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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years ago

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for the winter fills #92 ot4 nsfw?

Here you go!

92. we used to date years ago and run into each other at our hometown bar and damn, you look better than ever, are you single? let’s make out

“Ah hell.” Juno hands the phone back to the bartender, “Babysitter just called, the girls are both throwin’ up. I better go see to ‘em.” She pulls on her jacket, “sorry to cut it short.”

“No worries” Duck waves as his friend disappears out the bar door. The place is packed with the post-holiday crowds, so he yields their table to be polite. He can manage just fine at the stand-up bar. He nudges his way past a few kids who are about to get carded, and settles next to a suit sipping a gin and tonic. He reaches for a napkin at the same time the man pushes his glass away, bumping the backs of their hands together in the process.

“Excuse me–-Duck?” Blue eyes widen as they take him in, a dazzling smile spreading across a face that’s somehow more handsome than it was years ago.

Duck’s heart leaps to his throat while sending all his blood south, “Joseph Stern. How the hell are you?” He holds out his hand and laughs when he’s pulled into a hug.

“It’s so good to see you. And please” He pulls back, “call me Joe.”

“Decided to go by that after all?” Duck leans on the bar.

A sweet smile, “No. I just miss hearing you say it.”

As they get reacquainted, Duck marvels at how the more things change, the more they stay the same. When they met their freshman year at Kepler Community College, Joe was ambitious, intelligent, and hotter than a Texas summer. Duck thought himself quite a catch, even for a burnout trying to buckle down and get his degree, but a small part of him always wondered how he ended up dating the best-looking guy on campus.

Twenty years later, he’s still wondering.

“So, uh, what brought you back to Kepler?”

“Just visiting family. How are things in the forest?”

“Good. Uh, wait, how did you know-”

“I follow your Instagram. I like having things on my feed that help me de-stress. Like cute bears.” He winks and polishes off his drink.

Duck chuckles, “How the fuck did you get smoother and cornier with age?”

“Practice. I looked to see if there were places I could put in more of it while I was here. No luck, though.”

“Yeah, Kepler’s changed plenty since you left, but there still ain’t a decent cruisin’ spot. Not that I’ve really been lookin.”

“Why not?”

“I’m pushin forty; I got habits and hobbies that make me happy. I don’t feel like spending my nights huntin’ for a random fella to fuck who might not be all that good in bed. Or all that into greying hair and a gut.”

Joe brushes lint from the front of Duck’s jacket then glides his fingers down to pet his stomach, voice low “What about one where you know just how good he can be?”

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Duck’s gotten bigger since his twenties. It turns out this makes it even better to be pinned by him in the back seat of his Jeep. Though it being less cramped than the Acura Joseph had in college helps a lot.

He meant to wait until they got back to the rangers apartment. It’s not like he doesn’t get chances to flirt. But it’s exhilarating to do so with someone who knows his quirks, where he isn't running a constant calculus of whether he’s showing too much, too soon. So he teased some, told Duck how often he jerked off to the memory of the two of them on the floor of Duck’s dorm, Duck fucking him with a cheap toy while he bent across his lap to blow him.

It was at that point that Duck pulled over on the county road and ordered him into the back seat.

Duck digs his fingers into his hair as he kisses him, grunting when Joseph bucks his hips up against him.

“Forgot how fuckin fun it is to mess up your hair, pretty boy.”

“Then come do it some more, country boy.”

“You grew up here toMPhmmm” Duck giggles against his mouth, both of them giddier than they ever were as teenagers.

The snow tips him off first; it’s slowing down, huge clumps taking ages to disappear from view. Then the dashboard flickers, the headlights flare, and the alarm sounds for a half-second before it all goes dead.

He grips Duck’s arms, “Hold onto me.”

There’s a hum and a flash of blue-white light and then they’re both stumbling up from the floor of an orange and silver room.

“What the fuck, what the fuck?” Duck turns in a full circle.

Joseph gently holds his shoulders and rotates him back the way he came until they’re facing a black expanse dotted with white, “That’s not paint.”

“That’s, holy fuck, that’s space, we’re in space, how the fuck did we get here?”

“I’d say we’ve been abducted.”

“Holy fuck.”

“I know, right? This, this is amazing. Do you know how rare close encounters of the fifth kind are?” He scans the room, taking in all the unfamiliar technology with a grin, “I hope we have some way of communicating with them, I have so. Many. questions.”

