Deimos’ face burned and heart thudded.
They were his.
Silently, Deimos watched Mira dress herself in his clothes, and pad over to Kalmin who was cooking. She greeted him softly and slid up close to him, her hand sliding over to his ass to grope him playfully. Kalmin let out a shaky laugh and kissed her, a little turned on, a little shy, but loving every second of Mira’s fingers play with his ass. Afterwards, Kalmin went back to finish cooking the eggs while Mira kept her hand around his waist. They chatted softly, too softly for Deimos to hear.
The sight was so domestic. So perfect.
His girlfriend and boyfriend kissing at his stove, making breakfast after a long and hot amorous night.
This was f*****g perfect.
Deimos got up and walked over to the two of them. Kalmin heard him a
