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He covered it, coughing.\n\n“I think that gives you an indication of just how bored he is,” Thomas said, “that sex isn’t helping anymore.”\n\n“Can I pour water over this stuff?” the squirrel asked.\n\n“Should be,” Gilbert replied, then sighed melancholically. “There’s nothing in here that’s reactive to Oxygen or hydrogen.”\n\nDonal looked at the armadillo, the pan, then stepped away. “You know what, you guys can deal with this.” He walked by Thomas, who watched the panda pull the armadillo out of the chair and set him to clean.\n\nThomas understood how Gilbert felt.\n\nFour days shouldn’t be this boring. Not with the guys around. But the only one of them who seemed to be okay with being confined to this house was Donal, who fiddle with his… project. It had now gained part of a toy car, which the squirrel had found during his walk around the city while Thomas and the others were being debriefed. He had wedged it between the bent penny and what might have been the key to an ancient lock.\n\nThomas walked around the well-appointed house, wondering if he should let Limbani find him. Getting fucked was approaching the ‘why was he bothering’ point—and that felt like blasphemy to him—but it was something to do, or have done to him. There was no risk he’d burn down the house if he got too bored, but he was starting to think about the moon as a place to try to teleport too, he could see it after all and that had to mean it wouldn’t exhaust him.\n\nRight?\n\nThomas hadn’t expected to be put up in an actual house when Raphael said they’d be waiting in a safe house. Too many movies had taught him that safe house was just code for a dingy motel room on the outskirt of a city where, within five minutes of arriving, the bad guys found those hiding there.\n\nHadn’t Raphael been the bad guy before they came to Kansas City? Did that mean they’d been caught before they were put in the safe house? Was that a record of some sort?\n\nHow long would it have taken Gilbert to come up with a way to burn down the motel if the seven of them had been confined to a motel room? How long until he and Felix were strangling each other? There was a limit to how beneficial angry sex was, right?\n\nLimbani’s moans came through the door as he walked by, followed by a scream for Felix to fuck him harder, to fuck him like he actually meant it.\n\nWhat was behind that door? It wasn’t the garage or one of the bedrooms. Thomas had been fucked in it by the monkey, he was sure of that, but he hadn’t actually taken in the room itself. A storage closet?\n\nWithin minutes of being deposited in the house, with orders not to leave it, Limbani had explored all of it and returned with a grin. Before lunch, he’d had sex in every room in the large house. That meant three bedrooms, two bathrooms, the kitchen, the dining room, the garage, the unfinished basement, and that room Felix was fucking him in right now. \n\nThe Laundry room, that was the one.\n\nAs soon as lunch was over, the monkey announced he was going to have sex with everyone in the house, in each of the rooms. What the monkey hadn’t mentioned at the time was that he would do all he could to be seen by someone outside of the house, plastering his partner of choice against a window anywhere one of them was accessible. The living room one had lines of cum all over it.\n\nThere had been an argument over leaving that there, with the monkey defending the proof of his actions with a ‘no one but us is in here and you don’t need to use it to get any of us to fuck you’. Olavo had replied in Spanish and the monkey had pushed him against the window and fucked him.\n\nThomas suspected Raphael had consulted a precognitive before assigning them the house. It was the only reason it had come with high privacy fences all around it.\n\nThat, or the monkey was less the exception Thomas believed him to be when it came to shoving his cock in the outside world’s face than he’d expected.\n\nHe made it up the stairs as Olavo exited the master bedroom naked, hard and wiping cum off the side of his mouth with a finger.\n\n“What’s the smell?” the capybara asked.\n\n“Gilbert’s boredom. He decided to play chemistry set with whatever he found under the sink, and possibly some stuff from the garage. If you know of anything in those places that can create fumes that will kill us, I’d like to know.”\n\n“Economics Major here,” Olavo said, “not Chemistry. But don’t worry, if you start feeling lightheaded, or sick, I’ll fuck it right out of you.”\n\nThomas opened his mouth to tell the capybara that wasn’t a thing and closed it, because, in his case, it was. Somehow, the idea Olavo could heal someone by fucking them was more difficult to accept than Gilbert forming a candle flame in the palm of his hand, or Yating walking through a wall.\n\n“How is he?” Thomas asked, motioning to the door.\n\n“He’s…” the capybara shrugged.\n\nIf Donal was the one least affected by their situation, Madoc was the one most affected by it, but in his case, it wasn’t being stuck in the house. It was Raphael confirming that Madoc indeed had a son. The news had sent him into a depressive state deep enough he hadn’t initiated sex in the four days they’d been here.