A chuckle from behind him. When he looks over his shoulder, Duck is smiling at him, the expression better than the stars that are his backdrop.

“Only you would be worried about learnin’ enough when you don’t even know what kind of critter brought us up here.”

A door on the far side of the room swishes open and two figures enter. Joseph will have to re-examine his skepticism that cryptids are alien entities, because that looks like Bigfoot and Mothman walking towards them.

“Hello, do not be afraid, we are peaceful beings on a research mission. Your stay will be brief and you will be returned to your home unharmed.” The mothman rattles off the words without looking up from the pad in his hand, one hand of four drawing on it with a stylus.

“Uh, if, if you guys wanna take a seat on that couch we can get started.” Bigfoot smiles at them, auburn fur dashing in the warm lights, but looks away quickly when Joseph meets his eyes.

“Guys?” The mothman cocks his head, “ah, so we’re in that timeline.”

“Sorry, he gets kinda distracted when he’s trying to be efficient. Uh, Captain, don’t you want to, uh, actually greet the visitors.”

“Hmm?” The mothman punches something into the pad, “can you repeatAH!” His head snaps up as bigfoot quickly pinches the base of his left antenna. Glowing red eyes widen as they look at him, and an odd, buzzing noise enters the air. It intensifies and deepens when the ruby gaze falls on Duck.

“Oh my.” The mothman says softly, “I ought to have paid more attention to these timelines.”

“Timelines? Does that mean the accounts of you, or, um, of your kind having precognition are true? Do you have them as well?” He steps towards bigfoot.

“Nope. In–I mean the captain is a seer. I’m nothing special.”

“That is a matter on which we disagree.” The mothman bows, “my apologies, my abilities can make it difficult to be in the moment. But I am certain this is a moment I do not wish to miss.” His eyes fall on Duck once more. The ranger looks down. Joseph realizes he’s now a good distance away from his old friend, the other man, perhaps sensibly, staying far out of reach of the alien life forms.

“I, um, I’m Joseph. This is Duck.” He steps back enough to take the ranger's hand.

“Like the earth waterfowl?” The mothman cocks his head.

“It's a nickname.” Duck says automatically.

“It’s a charming one. I am Indrid, and this is Barclay. We’re researchers from the planet Sylvain, looking to see if Earth might be a compatible home for us when our planet begins dying. We’d like to ask you some questions and your opinions on earth matters, if that is not too great an imposition.”

Joseph looks at Duck, “You already know my answer.”

Duck shrugs, “Go for it. Ain’t every day a fella gets to be in space. And, uh, Joe’s gonna find this more fun that what I had planned anyway.” He’s smiling like it’s a joke. Maybe he thinks Joseph’s forgotten all the times when, drunk or stoned, he admitted he thought Joseph was out of his league.

He gives the other human his full attention, “I’m here until the end of the week. If I have my way I’ll spend it all with you. And If you think for a second I’m not jumping you the minute we’re back on earth, you’re very, very wrong.”

“Fuck” Barclay whacks a hand into his forehead, “were you guys on a date?”

“Kinda. Like I said, no biggie.”

“I would argue it is rather a ‘biggie.” Indrid moves to the console, the silver in his black wings reflecting the warm lights, “proper courtship is important.”

“Really, it wasn’t anythin fancy. We were just gonna go back to my place, maybe have a drink and chow down on some cookies or somethin and then, uh, not, uh, fuck, do somethin not sex-based? Fuck.” He pulls down a hat that isn’t there, “just wanted to do somethin cheesy and wintery for you before you headed home.”

“Makes sense.” Barclay’s eyes are on him, warming him as they rove up and down his frame.

Indrid taps his claws together, “I have an idea. If you are all amenable, I think Barclay and I are due for a planetside expedition. Exploring post holiday habits or something like that.”

“I’m game.” Duck nods as Joseph offers a thumbs up.

“Wonderful!” Indrid claps both sets of hands, “see you in a moment.”

Snow whirls up around his face and Duck stumbles into his arms, the deck of the ship replaced by icy ground. He braces on the hood of the Jeep just as two more figures materialize in the darkness.

