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The god of war turned his attentions back to Celeste and saw that his brother was pouting slightly. He sneered at him and slapped his face, loving the way Celeste’s slick walls clenched in response, “Stop that. Be happy my cock is inside of you,” he started up his pace again, gripping Celeste’s hips tightly. He slammed into him, loving the way it made his brother’s cock jump and fling precum onto both their bellies. He removed his hand from around Celeste’s cock and began to rub the marble sized clit just below it. He watched Celeste's full body shudder and felt the pussy push juice out to wet the bed sheets, “I can feel your cunt’s milk sloshing all around my cock,” he moaned, “fuck I can’t wait to fill you up again.”

Celeste gasped out and arched so deeply his head was thrown backwards. His eyes widened a little at seeing Lawrence being fingered. He wanted to continue watching but Bartholomew changed tempo again and the pleasure it shot though his body made him go limp on the bed.

“Connor, please,” Lawrence gasped. His body felt too warm and he was taking in stuttering breaths, “no more,” his eyes were barely open and he looked like he was either going to pass out or have the best orgasm of his life.

“No more?” Connor gave him a smile, even as his desire increased. His nipples tingled and his cock jumped at the sound of Lawrence’s breathy voice, “But I know you can take three,” so he wiggled in a third finger. He felt the inner walls try to push him out and he sighed and removed his fingers. He gripped his own cock and rubbed his precum over the opening, “you want this instead?” He pressed forward and felt the hole nip at the tip before he pulled away.

Lawrence was panting, his eyes still locked with Bartholomew’s. He bit his bottom lip and realized Bartholomew could see how hyper aroused and eager for his lover’s cock he was. He was surprised by how thrilled he was at the thought of having his imposing masculine brother watch him get fucked. His eyes fluttered as Connor pressed closer and he felt himself open up slowly for him. He broke eye contact briefly to look down. His breath quickened as he watched his cock dribble precum onto his abs and saw Connor’s disappear inch by inch into his willing backdoor.

“Look at me,” Bartholomew said with a deep husky voice.

Lawrence’s jade eyes shot up, wide and welcome. When Connor gave one last push he arched his back, but never took his eyes off of his brother.

Bartholomew smiled, “You’re no slut like this one,” he slapped Celeste’s waving cock, leaving a red mark as his brother cried out from the pain, “but it’s still nice.”

Connor started slow, but soon increased his rhythm. He wasn’t nearly as fast and brutal as Bartholomew, but his thrusts were smooth, strong and deep. He took Lawrence’s leg, the one closest to Celeste and lifted it up then over. Now the god was spread wide with Celeste’s head now pressed against his inner thigh. Lawrence blushed up to his ears. He had never felt more exposed than he did in this moment.

“You lost all your bite,” Bartholomew was still goading his brother, “just minutes ago you were ready to kill everyone in the room and now you’re panting like a seasoned whore,” he watched Lawrence dart his eyes away. How boring. Clearly that brother didn’t take a shine to his language like the brother beneath him did.

Speaking of which, Celeste was feeling frustrated, Bartholomew’s rhythm would stutter, stop and start whenever he focused on Lawrence. It was almost like he was edging him. He just wanted to come, “Stop talking and fuck me!” He snapped.

Bartholomew looked down, eyes instantly dangerous, “Bitch,” he growled out then roughly gripped his chin, “you will not tell me what to do,” he used his other hand to slap him and he loved how red it made Celeste’s cheek, “you understand?” When his brother didn’t answer right away he slapped him again, “Do you?” He narrowed his eyes at him.

After each slap Celeste felt his pleasure spiking. It reminded him of when Bartholomew had thrown him over his lap and spanked him like he was a petulant child. He shivered and answered a weak ‘yes’. Damn, he was going to come so hard.

Lawrence had thrown his head back and he was being fucked so hard it was slamming into the headboard. Connor didn’t stop and he didn’t tell him too. He loved this feeling, being stuffed full of his lover’s cock, knowing he’s leaking precum inside of him, knowing it was his tight sheath that was bringing his lover pleasure. His body was tingling because he knew Bartholomew was watching. He lifted his head just a bit and opened his eyes and moaned when they were met with hazel. His brother had started up his pace again, snapping his hips so quick and strong into Celeste’s cunt that it was driving his head up his leg.

“Pay attention baby,” Connor whispered in his ear suddenly, “ready?” He asked then shifted his hips and pushed.