\n\n“I’m going to keep him company,” Thomas said, reaching for the door.\n\n“If you need me,” Olavo replied, swatting the rat’s ass, “you know where to find me.”\n\nIf he wasn’t having sex, Olavo was at the computer playing poker against strangers. Under other circumstances, Thomas would wonder if he was addicted, but it was just how he dealt with boredom. Limbani fucked, Felix bitched, Yating read, Gilbert worked on his doctorate. At least that was what Thomas had thought until the kitchen incident. Maybe what he’d been doing was researching which household product was easiest to turn into an explosive.\n\nAnd Donal had his… even project felt wrong. It was certainly not a toy, like Felix loved to call it. The squirrel took too much care with where he put whichever item he found and added to it. Thomas had thought it was a way for him to cope with being homeless, his version of piling possessions in a shopping cart and dragging it everywhere. But now? He wasn’t obsessive about it, just meticulous.\n\nThat reminded Thomas, again, that he had to find out if the squirrel had somewhere to go back to when this was over. Somewhere real, a family, a home.\n\nThomas entered the bedroom, and at least temporarily, his wandering was over. He couldn’t seem to sit still in the house. He couldn’t decide if it was because he’d been on the run for more than a month now, his weeks living on the street, an eagerness to go save his family, or just plain utter boredom.\n\nOne thing that it wasn’t, he kept telling himself, was fear of Limbani dragging him down to the basement as the last place left in the house where the two of them hadn’t fucked. Thomas had no problems with basements. He’d been fucked by thirteen guys in one, so that was fine.\n\nOf course, that room hadn’t been the dingy affair this basement was. Thomas shuddered at the memory of going down those steps, the humid, moldy smell, the darker patch on the wall that he couldn’t explain away by the shadows the anemic bulb cast.\n\n“Hey,” Thomas greeted the muscular rat seated in the plush chair by the window. It was turned toward the bed, something one of them had done the first time they’d had to pull Madoc out to have sex. He was naked, as usual, but flaccid, which struck Thomas as wrong. Sure, the rat wasn’t always hard, but another naked guy was usually all it took.\n\nMadoc barely looked at him. Thomas wouldn’t be surprise to find out that was the position he’d been in while Olavo sucked him off.\n\n“It just occurred to me,” Thomas said as he sat on the edge of the bed. “But this is your city. Doesn’t that mean you have a house here?”\n\nThe rat shook his head.\n\n“Really? Come on, your family has to have a house around here, the hotel can’t be it. The way you’re all having sex, it’s going to be one large place where you can all—”\n\n“My family’s dead,” Madoc snapped. “And if you have to know. My home is in Denver. Not in this forsaken hell hole Raphael moved us to just so he wouldn’t have to deal with that cheetah.”\n\n“Cheetah?” Thomas asked, raising his hands defensively at the glare now directed at him. “I’m sorry. I meant the Lewistons as a whole, not… you know. But in my defense, we have different memories of how things are.” None of his included Madoc having explained he lived in Denver before.\n\n“I so can’t wait for that Mercier mind reader to get here and fix all of this,” Madoc said angrily.\n\nThey had been informed, when a resupply of food had been brought the day before, that the Mercier had agreed to lend Raphael their mind reader, but that it would be awhile before he’d be in Kansas.\n\nOlavo had explained, once Raphael’s man had left, that meant they were still arguing over who got the better end of the deal. Elders never stopped playing politics, he’d added bitterly.\n\n“Until he does get here, do you mind explaining?” Thomas asked. “I don’t remember Denver ever coming up before.”\n\n“I—” Madoc snapped his muzzle close and rubbed his face. He sounded calmer when he spoke again. “A few years ago, this cheetah comes out of nowhere. Something about him being the last surviving member of a family they thought was dead. He shoved his cock in Denver politics, sucked off the Cormorans to the point they did whatever he said.” He ground his teeth. “He told them to kick my family out.” He closed his eyes. “Only months after we’d lost nearly everyone to some crazy killer who that guy’s family pissed off.” He said, biting each word.\n\n“And Raphael, coward that he is, went along with it instead of fighting for my ancestral home!” He swallowed and wiped tears from his eyes. “Alistair would never have tucked tail like that. He was the elder,” Madoc said before Thomas could ask, “before Raphael. He was a casualty of that killer. Just like my father, three brothers, more cousins than I can count.”\n\nWhen he continued, he sounded tired. “But it’s not just that. I can’t even go back and see the places I lived. Raphael went and pissed that cheetah off to the point where if one of us sets foot home, we get arrested on sight, charged with something stupid, then sent back here with a record.”