Brandt
Brandt’s cock was already sitting up and taking notice with just the thought of their upcoming bedplay. While he didn’t usually insist, he decided it wouldn’t hurt to casually suggest that Kay be their middle that evening. His sobroke deserved to be pampered after the stress of being kidnapped, learning that the Drakken’s mortal enemy could truly be their friend, and surviving the battle with Tore’s soldiers.
He’d taken Kay’s massive cock the night before, and he wanted it again. Wanted to be fucked by Kayluth while their Drakken was speared by Manning. It would be like Manning making love to him through Kay.
Brandt’s dick ached and he pushed on it absently. The pressure felt glorious, but he knew it was but a fraction of what could be.
Kay snickered and batted his hand away. “What could our dear ssobroke be imagining? A fantassy, Ssundrake? We will hear it later. Until then, do not touch what iz ours.”
“Fine,” Brandt grumbled, tucking his hands behind his back.
“Papa-sun!” Raisa shouted, waving her little arms like mad to get them to hurry up. “I need you.”
Brandt glanced at his quickly deflating cock with a sigh. Of course, his husbands snickered, pushing him in front as they finished the last few measures to reach their daughter.
Mama and Pap greeted Brandt, Manning, and Kayluth with effervescent embraces, then directed them to a long table laden with full plates. Raisa and Reykos were already seated, but Brandt greeted his sister, Jules, before sitting between them.
No one spoke while they ate, other than appreciative moans and effusive thanks. Brandt added his own to the mix, side-eyeing his mates when some of the sounds they made caused his arousal to spike.
As the meal wound down, Dizuno approached and greeted Kayluth before officially making Brandt’s acquaintance. He plucked Raisa from Brandt’s lap and sat her on his own before launching into a comedic tale about Kay. “When your Father was your age…”
Brandt had to press his lips together to keep from laughing at how bright red Kayluth’s cheeks bloomed as the story unfolded. He tugged on one of the silverssolshanging loose from Kay’s brow. “You were quite the mischief-maker, hm?” he whispered, leaning against his husband.
He never heard Kayluth’s answer, though, as his attention was drawn to a man in the doorway, anxiously glancing around. The guardsman caught sight of Brandt and headed in his direction. Brandt straightened and, with Sekvyn by his side, met the Royal Guardsman halfway.
“Vidar, Lieutenant,” the guardsman said, cringed, and dropped to his knees. “Sirs, I swear, I was only doing as Councilman Pavel asked me to do. He said he needed Andre’s help and did I have someone to replace him. I offered Einar in Andre’s stead, not knowing what was going to happen.” The guard kowtowed in abject misery, or so it appeared to Brandt.
Sekvyn reached down and pulled the guard to his feet. “Kril, no one is accusing you of any wrong-doing. Go back to your post.”
Kril wrung his hands. “You’re sure?” Sekvyn nodded, and the guard deflated. “Tak-kou, sir. Tak-kou, Vidar.” Krill bowed low to Brandt, turned in Kayluth and Manning’s direction and bowed again, then about-faced and left.
“Well,” Brandt muttered, “I already knew Pavel was behind it from Einar, but now we know how he did it.”
“One mystery solved,” Sekvyn agreed. “Actually, more than one with both Pavel’s and Laz’s involvement.”
“True.” Brandt grinned as Manning walked towards him. He held out his hands and when Manning took them, Brandt raised them to his lips and kissed his husband’s knuckles. Sekvyn made a noise of disgust then chuckled, shaking his head fondly at them before returning to the table.
“Though they don’t say,” Manning whispered, leaning closer to Brandt’s ear, “I believe we all have our shadows.”
Brandt pulled back to peer at Manning, confused by what he meant. “If by shadows you mean Johan for you and Orm for Kayluth… then who is mine?”
“Sekvyn, of course.”
They turned to study the lieutenant, who looked engrossed in whatever new story Dizuno told. Brandt didn’t see it. Yeh, Sekvyn was always around, but that was just because they worked together on castle security, right? He shivered and banished the idea of Sekvyn as his bodyguard. He’d been trained by the best; there wasn’t a need to waste someone on him.
“I don’t think so.”
“Maybe not so much inside the castle walls,” Manning said, “but when was the last time you ventured into the city without him accompanying you under some pretense? When was the last time you attended a meeting without him by your side?”
Brandt’s eyes widened in horror. “Gods, you’re right. I’ve been a fool.”
“Fool? No,” Kayluth consoled him with a rub across his upper back, shoulders, and a squeeze of his nape. “Ssekvyn iz ssmart. He knew you would rebel againsst having anyone protect you and asssumed you would not notisse him doing sso. Very ssmart, indeed.”
“It does have a downfall, though,” Manning mused.
“What’s that?” Brandt asked, unable to see the problem except for Sekvyn thinking he couldn’t handle whatever might arise.
“I’d planned on speaking with Ivar about promoting him to General, but the position would require him to forgo your protection. I don’t think he’s ready to turn you over to someone else, especially after the castle breach.”
