Since Alhai pulled away slightly, with his breathing heavily and his gaze flickering downward, trailing over Coco’s body, Coco failed to give him an answer.
So, Alhai took that as a refusal.
"Wife.." The diator murmured, the word filled with affection and desire.
His hands slid down her leg to grasp her thigh, his touch firm and certain about what he wanted, then he paused, a sly smile playing at his lips as he glanced back up at her.
"I promise that.." He continued, his voice dropping to a low, husky purr. "I won’t soil the bed."
Coco’s eyebrows furrowed. "What do you.."
"I an, I’ll make sure to drink it all up." Alhai humd, getting on his knees and untying his robe, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. "I’ll trace my tongue all over and make sure that I won’t let a single spill on the bed."
Coco could only stare at him, not sure what he was saying at first, but her eyes trailed down and landed on the tent in his pants.
Coco’s entire face imdiately burned crimson, the realization crashing down on her like a bucket of icy water because this diator.. How can he say such things so openly?
Not to ntion..
The bed— the guest bed, which was pristine, immaculate, and most importantly not theirs.. He wants to do that on a bed that wasn’t theirs?
Her flush deepened so dramatically that she practically glowed against the light-colored sheets, her mortification evident on the color of her face and her expression alone.
Alhai noticed her sudden tension and paused, raising a brow. "... What?"
She covered her face with both hands, muffling her response into her palms. "Alhai, this is mama’s guest room.."
A beat of silence passed, then Alhai snorted.
"So?" He muttered, clearly unbothered, before dipping his head back down toward her neck now that he finally got rid of his clothing.
Coco groaned, but tilted her head back to expose her skin to her husband.
This man has no sha. She thought, pressing her lips into a tight line, before shuddering when Alhai’s kisses pressed on a particular spot that had her legs twitching.
"That’s a good girl." Alhai chuckled, making Coco’s cheeks flush with embarrassnt.
From the corner of her eyes, she saw Heiren slip past the heavy curtains, the dim light filtering through the fabric casting faint shadows across his handso features.
His gaze t hers, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he moved closer.
He pressed his knee on the bed and started crawling over to her spot, his hand imdiately finding her thigh, his touch gentle yet sohow desperate.
His eyes flickered to Alhai, making the diator stop peppering kisses to their wife’s neck.
A silent comnt ca from Alhai and got exchanged between them before he went back to his ministrations, earning him a delicious whimper from Coco.
Heiren chuckled and leaned down to the flustered Coco.
"Relax, my wife." The brown haired diator murmured, his voice low and barely above whisper. "We can be quiet, and if you want, I can keep my lips on yours to keep you quiet."
Coco opened her mouth to retort— to try and regain so level of sanity in this increasingly intimate situation.
But before she could, Alhai’s attention turned to her neck, his mouth latching onto the sensitive skin and sucking gently, causing her to gasp, her words turning into a soft whimper, her protest abruptly swallowed by the sudden wave of pleasure that surged through her.
Too absorbed in their growing desire for their lovely wife, with Alhai’s mouth tracing kisses down her collarbone and with Heiren’s fingers deftly loosening the ties of her nightgown— neither diator noticed the soft click of the door opening behind them.
Nor did they register the quiet shuffling of clothing from their back, followed by careful footsteps.
Not until..
"... Am I interrupting?"
Quizen’s dry voice cut through the haze like a blade, causing Coco’s eyes to to fly open, her face flushing badly as she locked onto the blue haired diator’s raised eyebrow, Kairo’s stunned expression, and Zaque’s poorly concealed frown behind Quizen.
Alhai and Heiren froze, silence filling the entire room.
Kairo cleared his throat and decided to break the silence, walking over to the door to shut it tight and lock it.
The two diators hovering over Coco felt their eyebrows twitch.
"Yes." Heiren deadpanned, not moving an inch.
"Fantastic timing as always." Alhai added, equally unrepentant of being caught trying to do their wife the mont they got the chance.
Coco groaned, dragging a pillow over her face.
This is mortifying. She thought, her heart hamring in her ears, clutching the pillowcase tightly.
She never thought she would be in a situation like this— well, she experienced getting walked in by the diators a couple of tis by now, but to not be drowned in pleasure when it happened was incredibly embarrassing.
While the three diators were arguing with each other, Zaque took notice of Coco’s position.
Alhai was pressed between her legs, half-naked, and Heiren’s hands were idle on her chest, just there, existing, but Coco didn’t move, though her face was covered with a pillow.
The first husband sighed, loudly.
"Can the three of you stop?" Zaque grumbled, raising a hand to press his fingers on his temples. "Can’t you see that our wife is in an uncomfortable position?"
Upon hearing his words, the three diators stopped what they were doing and snapped their attention to Coco.
Sure enough, Zaque was right.
"This is all your fault, Quizen." Alhai hissed, his hands shooting out to fix her nightgown in place.
"Since you decided to be a cockblock, might as well let Coco finish." Heiren huffed, glancing at Quizen with narrowed eyes.
Coco’s eyes snapped open and she hastily pushed the pillow of her face. "You don’t have to—"
"I’m quite good with my tongue." Quizen humd, already on his knees and crawling over to Coco’s spot.
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