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It came to him after sex, when Grian was all soft and sleepy. Mumbo had been as kind to clean them up, mostly because he had been worried that the kids would have problems and he was going to have lip stick on and then they would have so many questions to explain and Skizz would be just confused… which was adorable but the poor boy wasn’t leaving camp with the normal knowledge a kid got from being in camp. Grian really really wasn’t looking forward when Skizz came back from camp and his Coach asked him all about what he learnt at camp.
Grian could just imagine that conversation… Skizz had become a very vocal ally to the others now he learnt about their fights and problems. He had called his own brother out for using the wrong words, as well as himself. While it was great to see the kid learning about the world and growing empathy Grian could only hope Skizz would be safe once he tried to stop his father from calling something ‘faggoty’ or worse. Grian was pretty sure the man would come hunt them down if Skizz mentioned that he saw one of the male counsellors in lipstick.
Grian was laying there, feeling like he could just drift off when Mumbo joined him again, in pjs and a smile. He shifted to gracelessly wiggle against him, making Mumbo groan and shift until they were wrapped around each other. Grian sighed in pure happiness, Mumbo was giving him soft kisses, pulling little happy noises from him. This was perfection… this was what made life all worth it. He was in the arms of his boyfriend, all content and happy.
Mumbo nuzzled at him. “You… you said something earlier…” Mumbo whispered and Grian wracked his brains for what he said… to be fair he said a lot earlier. He hoped he didn’t upset Mumbo… he had might have gotten a little carried away since he had a cute and sexy man in his lap to make feel better about his body.
“Was it… calling you my naughty little sex kitten because anything I say in the midst of sex cannot be held against me and you were just so damn pretty with those panties in your mouth, and your garter collar and you know…” Grian quickly rambled, hoping it wasn’t that, he had liked Mumbo in a collar, it suited him just fine and Grian had made some mental notes about maybe picking up another… He hadn’t searched all of Neil’s box so there might be one or two lurking in the depths.
Mumbo snorted at the memory. “Oh no, there is no complaints here, I will be your maid cat boy was it?” He teased and Grian turned red. They just couldn’t stop feeding into each other. What was supposed to be a cheeky little bit became a massive roleplay and whilst in the midst of it, it was hot and the best sex he ever had, but out of the moment the details get a little hazy and the concepts a little odd. Grian didn’t know if anyone outside of them who may see it would even enjoy it as much as they did.
Grian held up his hands in defence. “You weren’t complaining when your Lord had to punish you for not dusting right! And you back answered me! That was extra spankings I couldn’t let anyone not even my best sexy cat boy maid answer me back! I am the Lord of well everything!” Grian justified and realised how silly it sounded.
Mumbo grunted annoyed. “Well, your sexy cat boy maid only had your sock to dust! Honestly OSHA violations all around. I will be contacting ACAS about this unfair employee treatment. I was receiving unfair treatment; you try to dust with someone sucking on your cock through your panties. I was set up to fail!” He told him before joining Grian in the giggles. “But it wasn’t that I was talking about. I would like to discuss how we went from vanishing acts to me being your servant animal man but no, you… earlier… you said you love me.” Mumbo whispered.
In the darkness Grian lay there, having not realised that he had said that. He felt himself go still in Mumbo’s arms, his breath caught in his chest. No sudden movements, no sudden emotions.
Mumbo breathed for them both. “I just wanted to say…” Mumbo’s hand covered Grian’s.
“I…” A squeeze.
“Love…” A second squeeze.
“You…” A third and final squeeze.
And it all came together in Grian’s mind. Three squeezes. Mumbo saying I love you all the time. When Grian was scared, or worried, or in the quiet moments, the man was just saying I love you. It was second nature to them, the need to reach out and tap three times. Mumbo even did it in his sleep. Loving him was as easy as breathing so Grian breathed again, and squeezed back three times.