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“Hey, Kal?” He blinks, pulling away from his husband enough to look at his sister.
“Hmm?” There’s nothing he’d like more than to get back to his heating session with Luca, but its not like Esha to walk in and interrupt him so he’s curious.
She sighs, seeing Luca’s state of half dress. “You guys mind helping Dav and I move? Dav found a little place out in Arlathan for us.” Kal cocks his head. Arlathan isn’t his favorite, but he does owe David for everything…
“We’ll assist.” Luca decides, pulling him back in for more. Kal smiles into the heated kiss.
Esha simply moves off with a huff. “Be by the Lighthouse tomorrow morning.” Kal hums into his husband’s lips. Spite makes it all the more worth it as he reappears behind Kal more than ready to go.
Kal sets the last of the boxes down in the small woodland cabin, David plopping a few of his own down beside him. “So. David.” His eyes land on David’s face. He’s not touching anything. There’s nothing he’ll fall on to hurt himself more.
“Caleb?” That smirk plays on the other man’s face for a moment before Kal’s fist finds it’s target. “Kal?! What the hell are y—“ Kal’s foot finds David’s sack. The shorter man’s on the floor, clearly in pain.
He kneels down, muttering in Davrin’s ear. “I know what you said.” He leaves without wasting a moment. Luca’s waiting, after all.
Kal restrains himself to light kisses and flirty touches as they wait for everyone else to arrive. Their kids are behaving well enough. Dad’s sitting at the end of the table, arms crossed, waiting more or less patiently.
Aloe, Larry, and Nella arrive first, taking seats somewhere behind him. Moni and Neve stroll on in. Spite steals his lips.
“Daddy?” Fey asks. “Why is Uncle David hurt?”
Esha strolls on up to them to answer Fey’s question. “Davrin’s made some unfortunate comments that your Dad learned about. My idiot of a husband took a while to learn how to keep his mouth shut.”
“Esh?!” Kal is far too amused at that indignation, going so far as to pull away from his husband to stare at the injured Warden.
“Mi amor, what did you do?”
He blinks innocently. “He said he’d kill you.” Luca’s brows furrow.
“That was years ago.” David complains. “Didn’t think anyone would remember that…”
Esha sighs. “I told you this would happen if you didn’t shut your mouth. You’re lucky we were flirting at the time. Kal would have killed you then if we weren’t.” Kal simply smirks, getting back to his much better time with his husbands.