\n\nThomas swallowed. “Someone can do that?” A cheetah had done that?\n\nMadoc shrugged. “Money gives power. We all use it, but we’re not supposed to use it against each other. We have enough fucking problems without turning against our own.”\n\nWhat were the odds that cheetah was some other one and not the Denton Brislow he’d sought, after Grant’s contact had said not to. They had said there was something between that guy and the Lewistons, and what Madoc had described definitely qualified as something.\n\nWas that why they’d tried to capture him?\n\nHe thought about telling the other rat he understood how he felt. After all, he too had been chased out of his home and he had to seek refuge somewhere he’d rather not be, while other people decided what would happen to him and his home.\n\nThen he remembered who had been chasing him across the north of Central US, and that being on the run for a bit really was not like losing your ancestral home, and that he still had his entire family waiting for him once this was over.\n\nYeah, Thomas wasn’t going there and making this about himself. He’d come here to check in on the rat and raise his spirit. He looked at the soft cock and wondered if there was anything he could do in Madoc’s current state to change that, then remembered something about his frat brother.\n\nIt was possible his memory couldn’t be trusted, but he was confident this had happened to him when he was depressed. He stood and went to the rat. He ran a hand along Madoc’s arm as he leaned in.\n\n“Thomas,” the rat said tiredly, “I’m not in—”\n\n“Don’t you think I look thin?” Thomas whispered into Madoc’s ear.\n\n“I know what you’re trying to do,” the rat said with a sigh.\n\nThomas ran a hand over the sculpted biceps. “I was on my back, on the altar in the frat’s basement, the first time you said I should have more mass. When you saw the pictures of my brother Judith send Yating, you dragged my tail to the gym because you felt I was wasting my genetic potential.” He ran his other hand down the chiseled chest, then abs, and caressed along the Adonis belt. “When I came back after spending nearly a week of winter-break in the hospital, I made a surprisingly quick recovery, thanks to someone’s secret training supplements.”\n\nMadoc chuckled, then let Thomas pull him up and guide him to the bed, where he laid him on his stomach. Thomas stretched next to him, running a hand along the Trapezius.\n\n“You’re always saying you’re going to make me into the next Mister Universe,” Thomas said, “but I think you’re aiming to get there too.”\n\nMadoc laughed. “I thought you said you weren’t interested.”\n\n“I’m glad we remember that the same way.” Thomas pulled the rat on his side and pressed against his back, hands roaming over his pectorals. “But I thought all that work you were doing on me was so you could get in my straight brother’s pants.” Madoc snorted, and Thomas ignored it right after he said straight. “I didn’t realize your goal was to fuck me into perfection.” He nuzzled the back of the rat’s neck. “That’s the kind of workout instructor I’d happily bend over for.”\n\n“You do know you’d still have to work out, right?”\n\n“Really?” Thomas asked, licking along the side. “no free drinks from the tap?” he gently ran a claw over a nibble.\n\nMadoc inhaled sharply. “It’s about momentum,” he said, breathing heavily. “My power is separate from the workout, so if you do that on top of me buffing you, you get even bigger.”\n\n“So,” Thomas said as he rolled Madoc onto his back. “If we want to fix all the atrophy I suffered from being on the run and living on the street, we’re going to have to find a gym.” He crawled over the rat and nibbled on a nipple. “Do you think they’ll let us use their sauna for your intended purposes?” Thomas asked mischievously.\n\nMadoc gasped, and Thomas felt the cock under him stiffen. Before he could find his breath to answer, the door burst open.\n\n“There you’re hiding!” Limbani yelled. He froze, looking at them, stunned. “Why are the two of you wasting time with foreplay?”\n\nThomas sighed, annoyance and disappointment fighting for dominance until a new idea popped into his head. “Okay, forget me and Mister Universe. What would it take to turn Limbani into a gorilla?”\n\nMadoc frowned, studying the monkey who was still looking at them as his the lack of fucking had derailed his brain. “I don’t know. We would have do to something about the tail.”\n\nThey dragged the still confused monkey to the bed, which was about the most resistance Thomas had ever seen from him when it came to sex, but once the fucking started, Limbani went right back to his usual, overeager self.",
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Kansas City, KS, February 23th
Thomas cracked the bathroom door and immediately forgot he was hiding from a stalking monkey as the acrid smell of something burning seeped through. Hopefully, Limbani was busy with one of the others, because this was more important.