Judging by the copper in the beard, the man looking like a mountain man centerfold in his red flannel shirt must be Barclay. Which means the one with dyed-silver hair and red glasses who’s sporting a leather jacket accentuated by a pink and yellow scarf is Indrid.

“That’s, uh, that’s some disguise you got there.” Duck scratches the back of his neck.

“Thank you.” Indrid purrs. Joseph hides a smile; cute punk weirdos with piercings were always catnip to Duck.

“So, are you okay with us going back to your place?” Barclay adjusts his beanie.

“Hell yeah. Uh, we might need to swing by Leo’s on the way, not sure I got food for four.”

“Oooh, exciting. Barclay loves grocery stores and farmers markets.” Indrid slips his arm through the larger man’s.

“I like to cook.” Barclay blushes, “and Indrid is fun to feed.”

Duck clicks the automatic lock, “Let’s head on into town.”

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“Havin a party?” Leo starts ringing up the basket of discounted seasonal snacks as Duck slaps a reusable bag on the counter.

“You could say that, yeah.” He slides the pack of condoms into place next to the peppermint bark; whatever Joe has planned, he’s going to be prepared.

“Oooh, I love these. Let’s get some.”

Duck turns to see Indrid holding two packets of Sno-Balls.

“Anything for you, little moth.” Barclay takes the snack cakes as Indrid bounces up and down on his toes, smile a tad too wide to be human. It should be alarming, but instead it’s fucking adorable.

“I can get this.” Barclay pulls out a battered wallet, “you guys are hosting, it’s the least we can do.”

Once they’re safely on the street, Duck glances at the taller man, “How do you have cash?”

“We picked some up when we first started orbiting earth. Indrid’s a terror in casinos.”

“I’ll bet.” He looks over his shoulder, where Indrid has offered Joe his arm and is animatedly explaining the finer points of his foresight to him. Joe holds out his hand, Indrid demonstrating some shape on his palm and then instructing Joe to do the same to his own, both of them smiling as he does. Duck wonders how Indrid would look guiding Joe through much filthier movements.

“Yeah, he’s got that effect on people. Or, uh, certain people.” Barclay smiles at him and Duck wishes once more for a hat to hide under.

“Sorry, shouldn’t be eyeing him up when I don’t even know what y’alls deal is.”

“We’re not even supposed to have one. Getting involved with colleagues is kinda frowned on but it’s just been the two of us for months and months and, uh, I kinda had a crush on him before that. We’re not hurting anybody by being together.”

“And you ain’t bothered by the fact Joe wants to climb both of you like trees?”

“Nope. Pretty common for Sylphs to be polyamorous in some way. Though the human part is new.” Barclay holds the groceries so Duck can open the car door, “how, uh, how can you tell he’s interested in me?”

“I know what he looks like when he’s got the hots for someone. Plus, I know for a goddamn fact he used to read Bigfoot porn.”

Barclay lets out a pleased little growl, “Fuck, really? In that case, I’ll let you in on a secret; Indrid’s purrs mean different things. His purring when he saw the two of you was involuntary, a signal of attraction. But the tonal difference means that the instant he saw you, he wanted you to dom him.”

Duck whistles low, “Hoo-kay, did not know that was a thing aliens had.”

“It turns up on a lot of planets.” He sets down the bags, “uh, you can tell me to fuck off, but do you happen to know what Joseph-”

“Subby as all get out.”

Another, rougher growl.

Duck pats his arm, “Easy, big fella. If he’s up for it, maybe I’ll show you what to do with him later.”

Home is only five minutes from the store, and soon he’s setting up a plate of food while Indrid cuddles his cat and Joe plugs in the strings of multi-colored christmas lights lining the room. He assumes his fellow human will give his full attention to their visitors. But as he bends into the fridge for the remaining eggnog and the craft cider Kirby gave him, hands slip into his back pockets and squeeze his ass playfully.

“This is the most incredible date ever.” Joe kisses his shoulders and neck once he straightens.

“Can’t take much credit for it.”

Joe turns him, pressing him back against the fridge for a kiss, “I’m ecstatic that we’ve met them. But I wouldn’t be half as happy as I am if I weren’t with the person responsible for the best memories of my twenties.”

“Aw, c’mon now.” His face must be a tomato at this point.

“I’m serious.” Joe runs his hands along his sides, clearly savoring the shape of him, “you were the best guy I ever dated.”

