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Horror gently pushed the bedroom door open, careful not to off balance the tray and cause it to tumble to the ground. The moment the door creaked open he was greeted by muffled moans and the sweet smell of apple.
A grin spread across his face.
He walked into the room and set the tray on one of the nightstands so it would be easy to reach later. A broken whine drew his eye to the bed.
Nightmare lay on his back with his head propped up on a few pillows. His hands were cuffed to the bed and his legs were tied to the bedposts, forcing him to keep them spread. His ecto was summoned and had been for a while now. In his mouth was a gag that muffled any noise he made
Killer sat between Nightmare’s legs. He ghosted his fingers along the inside of Nightmare’s thighs and would dip the tips of his fingers inside of Nightmare. He would pull them out and play with Nightmares hole for a moment or two before paying some attention to his clit. Then the process would start all over again.
Atop Nightmare’s stomach sat Cross. He sat hunched over slightly so that he could reach Nightmare’s breasts. He fondled and rolled them, sucking on the nipple of one till it was puffy and hard before he switched to the other one. His position also worked to keep Nightmare’s spine pinned to the bed so he was unable to summon his tentacles.
Dust sat higher up the bed beside Nightmare’s head. He would run his finger along the rim of Nightmare’s eye socket before dipping inside it to do the same on the inside of his skull. With his other hand he would trace patterns down Nightmare’s sides.
Horror placed the tray off to the side - close enough to be reached at any moment, but far enough to not risk it being knocked over - before climbing onto the bed.
Killer greeted him with a joke and Horror rumbled back one of his own, pressing a kiss to Killer’s lips. He did that to each of his mates, purring out some kind of compliment.
God, how he loved his mates.
How beautiful Killer looked when in the dark, his soul casting a red glow that danced along his bones. It made him look like something forbidden but demanded attention non the less.
The way Dust would slump against him when tired. How adorable he looked when floating in the delicate space between sleep and wakefulness.
Cross beauty when he flushed down to his shoulders in that addicting shade of purple. God how he loved that.
The small starfield that showed only when flushed. Oh, did that make Nightmare look ethereal.
All his mates were so beautiful. So, so beautiful.
Horror knew his memory was bad, he would be the first to tell you that - as long as he remembered to. But not even he could forget how lucky he was to have his mates.
Every shiver, whimper, and moan. How each of them would submit to him when in bed.
Stars, how did he ever get this lucky?
That was a question he would ask himself over and over. But, not tonight. Not now.
No. Right now, for now, till dawn broke and the castle burst with life; he would stay here. He would hold his tired mate close. He would be here for when the soreness eventually set in. He would help by carrying Nightmare till he regained the ability to walk. He would stay beside him and his other mates.
He would stay here forever, and stars help whoever tried to change that.