“I’m not sure I can carry him up the stairs,” he murmured drowsily.
“Fuck that,” I chuckled. “We’re on the third floor. I can carry Kit down the stairs, not up.”
“You have before,” Kit yawned. “Ohhh, that tickles, Macklin.” He wriggled his butt, and that was enough for my cock to slip out.
It was also an invitation for Macklin to swallow me. A fan of ATM, evidently.
“I can walk myself.” Corey’s words were so drenched in sleep, I could barely decipher them. “What time is it?”
I grunted and rolled onto my back, allowing me to check the clock in the window. Jesus Christ. “Four thirty.”
“Definitely time to go to bed,” Luke said firmly. Then promptly groaned when he sat up. “I hurt everywhere.”
Kit snickered. “I thought you were young, Daddy.”
“Oof,” Greer laughed. “Right in the kisser.”
Luke sniffed. “I’m just going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”
Macklin released my cock and kissed his way up my chest. “Tonight was…on another level.”