Both days are the best. There aren’t any others that matter.
Iri is dozing in my arms. My cock fell out of him an hour ago, though not because it’s soft. Because that tight little hole always closes up and pushes me out. I swear, there’s a reset button I hit every time.
I softly brush his hair from his face and kiss his head. He’s so fucking perfect.
The doorbell rings, interrupting our moment. I huff.
I’m surprised when Iri jumps up, eyes wide.
“What’s—” I don’t get a chance to ask what’s wrong before he’s climbing over me and scrambling for the bedroom.
“Pull your pants up, Luken.”
Okay, weird. I sit up and untangle my pants. I’ve barely got them around my hips when Iri returns with pants on now. He grabs my hand and yanks me toward the entryway.
“Iri—”
“I have something for you,” he says and shoves me to the door. “Open the door.”
“Iri—”
“Just open the door, Luken!” he demands. His cheeks are flushed, but he’s grinning. “Hurry up. Don’t make them wait.”
I’m expecting our parents. Did we make plans I forgot about? Sighing, I turn to the door and pull it open. My breath leaves my body in awhoosh. Chills cover my skin, making every hair stand on end as I face Hakan, Rhydian, and Daunt. In person. Right in front of me.
Are they real?
Their faces are so familiar that I’m pretty sure I could conjure them up from my dreams if I tried. I’ve memorized every line, every feature.
Iri gently shoves me, and while the push is little more than a suggestion, I stumble forward. I’m enveloped in their arms, breathing them in for the very first time. I can’t catch my breath. What is happening right now? How are they here?
Words refuse to form, though fuck knows I have only a million questions. But the sentences break apart as I get lost in their embrace, their purrs, their scents. I swear to fuck, I can feel them wrapping around my soul.
“I think he’s surprised,” Daunt says.
“I’m impressed you were able to keep this a secret so well,” Rhydian says.
“It was so hard,” Iri complains behind me. I can hear his pout. My skin prickles to pull him to my chest.
“Come here, Iri,” Rhydian says.
I feel Iri’s presence behind me and shift to look at him. He’s got a huge, smug grin on his face as he watches me. All proud and excited, though still flushed. I reach for him, pulling him into the middle of our hug, and we form a little nest around him.
Iri sighs. “Wow. You all smell so good. I was expecting to only tolerate you. Hey!” he laughs and squirms and…
I’m speechless. It’s like Iri is familiar with them. Comfortable with them. How did this even happen?
“I’m going to need an explanation,” I say.
“On the porch, or can we go inside?” Iri asks.
Waiting another second for an explanation feels like a bit too much, but I concede that we can go in. Into the living room, where we all pile on the couch together. I want to look at their faces. Feel them to make sure they’re real. But I’m also so fucking happy to be in their arms with my sweet Iri tucked into my lap as they surround us.
“How are you here?” I ask.
“You were kind of a jerk to keep your plan a secret from me,” Iri accuses. I know he’s teasing, but I feel the stab in my chest. Iwasa jerk. “I thought maybe I could do the same thing, but don’t ever expect something this epic again. I’ve beendyingto tell you or tease you. I’ve been so good!”
“You have been,” Daunt croons, and I watch, mesmerized, as he gently strokes Iri’s hair and kisses the top of his head.