Lawrence cried out, feeling the tip of Connor’s cock press into his prostate. Connor pulled out then did it again.

Connor was smiling, he loved when he got Lawrence to this point. Overstimulated and just on the edge of coming. He heard Bartholomew grunt and he looked over his shoulder. He saw the god of war grinding his hips into Celeste. Celeste was going wild, tears fell to his temple as he chanted ‘please yes yes’ over and over again. Celeste had thrown his legs out as wide as they could go lewdly offering up his hole. Connor could see the big clit clearly just underneath the bouncing cock. He watched as Bartholomew rubbed his finger over the hard bundle of nerves and heard Celeste’s startled shout. He rubbed faster and Celeste choked on a sob.

He turned back to Lawrence, who was breathing heavily. He had slowed a bit as he watched the two gods so he rolled his hips and started to climb back to his pace again, “I am going to come inside of you, then…” he pressed his lips to Lawrence’s temple and whispered, “I want to see you suck him. I want to see you savor that indecent clit,” he felt Lawrence clamp down on the part of his cock that was still inside of him and he chuckled, “you liked the sound of that huh?” He closed his eyes and worked his hips and focused on the pleasure. He felt it building so he buried his face in Lawrence’s neck and bit down. A few more pumps and he was there, spilling his seed into his godly lover with a grunt.

He took a deep breath then looked up with a grin at Lawrence. Lawrence was trembling, he had been so close to coming as well and hadn’t wanted Connor to stop. He couldn’t bring himself to beg so he just kissed his human’s smiling lips then moaned when he felt him pull out. Lawrence could feel Connor’s hot cum escaping his body and it made him feel good. He lifted a brow, confused, when Connor gripped his leg and lifted it. His cheeks flushed pink in embarrassment as he watched Connor scoot back just enough to give Bartholomew a good view of his gaping hole that was oozing with cum.

Bartholomew let out a groan, “Oh fuck…you’re so wide open,” he gripped Celeste’s hips hard and pulled him into himself and began to grind his hips, “I’d love to shoot my load right into that hole.”

Lawrence gasped and looked away, heat radiating through his body at the image. But Connor wasn’t having any of that, “No, look at him. See how your brother lusts for you?”

The god complied and glanced back over to see Bartholomew’s smirking mouth. His cock, aching to come, dribbled a thick river of precum down the throbbing shaft as he responded to the open desire he saw in those hazel eyes. Lawrence tried to flex himself closed, but Connor was quicker. He pushed two fingers in and pulled. It was so easy to see inside of him now, the skin that hadn’t been painted in cum was a deep glistening red. The walls kept quivering, trying desperately to close to no avail, but each attempt pushed more of Connor’s cum out. Lawrence’s cock was leaking steadily now, his nipples were rock hard and sensitive. Bartholomew’s eyes were darkening with lust as he watched Lawrence’s well fucked hole spit out more and more cum. He idly wondered just how much of Connor’s seed had been left inside of his brother. Lawrence’s face got redder the longer Connor held his leg in the air and kept him exposed and open for his brother’s viewing.

“Shit,” Bartholomew was overcome with his thoughts of just all the things he suddenly wanted to do to Lawrence’s pliant body. He closed his eyes with a groan and without a hint started to come deep inside Celeste, “Oh fuck. Shit,” he panted out as he felt his cock pulsate against slick tight walls, his tip spewing his jizz deep into his brother’s fuckhole. He pumped his hips as he rode out his climax then licked his lips when an idea struck him, “hold on,” he whispered to no one in particular. He opened his eyes and pulled out quickly then gripped the base of his cock and aimed the last few drops of his cum onto his brother’s big clit. He watched as his white cream coated it, “come on Lawrence,” he glanced at his other brother, “he’s ready for you.”

Lawrence’s eyes were wide, he couldn’t believe his brother had done that. He felt Connor’s fingers slide from his hole and he let out a little sigh.

“Go on,” Connor nudged, “I want to see you do it.”

Celeste still hadn’t come so his body was vibrating slightly, his legs still spread wide and his cunt throbbing from the force at which he had been fucked. He had been so close, even now he could feel the sharp welcome prickle of an impending orgasm at the edges of his senses. He watched Lawrence gather himself until he was on all fours to the side of him. He bit his lower lip in excitement as his brother’s head got closer and he had to force himself not to lift his hips to meet him. Celeste’s eyes widened at the first lick of Lawrence’s tongue over his engorged clit and the vibrating turned into a harsh racking of his body. He was teary eyed and Lawrence was licking him too slowly, but he was panting too hard to beg for more. He was relieved once his brother started to rapidly swipe over his button and he felt his climax on his toes. So when Lawrence finally wrapped his lips around his marble sized clit and sucked Celeste arched and came.

