"Who does this belong to, baby boy?" He squeezed gently.

"You," Lucien gasped.

"Only me."

"Only you."

And whatcha know? By the time they were done, by the time Lucien was all panted out and fell limp against him, well and truly satisfied, Angel had to change him all over again.

A sweater replaced the hoodie. A clean diaper replaced the love-soaked one. And if they had time, Angel swore he would have done it all again, but they'd been playing with fire as it was and he knew they were running out of minutes by the second.

Joel was late. By the time they'd made it downstairs and he'd...