With the immediate threats neutralized and Lin safely back in their arms, the family made a collective decision: they would all move to Arthur's sprawling estate. It was the most secure location, a fortress disguised as a luxurious home. Arthur, in a rare show of generosity and long-term thinking, gifted Jeff and Liam a beautifully renovated wing on the east side of the property—complete with private gardens and its own entrance. He did the same for Smart and Abbey, giving them a charming guest house on the west side with plenty of space for Abbey's recovery and Smart's tech setups.
The estate felt alive for the first time in years. Laughter echoed through the halls. Lin's giggles became the soundtrack of their days. Abbey, still healing but full of spirit, doted on her new "niece" Lin constantly.
That evening, Abbey had offered to watch Lin so Ben and Arthur could have some time alone. The house was blissfully empty.
Ben stood on the wide balcony overlooking the manicured gardens, a glass of red wine in hand. The night air was cool against his skin. He sipped slowly, trying to let the tension of the past weeks melt away.
Strong arms slid around his waist from behind. A warm, solid body pressed against his back. Arthur's breath ghosted over his ear.
"I miss you, babe," he whispered, voice low and rough with need.
Ben's heart stuttered. He turned in Arthur's arms, wine glass forgotten on the railing. Their eyes locked—months of Ben pulling away, avoiding intimacy while recovering and processing the pregnancy, flashed through his mind. He had been scared, distant, protective of his changing body. It had killed Arthur slowly, but the man had waited patiently.
No more waiting.
Ben crashed their mouths together in a hungry kiss. Arthur groaned, hands tightening on Ben's waist as he pulled him flush against his body. The kiss was desperate, tongues sliding hot and wet, teeth nipping at lips. Arthur's hands roamed down to grip Ben's ass, squeezing hard as he ground their hips together.
"Fuck, I've wanted this for so long," Arthur growled against his mouth.
They didn't make it inside for the first round.
Arthur spun Ben around, pressing him against the balcony railing. He yanked Ben's pants and underwear down in one rough motion, exposing him to the cool night air. Ben moaned as Arthur dropped to his knees, spreading his cheeks and burying his tongue deep inside without warning. The wet, filthy sounds of Arthur eating him out filled the quiet night—long, hungry licks followed by pointed thrusts of his tongue.
"Arthur—shit—yes," Ben gasped, gripping the railing as pleasure shot through him.
Arthur worked him open thoroughly, adding fingers until Ben was dripping and begging. Then Arthur stood, freed his thick, aching cock, and pushed in with one deep thrust. Ben cried out, the stretch burning so good after so long. Arthur fucked him hard against the railing, one hand over Ben's mouth to muffle his moans, the other stroking Ben's cock in time with his powerful thrusts.
"You feel so fucking tight," Arthur panted, biting Ben's shoulder. "Missed this ass. Missed breeding it."
Ben came first with a muffled scream, spilling over Arthur's fist. Arthur followed seconds later, burying himself deep and flooding Ben with hot cum.
They barely caught their breath before Arthur scooped Ben up and carried him inside to the master bedroom.
In their new private wing, Jeff and Liam were lost in their own world.
They lay tangled on the large couch, limbs intertwined. Jeff's fingers traced lazy patterns on Liam's back while Liam nuzzled into his neck.
"I still can't believe we're here," Liam whispered. "Safe. Together. With family."
Jeff kissed his temple. "You're my home now. All of this… it's ours." He pulled Liam closer, their legs tangled. "I love you so much it scares me sometimes."
Liam smiled against his skin. "Good. Keep being scared. Means you're not letting go."
They stayed like that for hours—soft kisses, whispered promises, gentle touches that spoke of deep love and quiet passion.
Back in the master bedroom, Arthur laid Ben on the bed and stripped him completely. He took his time now, worshipping every inch of Ben's body with his mouth—sucking marks onto his chest, licking down his abs, and swallowing Ben's cock to the hilt. Ben arched, fingers tangled in Arthur's hair as he fucked his throat.
When Ben was shaking on the edge again, Arthur pulled off, slicked himself, and slid back inside in one smooth thrust. This round was slower, deeper—Arthur grinding against that perfect spot inside Ben with every roll of his hips.
"Look at me," Arthur commanded. Their eyes locked as he fucked him through another shattering orgasm.
Afterward, during the gentle aftercare—Arthur cleaning Ben with a warm cloth and massaging his hips—the touches turned heated again. Ben pushed Arthur onto his back and rode him hard, hands braced on that broad chest, hips snapping down relentlessly. Arthur's groans filled the room as he gripped Ben's waist, thrusting up to meet him until they both came again, messy and loud.
Finally, they stumbled into the luxurious bathroom for a shower that quickly turned filthy.
Arthur pressed Ben against the tiled wall under the hot spray. He lifted one of Ben's legs, hooking it over his hip, and thrust back inside. Water cascaded over their joined bodies as Arthur fucked him with deep, punishing strokes. Steam filled the air. Ben's moans echoed off the tiles, louder now that he didn't have to hold back.
Arthur's hand wrapped around Ben's cock, stroking him firmly. "Cum for me again, babe. Want to feel you squeeze me."
Ben shattered with a broken cry, clenching hard around Arthur. Arthur followed with a guttural groan, filling him once more.
They stayed under the water for a long time afterward, kissing softly, holding each other as the intensity faded into tender affection.
By the time they collapsed into bed, exhausted and sated, the estate was quiet.
And sleep took over but the eyes still watched.