s legs, pressing a soft kiss to his inner thigh. Zane did as he was told, closing his eyes again. It was always a little more intense when he couldn’t see what came next. Felix dropped a kiss to his knee, bit gently at each thigh, dragged his teeth over the skin of his hip bones, then ran his tongue along the underside of  Zane’s cock…

Zane gave another contented sigh, waiting for Felix’s mouth to close over his aching erection. Instead, the hand disappeared altogether leaving Zane feeling untethered. He whined his displeasure.

“Open your legs for me, Zaney, nice and wide,” Felix said, voice soft but leaving no room for argument. Not that he’d ever argue with that.

He did what Felix asked, then bent his knees and planted his heels on the mattress, waiting, his breaths coming quicker from the anticipation. Zane didn’t know what he’d been expecting—fingers, maybe—but when Felix palmed his ass and spread him open, the last thing he expected was the broad sweep of his tongue across his abused hole.

He sucked in a sharp breath, eyes flying open.

Zane curled upwards just enough to look down at Felix’s head. “You can’t. I haven’t…we didn’t…Asa…you know…” Zane didn’t know how to say he was still stuffed full of his husband's cum from the numerous times he’d bred him last night, without sounding…dirty. They’d taken a bath, but then they’d had sex again after…more than once. His hand fell to his belly. “I’m still so full.”

“Oh, I know,” Felix murmured, voice raw with lust. “I can see it leaking out of you. Did he fuck you so good, baby? Did he fill you up all night?” Felix asked, sounding a little awestruck, his thumb pressing against his rim like he was trying to milk it out of Zane. “Fuck, baby, there’s so much.”

“Oh, fuck,” Zane moaned. “You don’t have to…you can just use your fingers, maybe?”

“Shh,” Felix said. “You’re supposed to just lie back, remember? Be good for me. Okay? Can you do that?”

Zane let his head fall back against the pillow, throwing a hand over his eyes, waiting for Felix to slide his fingers inside of him. He could be good for him. Instead, Felix tipped Zane’s hips upwards, spreading him wider before his lips closed over Zane’s rim, sucking at his entrance.

Holy fuck. Felix was…Oh, God. This was so dirty, so wrong. They both groaned, the vibrations of the sound against his most vulnerable spot causing goosebumps to erupt along Zane’s skin. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He lifted his head to look down at Felix once more, but he had his eyes closed, a blissed out expression on his face like eating Zane’s ass was some kind of holy experience.

Zane had to admit, he was feeling…rapturous. Felix was so fucking good at this.. His tongue swirled around his entrance, then probed him as deep as he could, fucking his tongue into him like he was trying to see how deep inside him he could go, pressing his nose against Zane’s perineum just so he could get even deeper. Fuck, did Zane still taste like Asa? Would he taste Asa on Felix’s tongue when they kissed? Was Felix fucking Asa’s cum back into Zane’s fucked out hole?

“Oh, holy fuck, Felix. Felix…” he babbled, his back arching off the bed, trying to fuck himself on the soft tongue buried inside him, whining when it still wasn’t enough.

Felix’s arms snaked under and around Zane’s hips, holding him in place as he tried to press even deeper, impossibly deep. Zane’s eyes were rolling in his skull, his nerve endings on overdrive like he’d taken a hit of Ecstasy, every movement sending lightning bolts of bliss through his system, causing his cock to drool onto his stomach. Zane’s fingers twisted in Felix’s dark tresses, not sure if he was trying to drag him away or force his tongue deeper.

Felix pulled back, holding him open so he could go back to sweeping his tongue over him, licking at him with delicate laps, like a cat with a bowl of milk. Zane writhed beneath him, trying to be good, trying to just lay there as Felix sent him hurtling towards orgasm number God-knows-what in the last twenty-four hours.

“Oh, God, Lix. Your tongue…” Zane whined. “Oh, your tongue. Your tongue. So good. So, so so fucking…” he trailed off, his fingers twisting in Felix’s hair until he worried he might tear it out at the roots.

The bathroom door opened with a slight protest. Zane let his head loll on his shoulders to stare at his naked husband, a white towel thrown around his shoulders. Felix didn’t even break his rhythm, working Zane on his tongue, fingers digging bruises into his hips.