He made it to the kitchen as Donal put the lid over a pan, cutting off the flames.
“What were you thinking?” Yating yelled, shoving the armadillo in a chair by the table.
On the counter, far too close to the stove, were household cleaners, some metal scrubbing pads, a half melted spatula, and plates containing material Thomas couldn’t identify.
“I’m bored,” Gilbert replied, slouching. “There’s no lab for me to go to and pass the time.”
“I thought you guys have sex when you get bored,” Donal said. He inched the cover off and black smoke escaped. He covered it, coughing.
“I think that gives you an indication of just how bored he is,” Thomas said, “that sex isn’t helping anymore.”
“Can I pour water over this stuff?” the squirrel asked.
“Should be,” Gilbert replied, then sighed melancholically. “There’s nothing in here that’s reactive to Oxygen or hydrogen.”
Donal looked at the armadillo, the pan, then stepped away. “You know what, you guys can deal with this.” He walked by Thomas, who watched the panda pull the armadillo out of the chair and set him to clean.
Thomas understood how Gilbert felt.
Four days shouldn’t be this boring. Not with the guys around. But the only one of them who seemed to be okay with being confined to this house was Donal, who fiddle with his… project. It had now gained part of a toy car, which the squirrel had found during his walk around the city while Thomas and the others were being debriefed. He had wedged it between the bent penny and what might have been the key to an ancient lock.
Thomas walked around the well-appointed house, wondering if he should let Limbani find him. Getting fucked was approaching the ‘why was he bothering’ point—and that felt like blasphemy to him—but it was something to do, or have done to him. There was no risk he’d burn down the house if he got too bored, but he was starting to think about the moon as a place to try to teleport too, he could see it after all and that had to mean it wouldn’t exhaust him.
Right?
Thomas hadn’t expected to be put up in an actual house when Raphael said they’d be waiting in a safe house. Too many movies had taught him that safe house was just code for a dingy motel room on the outskirt of a city where, within five minutes of arriving, the bad guys found those hiding there.
Hadn’t Raphael been the bad guy before they came to Kansas City? Did that mean they’d been caught before they were put in the safe house? Was that a record of some sort?
How long would it have taken Gilbert to come up with a way to burn down the motel if the seven of them had been confined to a motel room? How long until he and Felix were strangling each other? There was a limit to how beneficial angry sex was, right?
Limbani’s moans came through the door as he walked by, followed by a scream for Felix to fuck him harder, to fuck him like he actually meant it.
What was behind that door? It wasn’t the garage or one of the bedrooms. Thomas had been fucked in it by the monkey, he was sure of that, but he hadn’t actually taken in the room itself. A storage closet?
Within minutes of being deposited in the house, with orders not to leave it, Limbani had explored all of it and returned with a grin. Before lunch, he’d had sex in every room in the large house. That meant three bedrooms, two bathrooms, the kitchen, the dining room, the garage, the unfinished basement, and that room Felix was fucking him in right now.
The Laundry room, that was the one.
As soon as lunch was over, the monkey announced he was going to have sex with everyone in the house, in each of the rooms. What the monkey hadn’t mentioned at the time was that he would do all he could to be seen by someone outside of the house, plastering his partner of choice against a window anywhere one of them was accessible. The living room one had lines of cum all over it.
There had been an argument over leaving that there, with the monkey defending the proof of his actions with a ‘no one but us is in here and you don’t need to use it to get any of us to fuck you’. Olavo had replied in Spanish and the monkey had pushed him against the window and fucked him.
Thomas suspected Raphael had consulted a precognitive before assigning them the house. It was the only reason it had come with high privacy fences all around it.
That, or the monkey was less the exception Thomas believed him to be when it came to shoving his cock in the outside world’s face than he’d expected.
He made it up the stairs as Olavo exited the master bedroom naked, hard and wiping cum off the side of his mouth with a finger.
“What’s the smell?” the capybara asked.
“Gilbert’s boredom. He decided to play chemistry set with whatever he found under the sink, and possibly some stuff from the garage. If you know of anything in those places that can create fumes that will kill us, I’d like to know.”
“Economics Major here,” Olavo said, “not Chemistry. But don’t worry, if you start feeling lightheaded, or sick, I’ll fuck it right out of you.”