He’s not sure what to say to that, so he kisses him and hopes that communicates the warmth bubbling in his chest.

The four of them settle at the table, Barclay and Indrid eagerly answering their questions about space in exchange for explanations about earth phenomena like seasons and the hostility of geese. Gradually, the conversation shifts away from their worlds and to themselves, the kind of talk of hobbies and hopes that only happens after dark.

When the topic turns to their previous run-ins with humans, Barclay admits he feels bad for how intimidating his Sylph form can be.

“It’s not all that intimidating.” Joe leans back in his chair, a familiar gleam entering his eyes.

Barclay slips a woven bracelet from his wrist, adding two feet to his height and a lot of red-brown fur to his frame, “Not even a little scary?”

“No.” Joe stands, eyes locked on Barclay’s face as he straddles his lap, “not one bit.”

“What about these?” Clawtips trace Joe’s cheek.

Joe catches his hand, kissing his knuckles, “They’ll need further inspection.”

Duck would gladly watch Joe work his charms on Bigfoot for the rest of the night. But a Converse-clad foot is running up and down his leg.

“Would you care to show me these ships of yours?”

“Sure thing, sugar.”

Indrid purrs as they stand, “Now there is an earth term that’s never been applied to me.”

“Can’t imagine why, you’re sweet as can be.” Duck leads him to the corner of the living room. When he sees the model ships, the Sylph claps his hands excitedly.

“They’re so detailed. May I?” He gestures to the nearest one, an impressive four-master, and Duck passes it to him. Cool fingers gingerly rotate it as Indrid asks him how he put the whole thing together, and he cannot remember the last time someone was so intrigued by his dorky hobby.

“Thank you for letting me see them. It is clear a great deal of care went into them.” He steps closer, staring down at him with a sly smile, “Are you as careful in…other circumstances?”

“Might be.” Duck tips his chin up in invitation and Indrid takes it, bringing their lips together. The small, eggnog scented kiss is messy, unpracticed, as if he’s not quite sure what his mouth can even do. Duck takes the lead, teases between his lips with his tongue and cups his face to keep him near.

“Oh” Indrid murmurs when he finally frees his lips, “that is very nice in this form.”

“Can be even nicer if you want.”

“Please” Indrid fidgets with his glasses, “ah, my disguise is tied to these, so I assume you wish me to keep them on.”

“N–I mean ye–uh, fuck. What I’m trying to say is that I’m not not interested in you all mothed-out but, uh, unlike Joe I ain’t been readin’ alien porn since I was in high school.”

“You can’t prove thatAHshityes.” There’s a wooden clatter and Duck peers towards the kitchen. Joe is trapped against the table, still in Barclay’s lap, with undoubtedly sharp teeth biting his shoulder.

“That does explain his eagerness.” Indrid smiles, “It is alright, I am happy to be with you in this form. I, I do not wish to make you uncomfortable or alarmed with my other one.”

“No, it ain’t that it’s, uh, look, can I just see you in it first?”

After a beat in which the only sound is Barclay growling, Indrid slips his glasses from his face.

“Uh. Weren’t you…black earlier?”

“Hmm? Oh! Oh goodness, oh this is very embarrassing.” Indrid’s pink and yellow feathers poof up, “I, I did not even know this could happen this quickly.”

Duck grabs his wrist before he can replace his glasses, “What’s happening quickly?”

“I...my kind have different colorations as mating displays. Barclay will attest I’ve gone deep purple some of the times we have been together. This one…this one means I have met a mate I would like to take charge and look after me.” All four hands twitch anxiously, “Perhaps it is the way you speak, so at ease with yourself and the world, or perhaps it is being in your home and seeing how you have made a peaceful, steady life for yourself. Maybe it is just your bearing, who can say.” His antenna are flattening, his wings pulling in, and he’s hunching his formidable frame in on himself.

Duck rests a hand and soft, colorful fluff, “Lay on the floor. On your back.”

An intrigued chirp as Indrid complies. Duck sits cross legged on the rug by his head, pats his lap so the Sylph rests it there.

“Y’know, was so damn overwhelmed on your ship, didn’t really get a chance to take you in. Now that I got you like this…” he keeps one hand in the down of Indrid’s head, trails the other along the edge of his wing, “I can see you’re the prettiest damn thing in the whole galaxy.”