Asa grinned, leaning against the doorframe. “Enjoying your present, Lois?”

Zane opened his mouth to try to say something but all that came out was an embarrassing sound somewhere between a whine and a moan as Felix sucked at him noisily again, making his intentions clear to all involved. Fuck. Was Felix trying to kill him?

Asa chuckled, pushing off the door frame, whistling a pleasant tune as he sauntered through the open door of their walk-in closet like his brother-in-law wasn’t eating his husband out like there was a prize at the bottom.

His life was so weird, he thought fleetingly. But so fucking amazing. “Felix, Felix, Felix,” Zane whined, desperately needing more…something.

Felix ignored him, working his entrance sloppily, the sounds filling the room nothing short of pornographic. Felix’s long nails dug into Zane’s hips, trying to hold him still as he licked and nibbled and destroyed the last remnants of Zane’s already depleted brain function.

“Felix,” he wailed, tugging harder on his hair. “Please. Fuck. Please.”

Felix finally looked up, chin and lips coated in his own spit and Asa’s cum. “What’s wrong, baby?”

Zane moaned as his dick leaked more precum onto his belly at the sight. “I-I need…”

“You need…” Felix prompted, clearly teasing Zane, his hand already unwrapping from one hip to slide between his cheeks, a finger teasing his rim. “This what you need, pretty baby?”

“Yes,” Zane begged. “That, I want your fingers. Fuck me with them, please?”

“Yeah?” he asked, a grin spreading across his face as he pressed inside to the first knuckle. “Like this?”

He was still toying with him. “Deeper.”

Felix slid in a bit more. “Here?”

“Felix,” Zane whined. “Stop teasing.”

He heard Asa’s filthy laugh from somewhere deep in the closet.

Felix rubbed his thigh soothingly with his free hand. “Okay, baby. Okay. Cause it's your birthday I’m going to give it to you how you like it, okay?”

Zane made a noise of disappointment as Felix’s finger disappeared entirely, then gasped as two fingers drove all the way home to the last knuckle with a wet sound. Zane’s eyes went wide, his hips coming off the bed. “Oh, fuck.”

“Whatever you did, I think he likes it,” Asa called, voice filled with laughter.

“Mm,” Felix agreed, mouth running along Zane’s thighs, his belly, his ass cheek, as he fucked his fingers in hard and fast, like how Asa had fucked him just a couple of hours ago. “This what you needed? Huh? Fuck do you hear how fucking wet you are? I don’t even need lube.”

“Yes. Fuck, yes. Oh, God,” Zane panted, his cock painfully hard and leaking. “You can add another finger. I want to feel full. Please. Make it hurt a little.”

“Fuck, baby. You’re killing me,” Felix murmured. “I feel like this is my birthday present. Damn.”

Zane was absolutely going to burst if he didn’t get some much needed friction. He reached down to stroke himself, but Felix slapped him away with his free hand. “Don’t touch.”

Zane whined. “But it's my present.”

Asa’s laugh this time was mocking. Zane glared in his general direction even though he couldn’t see him.

Felix grinned, all teeth and meanness, but so fucking beautiful. Then he met Zane’s gaze, tongue licking over the precum rolling down his shaft, making a show of it. Zane choked on a sob just as Felix swallowed him down, taking Zane to the back of his throat. Before Zane could even adjust to the tight, wet heat of Felix’s mouth, he pulled out, then fucked four fingers back into him, setting a brutal pace without giving Zane any time to adjust.

“Ohhh, Oh, Oh, God,” Zane wailed. “What are you doing to me? This…oh, fuck.”

Asa appeared once more, dressed for work. Zane tried to keep his eyes on him, but Felix was just fucking ruining him, he couldn’t think, couldn’t concentrate on anything but the pulses of mindnumbing pleasure coursing through him and making him fucking stupid.

Asa crouched beside him, teasing Zane’s nipple even as he caught his lips in a dirty kiss that lingered. “I gotta go, Lois,” he said against Zane’s panting, parted lips, like he wasn’t being taken apart right in front of him. “I’ll call you at lunch, okay?”