“Fuck!” Bartholomew cried as Celeste’s pussy opened up and shot a powerful stream of clear liquid right onto his knees.

Connor bit his lip watching the god of lust writhe on the bed, his pussy gushing as he rode out his pleasure. He was beautiful as he came, the orgasm holding on because Lawrence hadn’t stopped sucking his clit.

Lawrence liked the flavor of Bartholomew’s cum and wished he had left more there. This little bit was like an appetizer and he felt his cock twitch when he realized he needed to swallow it from the source next time. He could hear Celeste’s juice as it hit the sheets and with each new jet of clear cum his clit throbbed in time. He loved this delicate bundle of nerves, loved how hot it was, how hard and sensitive. He loved the taste of it, the way it twitched between his lips. He loved flicking the tip of his tongue over it, pulling the hood back to get more access. The more he sucked the more aroused he became. His cock was leaking precum onto the bed and he was shamelessly rolling his hips in a silent plea to be touched.

Connor knew what Lawrence’s movements meant but he ignored them for now. Instead, he sat behind him and watched how his asshole would open and close like a panting mouth, his cum drooling from it and down the crack of his ass. He looked over when he saw movement and his eyes widened a bit when he witnessed Bartholomew lower his head and start to lap at Celeste’s freshly filled pussy. He had never seen a man eat his own cum out of someone before. It was hot as fuck.

Bartholomew hummed as he drank the last few spurts of Celeste’s easing climax. The mixing of his and his brother’s flavors had been intoxicating the first time he tried it. He hadn’t thought about it at the time, that he would be lapping up his own cum, when he decided he had to taste Celeste’s pussy. He had been thinking about it ever since and had been wanting another go at it. So now here he was, indulging himself. He pushed his tongue in as far as he could, curled it up and scooped out as much of the cum mixture as he could. He swallowed and forced himself not to moan in ecstasy.

Celeste was squirming, “Please please I need to come!” He was openly begging, tears rolling from his closed eyes as he stroked his cock. It was then that all three of them realized that Celeste needed to come from his dick as well to truly be satisfied.

Bartholomew, hearing his brother’s pleas, reluctantly moved lower. He began to lick his brother’s anus, working his tongue and fingers, using his overflowing pussy juice as lube to get him loosened up and ready. He pulled away with a gasp and a smack then ordered, “Lawrence get on your back, you haven’t come either.”

Lawrence didn’t question his brother, he just maneuvered himself so he was on his back, looking up at Connor. He saw his lover smile then mouth ‘hi’ and for some reason that made him blush.

“Up slut,” Bartholomew’s large frame shook the bed as he used Celeste’s elbow to lift him up and push him towards Lawrence, “straddle him.”

Connor instantly understood so he reached out and held Lawrence’s cock steady. Lawrence moaned and lifted his hips, trying to fuck himself in the grip of Connor’s hand. Connor pursed his lips and looked down at him, “Lay still.”

The god of lust mounted his brother, the moment his legs spread his lips parted and he splashed onto Lawrence’s hips. Bartholomew came up behind him and whispered in his ear, “Go slow, let him see how eager your cunt is to swallow him up,” then he reached down and pulled Celeste’s lips apart even further. Open enough that Celeste could feel the coolness of the air against his inner walls.

Lawrence reached up and placed his hands on Celeste’s hips and marveled at the sight before him. His cock began to dribble precum and it mingled with the juice dripping from Celeste. Finally his brother began to sink down.

Connor removed his hand once he saw Celeste’s pussy clamp down around Lawrence’s impressive erection. Lawrence watched as inch by inch he was pulled inside. He let out a long moan as his brother let out a sigh.

Celeste took his time, enjoying the stretch and the hardness. He looked down at his brother and whispered, “You feel so good,” he took the last bit and just sat for a moment adjusting, “so big,” he said with a thick voice.

Lawrence couldn’t wait any longer. He tightened his hold on his brother’s hips and pulled him up halfway then slammed him down, filling him completely again. Both of them gasped. Celeste fell forward and placed his hands on either side of Lawrence’s head and started to bounce. His body looked so fucking sexy moving like that. His thighs flexed, his pert ass jiggled in the best way, his raven hair slid around his body like water, accentuating his movements.