“T-technically it is several galaxies, since, since Sylvain is very farrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.”

Duck laughs, scritches into the feathers above Indrid’s keel once more, “keep that in mind. Point is, it’s one thing when you’re towerin’ over me like a monster in a campfire story. Another fuckin’ thing entirely to get you like this. Can see you’re just a big ol’ floofball who needs all the attention he can get. “

“Yesrrrrrrrr, duck!”

“Right here, sugar.”

“Nono, I mean du-”

“Ack!” He whacks Joe’s slacks from where they’ve landed on his head.

“I’m sorry!” comes from the other side of the couch.

“You owe me for that, gorgeous!” He calls back, but whatever reply Joe might have is cut off in a moan.

“I am glad they are enjoying themselves.” The purr is constant now, Indrid’s wings gradually unfurling and pooling around him, “Joseph is a fine human, and Barclay deserves all the pleasure and affection the universe can give him.”

“What about you?” Duck takes the tip of one feathery antenna between his thumb and finger.

“What I deserve is not for me to decide. But what I want is for you to, ohgoodness, keep doing that and never stop.”

“This?” Duck pinches harder, runs his fingers down the shaft while his other hand toys with the inside of Indrid’s left wing.

“Yes” a chirr, high and needy, “those are extremely sensitive and, and your hands are so warm.” His back arches and lowers erratically, his upper set of arms reaching back and up to paw at Duck’s chest, “please, I will do anything you wish, just do not stop.”

“Think you could cum from this?” He bites the tip, laughing when Indrid’s wings flex abruptly out and thwack several stray cat toys into the corners.

“It’s b-been known to happen but I, I, want more, I want you to fuck me, please, please.” His lower set of hands are between his legs, frantically stroking a fuzzy, black shaft, silvery liquid coating his fingers, “There is a way for you to fuck me! The slit, it, it allows me to be taken, to be bred by my own kind. Apologies I, ahhhn, I foresaw you saying you do not like to receive.”

“Yeah, not really my thing. But makin you cum on my dick sure as fuck is. Don’t go nowhere.” He bites the antenna again for good measure and practically sprints to the bedroom. Thank fuck the largest of his dicks still has the o-ring ready to snap into the harness, he doesn’t want to keep Indrid waiting a second longer than he has to. He’s so focused on getting his clothes off and the strap-on in place that he barely registers the fact he can’t actually see Joe bent over the table when he passes it; he can only tell he’s there because Barclay is blanketing him, hips working wildly.

“Tsk, couldn’t even wait a few seconds?” He grins as Indrid sheepishly brings his hands to his sides, all four now covered in pre-cum.

“You said not, not to go anywhere. You did not say I couldn’t touch myself.”

“Let’s get one thing straight, sugar.” Duck kneels between spread legs, feels with his fingers for the opening he needs and teases it with the head of the toy, “from here on out, you only do what I tell you, when I tell you to do it.”

“OhhhhhhhOH!” A yelp breaks the purr as Duck pushes in, “yes, yesyes silly me, I will only do what my sweet mate desires.” His wings flutter as Duck rolls his hips, and when Duck slides his hands along his chest his heart is hammering beneath the pink and yellow feathers. A howlgrowlpurr splits the air somewhere to their left, and Indrid shudders happily at the sound. Then he trills as Duck delivers three, sharper thrusts.

“That’s my good Indrid.” Duck swipes his thumb over the peach-fuzz on the tip of the alien’s cock, “does make me wonder what we’re gonna do with this cute thing.”

“Got some ideas.” Barclay rounds the couch, a half-dressed Joe in his arms. Joe is, objectively, a large man, so it’s a little odd and a lot hot to see him bridal carried with ease. His hair is a mess and his throat is covered in hickeys and bite marks

“See, this handsome guy hasn’t cum yet.” Barclay nuzzles Joe’s cheek, “and I think he’d love to try out two alien dicks in one night. Right, babe?”

“God, yes.” Joe shakily unbuttons his shirt as Barclay sets him on his feet, “Is that okay, Indrid?”

Indrid’s red eyes are enormous when he turns them on Duck.

“Good boy, askin’ permission to fuck my favorite ex.” He grins up at the other human, “have a seat, Joe.”