“Hnf,” was all he managed as Felix hollowed his lips and bobbed his head, sucking the soul from Zane’s body.

Asa snickered. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He stood once more. “Have fun you two. No working today, Lois. And if you don’t eat the rest of the cake, don’t leave it on the side table or the housekeeper will yell at us…again.”

Zane heard his words but was comprehending nothing, his higher thought processes had devolved into more, more, more, please, harder, faster. “Oh, fuck, Lix. I’m so close. Please, I’m so close. Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

“Fuck, Lois. You look so hot like this.”

Felix’s fingers curled inside of him, making him scream just as Asa bent down and stroked his cheek, muttering, “Fuck,” under his breath as he watched Zane fall apart. Finally, he shook his head, like he was trying to clear it, then stroked a fond hand over Felix’s hair before heading to the door. “Love you, boys.”

He didn’t wait for a response. Felix was busy and Zane wasn’t capable. The sounds of the room were getting to Zane, making him feel like one raw nerve. Heavy panting breathing, the squelching of Felix’s fingers fucking mercilessly in and out of Zane’s still messy hole, the loud sucking noises of Felix’s mouth working Zane’s cock.

Just when he didn’t think he could handle one more thing, Felix took the pads of his fingers and ground them against Zane’s prostate. That was it, light exploded behind his eyes and his release locked up his body, his thighs clamping Felix’s shoulders in a vice-grip as he cried out, coming so hard his vision went fuzzy.

Felix sucked him through his orgasm, working him until he shivered and gently pushed against him. Fingers eased from his body, leaving a dull ache in their wake that Zane would feel all day.

He sucked in heavy gasps of air, a smile on his face as his body melted into the mattress. Then remembered Felix still hadn’t gotten off. “Lix, come here. Your turn. I want to make you come.”

“No, this is about you,” Felix said.

“Then just sit on my chest and jerk off, I want to watch you. You look so pretty when you touch yourself. Come in my mouth, please? Please? You know I love watching you, so pretty. I love the way you taste. Please, Lix?”

Felix blinked at him, then gave him a grin. “Asa’s right. You are a menace,” Felix said, but he was already sliding to do as Zane asked.

Zane watched, lids heavy as Felix moved to straddle his chest, silk robe trailing deliciously against Zane’s overheated skin, falling open around Felix’s thighs where they rested. He braced one hand on the wall and came up on his knees, looking down at Zane as he took his pretty cock  in hand. There was no finesse to his movements. It was clear he was far more concerned with getting off than how he looked doing it.

But he looked beautiful, perfect, all that golden skin peeking from beneath his robe, his wide brown eyes all pupil, lashes casting shadows on his high cheekbones, the veins on his arms standing out as he worked himself with intent, full bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

“Oh, fuck. You look so pretty, Lix. You’re so fucking perfect. I wanna watch you come. I wanna taste it. Please? Please?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Felix said the last word catching on a moan.

Zane’s lips parted on instinct, he knew Felix’s tells almost as well as Asa’s. He stuck his tongue out just as Felix came, his release spurting over not only Zane’s lips and tongue, but his cheeks, nose and lashes, causing him to close his eyes before he ended up looking like he had pink-eye.

Bruises were hard to explain to the press, having to make an official statement that he didn’t have pink-eye but a husband with really good aim–or bad aim–-was impossible. As soon as Felix carefully sat back down on Zane’s chest, breathing heavy, they both burst out laughing.

“Keep your eyes closed,” Felix warned, still laughing.

Zane felt the bed shift slightly, then right itself. Felix dabbed at Zane’s eyes with a tissue from the side table, still giggling. “Okay, you can open your eyes.”

Zane blinked them open, then smiled up at Felix. “Hi.”

“Hey, Zaney.”

Felix slid off his chest than sat cross-legged beside him on the bed facing him. “Did you enjoy your birthday last night?” he asked with a smirk.

Oh, right. That. Zane punched Felix in the thigh, the closest thing to him while lying down. “I can’t believe you fucking told Asa what I said about him not being able to fuck me without hurting me. What happened to the bro code?”