Connor watched in awe, the god of lust was indeed the most gorgeous of them all. He started to rub his cock, seeing the astonishing breathtaking god fuck his lover was so arousing that he started to become hard again. He saw Bartholomew doing the same thing until he was so thick and rigid it looked almost painful. He saw him push two fingers into Celeste's asshole and Connor shivered in delight. He hoped Bartholomew was going to do what he thought he was prepping for.

“I need you to stop moving for a moment,” Bartholomew removed his fingers, “I barely had to do anything. You’re so fucking open,” he gripped his cock and lined up rubbing playfully against the puckered hole.

Celeste gasped out, “Bartholomew…what are…”

“You know exactly what,” he snarled then pushed. He was slow about it this time, wanting to get the angle right.

“Oh fuck,” Celeste bore down, opening up his ass more for him. He let out the most pleasing whine as his brother found home. He looked down and saw that Lawrence was shaking, his eyes wide. He smiled down at him, teary eyed, “He’s all in. I’m so full.”

Lawrence reached up and stroked his cheek, “You feel divine,” he was pleased when Celeste laughed at his joke. He smiled then spoke a bit louder, “Fuck our brother with me Bartholomew.”

With a moan Bartholomew obliged. The two of them began to move, working silently with one another to get to a rhythm that worked. Soon they were in tandem, enjoying the sounds Celeste made as they seesawed in and out of his enjoyable holes.

Bartholomew loved Celeste’s perfectly round inviting bottom. He didn’t get to savor it as much as he wanted to the day he had him over his desk. His brother was exhausted then, reaching the end of his rope. Now though, Celeste was ready and alert. His inner walls massaged his thick arousal as it slid in and out of his tight little ass. He leaned in and licked a long stripe up his neck then bit his earlobe. He heard Celeste gasp and felt his cock get squeezed.

Lawrence had never felt a pussy so velvety and warm. It was clenching around him with pleasant pressure. Each thrust in pushed out his clear liquid. He was soaked, his thighs completely covered in his brother’s slick juices. He loved it, knowing he leaked like that because he was feeling so good. He looked down at Celeste’s large clit and licked his lips. He wanted to suck it again, but knew that would have to be left for another time. For now he reached for it, being sure to keep his eyes on his brother’s face to see his reaction.

Celeste’s mouth dropped open the moment he felt Lawrence’s thumb rubbing circles over the tip of his clit. He could feel it throbbing and he moaned as his cockhead drizzled precum in response. He felt stuffed, but not in an unpleasant way. Feeling two cocks inside of him was a sensation he had never felt before. He felt desired and sexy. He knew he was leaking his and Bartholomew’s cum all over Lawrence and it aroused the hell out of him. His body was burning with excitement, his toes curled and he wanted more. His succubus instincts were fully awake. His eyes were blurry, his mind hazy, his limbs felt heavy and heat enveloped his entire body until it was almost too much. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations. He was so relaxed he barely registered that there was movement on the bed.

He jumped and his eyes snapped open when Connor whispered in his ear.

“Let me feel you suck me off,” he was smirking as he pulled away and sat beside his lover Lawrence.

Celeste moaned, happy to oblige and leaned down. He opened his mouth and just used the tip of his tongue to flutter over the slit until his saliva trickled down the flared cockhead. He would moan every time he tasted precum. He bent more and wrapped his lips around the tip and suckled for a long moment with his eyes closed, like it was the best treat he had ever tasted. He pulled away with a gasp and let his spit drip onto the head from his open mouth. He looked up, his blue eyes focused now and Connor realized he had drained some more of his essence.

The god of lust looked sensual, in control and thoroughly wicked. He licked his lips then said to all of them, “More,” before he dipped his head and engulfed Connor’s cock in one go.

“There’s my slutty cockwhore,” Bartholomew grinned and picked up his pace.

Lawrence quickened the snap of his hips as well and watched his brother deepthroat his lover.

“Fuck that’s good,” Connor groaned as he slid his fingers into Celeste’s soft hair and gripped the back of his head, “don’t let up, fuck yeah.”

“Each and every hole,” Bartholomew huffed out, “oh fuck you really are a cumbucket. Whore. Cock sucking proud bitch!”