Joe moaning as he sinks onto Indrid’s cock, facing Duck as he does, is hotter than anything he could have dreamed up in the horniest days of his youth.

“Indrid, you feel incredible.” Joe guides Indrid’s lower hands onto his hips. Instead of words, they get a flurry of chirps and clicks in reply, Indrid bucking his hips and weakly fluttering his wings.

“That means, ‘thank you, more please.” Barclay sits on the floor at their sides, petting Indrid’s cheek, “right little moth?”

Another trill and a hurried nod of the head, Indrid working his hips so hard Joe is bounced in place and steadies himself against Duck.

“More, huh? Can manage that.” Duck presses the button on the toy, turning on the vibrating function, laughing when Indrid’s legs kick helplessly on the floor.

“Jesus christ I forgot how good you look when you top.” Joe yanks him into a kiss, little pants and moans collecting on his lips as he lets Indrid fuck him at his own pace.

“Can’t believe the fella who just had Bigfoot on top of him thinks this is rough and in charge.”

“Eh, it’s less topping and more just, uh, claiming with me.” Barclay slaps Joe’s ass, “left some space on his chest in case you like to leave marks too.”

“Mighty polite of you, big fella. Gonna stick to kisses, least for tonight.” He braces his hands on Indrid’s tensing thighs to kiss a line down Joe’s neck.

Fingers grope his belly and caress his arms, “I can see why, ohlord, why Indrid thinks you’re a good mate. You’re so sturdy. So soft. I think he’s onto something.”

“Fuck, Joe, you know what talkin like that does to me.”

The taller man drags his lips along his jaw, “It’s not my fault you have the best body in the world.”

“Joe…” His orgasm is building in his stomach, Indrid chirping every time he thrusts into him.

“You were so handsome when we were younger and now? Jesus, Duck, what am I supposed to do when I go back to D.C? No other guy is gonna compare to the sight of you naked.”

“Fuck” He grinds against the toy, chasing the vibrations as the push him towards the edge. Beneath him, Indrid’s trill finally breaks into words.

“Yes, yesyes, good mates, take me, take me in every wayMpphmm” Indrid purrs around the fingers Barclay presses into his mouth, unafraid of the rows of sharp teeth.

“Dick’s still recovering from this one” he kisses Joe’s shoulder, “but I know you love having something to suck, little moth.”

“Ohfuckme” Joe gasps, cumming with a groan as Indrid’s hips switch to erratic pumps, “holyshit that’s a lot, fuck, fuck that feels good.”

Silvery cum dripping down lean thighs is what finally, finally does Duck in, his orgasm hitting him so intensely he doesn’t even know if the word he shouts is profanity or someone’s name. He slumps, expecting Joe to catch him, and faceplants on a feathery chest instead.

“Sorry” Barclay blushes from over Joe’s head, the other human gathered in his lap, “I get kinda clingy after sex.”

“No harm done.” Duck finishes pulling out so he can rest his head under Indrid’s chin.

“In, indeed. He is very warm and lovely to cuddle.” Indrid murmurs dreamily.

“You two, uh, ever done this kind of research before.”

“Goodness no. It really has all been observations and interviews.” Indrid pets Barclays thigh.

“I’m glad we did though.” Barclay kisses Joe, “but man is it gonna suck to have to go back to the ship.”

“I know the feeling. I have to go back to D.C in a few days. It’s not space but, well, it does put a damper on my desire to ask Duck out again.”

They’re silent for a moment, Duck mentally resigning himself to dreaming of feathers and glowing eyes and driving hours some weekends just to have Joe in his arms again.

“You know, our observation of earth will continue for some time. And, ah, given that our ship can traverse stary systems in a matter of hours, I suspect it can get us and a passenger from here to…”

“Virginia” Duck mumbles, unwilling to turn his face from nuzzling Indrid’s chest.

“Virginia without much difficulty.”

“I’d really like that.” Joe’s hand rests atop his.

“Me too. But, uh, any chance we can talk logistics in the mornin? Y’all wore me out.”

“Agreed.” Indrid wraps one wing around him as Joe pulls blankets from the couch and cuddles up on his other side, Barclay spooning him with a low purr.

“I’m down too. But I call dibs on making breakfast.” The bigfoot yaws.

Duck says, along with two other voices that he plans on hearing for a long, long time, “Deal.”

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