Thomas opened his mouth to tell the capybara that wasn’t a thing and closed it, because, in his case, it was. Somehow, the idea Olavo could heal someone by fucking them was more difficult to accept than Gilbert forming a candle flame in the palm of his hand, or Yating walking through a wall.
“How is he?” Thomas asked, motioning to the door.
“He’s…” the capybara shrugged.
If Donal was the one least affected by their situation, Madoc was the one most affected by it, but in his case, it wasn’t being stuck in the house. It was Raphael confirming that Madoc indeed had a son. The news had sent him into a depressive state deep enough he hadn’t initiated sex in the four days they’d been here.
“I’m going to keep him company,” Thomas said, reaching for the door.
“If you need me,” Olavo replied, swatting the rat’s ass, “you know where to find me.”
If he wasn’t having sex, Olavo was at the computer playing poker against strangers. Under other circumstances, Thomas would wonder if he was addicted, but it was just how he dealt with boredom. Limbani fucked, Felix bitched, Yating read, Gilbert worked on his doctorate. At least that was what Thomas had thought until the kitchen incident. Maybe what he’d been doing was researching which household product was easiest to turn into an explosive.
And Donal had his… even project felt wrong. It was certainly not a toy, like Felix loved to call it. The squirrel took too much care with where he put whichever item he found and added to it. Thomas had thought it was a way for him to cope with being homeless, his version of piling possessions in a shopping cart and dragging it everywhere. But now? He wasn’t obsessive about it, just meticulous.
That reminded Thomas, again, that he had to find out if the squirrel had somewhere to go back to when this was over. Somewhere real, a family, a home.
Thomas entered the bedroom, and at least temporarily, his wandering was over. He couldn’t seem to sit still in the house. He couldn’t decide if it was because he’d been on the run for more than a month now, his weeks living on the street, an eagerness to go save his family, or just plain utter boredom.
One thing that it wasn’t, he kept telling himself, was fear of Limbani dragging him down to the basement as the last place left in the house where the two of them hadn’t fucked. Thomas had no problems with basements. He’d been fucked by thirteen guys in one, so that was fine.
Of course, that room hadn’t been the dingy affair this basement was. Thomas shuddered at the memory of going down those steps, the humid, moldy smell, the darker patch on the wall that he couldn’t explain away by the shadows the anemic bulb cast.
“Hey,” Thomas greeted the muscular rat seated in the plush chair by the window. It was turned toward the bed, something one of them had done the first time they’d had to pull Madoc out to have sex. He was naked, as usual, but flaccid, which struck Thomas as wrong. Sure, the rat wasn’t always hard, but another naked guy was usually all it took.
Madoc barely looked at him. Thomas wouldn’t be surprise to find out that was the position he’d been in while Olavo sucked him off.
“It just occurred to me,” Thomas said as he sat on the edge of the bed. “But this is your city. Doesn’t that mean you have a house here?”
The rat shook his head.
“Really? Come on, your family has to have a house around here, the hotel can’t be it. The way you’re all having sex, it’s going to be one large place where you can all—”
“My family’s dead,” Madoc snapped. “And if you have to know. My home is in Denver. Not in this forsaken hell hole Raphael moved us to just so he wouldn’t have to deal with that cheetah.”
“Cheetah?” Thomas asked, raising his hands defensively at the glare now directed at him. “I’m sorry. I meant the Lewistons as a whole, not… you know. But in my defense, we have different memories of how things are.” None of his included Madoc having explained he lived in Denver before.
“I so can’t wait for that Mercier mind reader to get here and fix all of this,” Madoc said angrily.
They had been informed, when a resupply of food had been brought the day before, that the Mercier had agreed to lend Raphael their mind reader, but that it would be awhile before he’d be in Kansas.
Olavo had explained, once Raphael’s man had left, that meant they were still arguing over who got the better end of the deal. Elders never stopped playing politics, he’d added bitterly.
“Until he does get here, do you mind explaining?” Thomas asked. “I don’t remember Denver ever coming up before.”
“I—” Madoc snapped his muzzle close and rubbed his face. He sounded calmer when he spoke again. “A few years ago, this cheetah comes out of nowhere. Something about him being the last surviving member of a family they thought was dead. He shoved his cock in Denver politics, sucked off the Cormorans to the point they did whatever he said.” He ground his teeth. “He told them to kick my family out.” He closed his eyes. “Only months after we’d lost nearly everyone to some crazy killer who that guy’s family pissed off.” He said, biting each word.