“You didn’t ask me to keep it a secret,” Felix reminded, reaching over Zane to grab the near-destroyed cake from the side-table bringing the whole thing into his lap.

Zane gave him another sullen look. “I didn’t think I had to. We were drunk.”

“You were drunk,” Felix said, swiping a finger through the buttercream frosting. “I was tipsy.”

Zane slapped his thigh hard just as Felix smeared frosting across his lips.

Felix balked at Zane, then rubbed his thigh. “Ow. You don’t have to hit me.”

“You didn’t have to tell Asa what you did,” Zane said, licking the frosting from  his lips.

Felix sighed. “Okay, maybe not, but violence is never the answer.”

Zane snorted. “We’re Mulvaneys. Even if the question was multiple choice three of the answers would be violence and the last would be violence in cursive. You have an entire jewelry collection that doubles as a weapons collection.”

Felix rolled his eyes. “Was the sex that bad?”

Zane scoffed. “Is it ever?”

“Was it good?” he prodded.

Zane swiped a finger through the cake and offered it to Felix who sucked it from his finger. “Yeah. Yeah, it was actually kind of amazing.”

Felix narrowed his eyes. “Hah. I knew it. I want every single dirty detail.”

“Fine. Later. Can we eat cake in bed and watch Vincenzo?” Zane asked, then added quickly, “Unless you’re going to the office. You don’t have to waste the whole day with me.”

Felix’s lips flattened and he reached out, pinching Zane’s ribs until he yelped. “I swear to god, I’m going to actually spank you. I am spending the whole day here in bed with you. We’re gonna eat cake and watch Vincenzo—” he gave a pornographic moan— “Because, you know, Song Joong-Ki is so fucking hot. Then we’re going to order all the apps from Cheesecake Factory and wash them down with the champagne that’s been in the fridge forever. Okay?”

“Yeah,” Zane said, blinking back tears. “Yeah, okay.”

“Good,” Felix said, still glowering at him. “Spending time doing nothing with you is never a waste, Zaney. It’s literally my second favorite thing to do with you.”

“Second favorite?” Zane asked, arching a brow.

“Mm, we just did my first favorite,” he said, breaking off a bite-size piece of cake and feeding it to Zane. “Are you comfy like this?”

Zane frowned, thinking about it for a minute before he shook his head. “Let's take a shower first and then go do all this in the spare room on clean sheets. Okay?”

“Sure, baby,” Felix said, carefully replacing the cake on the side table before standing and pulling Zane with him.

They don’t speak again until they’re both standing under the shower, scalding water sluicing over their muscles from the three shower heads directed at them. They took turns washing each other's bodies, shampooing and conditioning each other's hair before jerking each other off one more time.

Just as Zane turned the water off, Felix grabbed him and pressed him against the heated tile. “Zaney?”

“Yeah?”

“Your mom is an evil slut-face, cunt-bag whore,” Felix said.

Zane barked out a surprised laugh. “Yeah, I know.”

Felix kissed his forehead. ‘But you…you’re the loveliest person I know. Please don’t let her ruin your birthday for you. She doesn’t exist in this world we’ve created. She’s not one of us. She’s not your family anymore than Noah’s mom is his. We’re your family and we all love you.”

Zane blinked rapidly, tears stinging his eyes. “Don’t make me cry now.”

Felix rubbed his thumbs under Zane’s eyelids, catching his tears. “I’m not trying to make you cry. I just want you to know that you have a huge family who loves you and sees value in you. The only reason Beverly is still alive is because she did us the favor of actually giving birth to you.”

Zane sniffled. “Shut up,” he whispered.

Felix grinned. “But one day she’s going to overplay her hand and Thomas is going to let Asa and Avi rip her spine out like that finishing move in Mortal Kombat.”

Zane hugged Felix, letting his head rest on his shoulder. “So now you’re saying that violence is the answer?”

Felix scoffed. “When it comes to her? Violence is the only answer.”

“Love you, Lix.”

“Love you, too, Zaney. Happy Birthday.”

Zane waited for the dread to piece him at the words, but there was nothing, just this warm, fuzzy feeling. “Let’s go eat cake naked in bed.”

“I’ll get the cake.”

Zane grinned. “I’ll get the champagne.”