Celeste moaned and Lawrence grunted when his brother’s cunt squeezed with every filthy word that came out of Bartholomew’s mouth. He stopped playing with his clit and wrapped his hand around his brother’s cock and started to stroke him. He was rewarded with Celeste’s full body shudder and a cry that made him abandon Connor’s dick for a moment. Bartholomew moaned behind him and the sound gave Lawrence butterflies.

“Fuck your ass just quivered,” Bartholomew smacked Celeste’s bottom and could hear him moan around Connor’s erection, “you’re so good. Such a nice, hot, open toy,” he spanked him again, harder and Celeste’s muffled shout pleased him so much.

They moved as a unit. Lawrence fucking up, Bartholomew fucking in and Connor fucking his face. Celeste could feel his orgasm fast approaching, so he pulled off the cock and whimpered, “Faster. More. I’m so close!” Then he went back to his task, slurping over the dick in his mouth.

Again, the brothers complied and started to rail into him without holding back. Celeste’s pussy was making dirty wet noises and his ass would clap against Bartholomew’s toned abs. The room was full of moans and gasps. The air smelled of sweat and flowers and cum. Celeste felt so stretched, so used and he loved it.

Celeste’s climax was upon him and because he was so focused on that he wasn’t prepared for Connor’s cock blasting cum into his throat. His eyes opened wide and he choked, some of the cum leaving his mouth to coat his chin. He swallowed the rest and heard Lawrence mumble ‘oh fuck’ then he felt his brother’s cock jump and began releasing his seed as well. It felt scorching hot as the thick cum pumped into his pussy to join his other brother’s. Celeste lapped up the cum covering Connor’s shaft then sat up a bit to better watch Lawrence. His brother was still emptying his balls into the cavern of his cunt, filling him up until he overflowed.

Lawrence rode out his orgasm, but never let up on stroking Celeste’s cock. He felt it swell in his hand and as he came down from his climax he opened his eyes and looked up at his brother, “Come for me,” he commanded gently then dragged his hand up the length of his dick, catching on the underside of the flared head before his hand slipped off.

Celeste tensed and grit his teeth. He started to shake his head his hair flying wildly about, shockwaves of electricity attacked his body and he felt his fingers and toes go a bit numb before he felt his dam burst. He cried out and started to convulse and his cock started to eject thick ropes of semen into the air that landed on his abs. His orgasm washed over him, filling his body and mind with nothing but pleasure. He felt himself get lifted suddenly and his eyes shot open. Bartholomew was pulling him off Lawrence’s cock.

“No!” He gasped but it was too late, the moment the soaked cock slid from his pulsating pussy his juice flew out forcefully and struck Lawrence’s face.

“Fuck! Fuck! That’s hot!” Bartholomew bellowed, “give him more,” he reached down and started to rapidly rub his palm over Celeste’s clit.

Celeste screamed and more juice gushed out. Bartholomew didn’t let up and now the stream of juice was splashing everywhere, all over Celeste’s thighs, Lawrence’s hard abdominals, the bed clothes and Bartholomew’s hand.

“Yeah, that’s it, come on,” Bartholomew encouraged then pushed two fingers inside and pulled up and out. Celeste’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as another wave of pleasure crashed over him and he let out more juice from his cunt and jizz from his cock.

Lawrence felt his stomach tighten with desire as he watched his brother’s gaping sex continue to spray fountains of fluid while his untouched cock jerked wildly with each release of his creamy seed. He lay there willfully, enjoying the feeling each time his face and chest was doused in cum. Some of it was Celeste’s thin water like liquid, some was his and his brother’s thick hot semen that was being forced out. He opened his mouth and swallowed what he could.

“Oh fuck oh fuck,” Celeste was crying now, overwhelmed with pleasure and still coming from his cock and cunt. He watched as his pussy released his cum in waves, leaping out his ruby slit with each ripple of orgasm slamming into him. He was flooding the bed and drowning his brother below him, “I can’t, I can’t,” he panted out.

“You can,” Bartholomew growled then pushed him forward. Celeste had barely caught himself with his hands before Bartholomew started up a blistering pace of pounding into his brother’s ass once more.

“Shit!” Celeste sobbed and hung his head as his body was forcefully taken over and over again. Aftershocks of his climax tingled all over his body and never really dissipated as his brother continued to slam into him. He tried again, “I can’t.”

“You are,” Bartholomew growled as he pulled him in almost painfully and rolled his hips, his cock digging deep inside his brother that it bulged his abdomen a bit. Celeste cried out and his arms gave way. Lawrence caught him and gripped his armpits, keeping him steady for Bartholomew’s near brutal fucking.