“And Raphael, coward that he is, went along with it instead of fighting for my ancestral home!” He swallowed and wiped tears from his eyes. “Alistair would never have tucked tail like that. He was the elder,” Madoc said before Thomas could ask, “before Raphael. He was a casualty of that killer. Just like my father, three brothers, more cousins than I can count.”
When he continued, he sounded tired. “But it’s not just that. I can’t even go back and see the places I lived. Raphael went and pissed that cheetah off to the point where if one of us sets foot home, we get arrested on sight, charged with something stupid, then sent back here with a record.”
Thomas swallowed. “Someone can do that?” A cheetah had done that?
Madoc shrugged. “Money gives power. We all use it, but we’re not supposed to use it against each other. We have enough fucking problems without turning against our own.”
What were the odds that cheetah was some other one and not the Denton Brislow he’d sought, after Grant’s contact had said not to. They had said there was something between that guy and the Lewistons, and what Madoc had described definitely qualified as something.
Was that why they’d tried to capture him?
He thought about telling the other rat he understood how he felt. After all, he too had been chased out of his home and he had to seek refuge somewhere he’d rather not be, while other people decided what would happen to him and his home.
Then he remembered who had been chasing him across the north of Central US, and that being on the run for a bit really was not like losing your ancestral home, and that he still had his entire family waiting for him once this was over.
Yeah, Thomas wasn’t going there and making this about himself. He’d come here to check in on the rat and raise his spirit. He looked at the soft cock and wondered if there was anything he could do in Madoc’s current state to change that, then remembered something about his frat brother.
It was possible his memory couldn’t be trusted, but he was confident this had happened to him when he was depressed. He stood and went to the rat. He ran a hand along Madoc’s arm as he leaned in.
“Thomas,” the rat said tiredly, “I’m not in—”
“Don’t you think I look thin?” Thomas whispered into Madoc’s ear.
“I know what you’re trying to do,” the rat said with a sigh.
Thomas ran a hand over the sculpted biceps. “I was on my back, on the altar in the frat’s basement, the first time you said I should have more mass. When you saw the pictures of my brother Judith send Yating, you dragged my tail to the gym because you felt I was wasting my genetic potential.” He ran his other hand down the chiseled chest, then abs, and caressed along the Adonis belt. “When I came back after spending nearly a week of winter-break in the hospital, I made a surprisingly quick recovery, thanks to someone’s secret training supplements.”
Madoc chuckled, then let Thomas pull him up and guide him to the bed, where he laid him on his stomach. Thomas stretched next to him, running a hand along the Trapezius.
“You’re always saying you’re going to make me into the next Mister Universe,” Thomas said, “but I think you’re aiming to get there too.”
Madoc laughed. “I thought you said you weren’t interested.”
“I’m glad we remember that the same way.” Thomas pulled the rat on his side and pressed against his back, hands roaming over his pectorals. “But I thought all that work you were doing on me was so you could get in my straight brother’s pants.” Madoc snorted, and Thomas ignored it right after he said straight. “I didn’t realize your goal was to fuck me into perfection.” He nuzzled the back of the rat’s neck. “That’s the kind of workout instructor I’d happily bend over for.”
“You do know you’d still have to work out, right?”
“Really?” Thomas asked, licking along the side. “no free drinks from the tap?” he gently ran a claw over a nibble.
Madoc inhaled sharply. “It’s about momentum,” he said, breathing heavily. “My power is separate from the workout, so if you do that on top of me buffing you, you get even bigger.”
“So,” Thomas said as he rolled Madoc onto his back. “If we want to fix all the atrophy I suffered from being on the run and living on the street, we’re going to have to find a gym.” He crawled over the rat and nibbled on a nipple. “Do you think they’ll let us use their sauna for your intended purposes?” Thomas asked mischievously.
Madoc gasped, and Thomas felt the cock under him stiffen. Before he could find his breath to answer, the door burst open.
“There you’re hiding!” Limbani yelled. He froze, looking at them, stunned. “Why are the two of you wasting time with foreplay?”
Thomas sighed, annoyance and disappointment fighting for dominance until a new idea popped into his head. “Okay, forget me and Mister Universe. What would it take to turn Limbani into a gorilla?”
Madoc frowned, studying the monkey who was still looking at them as his the lack of fucking had derailed his brain. “I don’t know. We would have do to something about the tail.”
They dragged the still confused monkey to the bed, which was about the most resistance Thomas had ever seen from him when it came to sex, but once the fucking started, Limbani went right back to his usual, overeager self.",
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