Ace groaned and palmed the thick line in his own pants. “You’re so eager for me.”

He pushed two fingers into Ivo’s wet hole, stretching him easily.

Ivo clutched at Ace, needing to hang on to something. He hadn’t thought he would miss this after just one night. But his body stopped aching so much the moment Ace slid inside him. Ace thrust his fingers lightly, back and forth. Then he pushed deeper, hooking inside like he was trying to find Ivo’s sweet spot.

He found it. Ivo shuddered at the burst of pleasure, trying to breathe.

“You like that?” Ace whispered. “This makes you feel good, doesn’t it?”

He crooked his fingers hard against Ivo’s prostate and kept massaging it.

Ivo came all over Ace, shaking, barely keeping his moans stifled.

“So perfect,” Ace growled, still working that spot. “Coming all over me just like I wanted.”

“I-I didn’t mean to!” Ivo hid his face.

“Don’t hide from me,” Ace murmured. “You’re beautiful just the way you are.”

“I’m not—”

Ace slid his fist up Ivo’s cock, and the words fled Ivo’s tongue. Ace said, “I want you to come again.”

“I d-don’t think I c-can—” Ivo choked when Ace pressed down on his prostate, his entire body shuddering.

“Look at your pretty cock,” Ace whispered hoarsely. “So red for me, so desperate to obey me.”

And he worked his fingers against that sweet spot, over and over until Ivo choked on his moan and came. Ace smeared Ivo’s cum all over his cock, the lubrication turning his strokes sinful. He pushed Ivo into another orgasm. And another. Until Ivo didn’t even know what his name was; he was floating in a cloud of bliss, his entire body loose and relaxed.

“Beautiful,” Ace growled. He laid Ivo back onto the grass, a soft touch dragging up Ivo’s cock. Something hot and wet closed around it, and sucked.

Ivo keened.

“Just cleaning you up,” Ace said around his cock. He continued to lick. Then he pulled his fingers out of Ivo and scooped him up, carrying him over to his nest.

Ace didn’t put Ivo in with Mary, though. Instead, he set Ivo on the ground and walked away. Ivo whined.

“I’m coming back.” Grass rustled. Footsteps thumped. Something soft and heavy landed on the ground next to Ivo, and Ace set Mary gently in Ivo’s lap.

“Mary?” Ivo slurred.

“I’m adding blankets to your nest,” Ace said. “And charging your phone. Brought a power bank with me. Hang on.”

When Ivo cracked his eye open, he found a folded-up blanket tucked into his nest. Ace scooped him up along with Mary, setting them in the middle of the blanket.

“There.” Ace shook out a second blanket and wrapped it around Ivo and Mary. “That should keep you warm tonight.”

Ivo blushed and snuggled deeper into his nest. The walls still weren’t high enough. Ace tucked Ivo’s phone in next to him, now attached to a cord and a power bank. He squeezed in a bottle of water, too.

Ivo must’ve lost some time; when he opened his eye again, his clothes were folded on the edge of his nest, and Ace was picking up the lantern to take it away.

Ivo cuddled Mary closer to himself. “Don’t shift in front of him,” he mumbled to her.

She continued to sleep.

“Why shouldn’t she shift in front of me?” Ace asked quietly.

“Because.”