Celeste shivered and his cunt splattered juice on Lawrence’s thighs and that made Bartholomew chuckle darkly.

“You careless whore,” Bartholomew was huffing out his words as he worked his hips and core muscles like he was trying to tear his brother apart, “You see your nasty cunt?” He snapped his hips, thrusting repeatedly into his brother’s loosened asshole, “Spraying all over your brother? Wasting our cum,” he grunted and reached up and gripped Celeste’s shoulders and fucked powerfully into his brother, “Fuck I love all your slutty holes,” He worked for a few more minutes enjoying Celeste’s sobs and moans. He felt his sac draw up and he knew he was close, “Ready?” He panted. When Celeste didn’t answer he pulled his hair.

Celeste cried out, throat raw, “I’m ready!”

“What are you made for?”

“Cum,” he took in a deep breath, his legs trembling.

“What are you?”

“A cumdump,” another yank on his hair and he whimpered, “your cumdump!”
             

“Yes, fuck yes slut,” then Bartholomew doubled over, placing his forehead between Celeste’s shoulder blades. He began to fill him with his cum for a second time. He hugged him from behind until he was done. He had just enough strength left to throw them both over to the side, draping Connor’s legs so not to crush Lawrence who was still beneath them.

Connor and Lawrence’s eyes were wide. Watching that spectacle and hearing those words had a different effect on the two of them. Lawrence found Bartholomew’s power magnetic and arousing, though the language was a bit much. Connor found Bartholomew’s dominate side to be the sexiest thing he’d ever seen and he wanted to see him use Lawrence like that. He looked down at his lover who was shiny from all the cum on his skin and thought that maybe in the 30 days Celeste was asleep he might be able to witness that.

“Fuck you Bart,” Celeste groaned and rolled over onto his stomach. Connor shifted so his legs weren’t under him.

Bartholomew winced, he hated when his name was shortened. He reached over and smacked Celeste’s ass hard, it tensed and some cum spurted out. His brother whimpered and he said to him, “Do you really want to push your luck?”

Celeste chuckled, “I love you.”

Bartholomew just grunted and that made Celeste chuckle again.

Lawrence sat up and pulled the ribbon from his hair. His chestnut hair cascaded down, not as long as Celeste’s but just as beautiful. He felt Connor run his hand through it, uncaring, it seems, that it was damp.

Connor leaned in and tucked the hair back then kissed his cheek, tasting the mess on his face. He whispered against his skin, “Watching you get drenched like that was hot.”

Lawrence glanced over and smirked, “You’re much more perverted than I realized.”

“Same sir,” Connor smirked back and was graced with Lawrence’s soft chuckle.

The four of them took their time coming down from the intensity of what had just transpired. Connor had placed his head on Lawrence’s shoulder and realized the floral scent in the room was coming from the three gods’ skin. Lawrence was playing with Connor’s fingers, pleased that the human wanted to be near him, even after his earlier outburst. Bartholomew had turned to his side and tucked Celeste into his chest. He was whispering against his hair how pleased he was that he was such a giving lover and that he could receive so much as well. Celeste was blushing but whispering back how much he loved it and begged him to never change. Still though, they decided safewords would be wise and had fun coming up with them. After a while though their state of being was becoming unpleasant, cum started to dry and harden, sweat was becoming clammy and the sheets had to be pulled and replaced.

Bartholomew was the first to rise, “Showers then we all go down to the mortal realm? Feed Connor and see Celeste off?”

“I like that idea,” Celeste bounded off the bed with all the spirit of a giddy child, like he hadn’t just been vigorously DPed by his brothers and viciously fucked to numbness by Bartholomew.

“I am starving,” Connor agreed as well.

“It’s settled then,” Lawrence stood gracefully, “meet in Connor’s room in an hour.”

“Lawrence.” Celeste looked at his brother like he had just disappointed him.

With a sigh Lawrence said, “Two hours? So Celeste can primp.”

“Can’t we have three,” he whined.

“Connor,” was all that was said.

“Fine,” Celeste looked put out but wrapped his arm around Bartholomew’s impressive bicep, “hey, since we only have two hours can I shower with you?”

“Sure,” he shrugged. He walked towards his armoire and pulled out four robes and handed them out. He slipped his on then said, “See you in two.”

The four left the room with smiles on their faces and conversation on their lips, not wanting to think about Celeste’s upcoming 30 day hibernation.