A/N: Very, very light CNC. Nothing scary or anything, and honestly very sweet and relatable. Fluff incoming!

Errands meant time to himself, and Adam cherished that time greatly. He played the heaviest metal loud enough to have the bass buzzing in his chest. It needed to be loud, he literally needed to feel the beat in his heart. The top of his car came down too, maybe he had indulged in the first check he'd gotten, but he wasn't much of a spender.

Currently his main polycule was sitting on almost a million dollars of unspent money. He really preferred not to even look at his bank account unless he was donating it or needed to add money to his card.

The wind blew through his hair but did nothing to soothe his inner turmoil. He was starting to feel pent up. Another season of music making had left a lot of them feeling a little abandoned and frustrated. Off season meant they could spend more time with their Mains and recharge their batteries again. It was another blip in time they had to make memories with each other instead of passing out from exhaustion five days out of the week trying to write music.

He took time to check his mental health, which was always a little crappy. And it was a little worse since group therapy, the first one he'd attended.

*

Jeanne smiled when she saw him and introduced herself immediately. Adam was polite, but brisk and clearly uncomfortable. He didn't like therapy. He didn't trust therapists with their mind games.

Jeanne had analyzing eyes and Adam didn't like how she stared right through him. The office felt stuffy, like the air was thicker in there. "Adam, you seem uncomfortable. Can I get you something to drink?"

He'd smiled tensely. "I can get it myself, thank you."

Anna tossed him a warning look but Jeanne held up a hand. "It must be such a blessing to have so many people that love you. They've all said wonderful things about you." 

"I like them too," He'd muttered, glancing at the door.

Jeanne tipped her head. "Just like?"

Adam's eyes snapped up in immense irritation immediately. She'd said it so non confrontationally, but Adam wasn't stupid. He fought the urge to look at the others. He could sense the tension, a sort of "See? This is exactly what we were talking about!" that lingered in the air. It embarrassed him, and that only made him mad at himself.

Jeanne eyed his clenched hand and crossed her legs. "I'm very happy to meet you, Adam. We've been really hoping you might show up one day. They had a lot of faith that you would, and I have to say..." She looked him over again and Adam could feel the judgment. Maybe it wasn't really there, but he already hated her and his defenses were sky high. "I'm very impressed."

A compliment sandwich. She was happy to meet him, seemed to think based off of what they'd told her that he was incapable of showing up to something as trivial as therapy, but wait, she was impressed! He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Thanks."

Jeanne wrote something down and nodded to Anna and Hazel. They looked everywhere but him. He scowled. "What?" He stared at the others but the only one to meet his eye was Alex.

"Even I come to group therapy, Adam," Alex explained to him nervously. "We're hurt that you think this is stupid."

"Especially when you kind of should definitely consider getting a therapist?" Hazel finished sheepishly, watching Adam's face drop in horror.

"So this is an intervention?" He knew it. He'd known the second he walked into this hellscape they'd fucking do this to him. His legs tensed as he was about to stand and walk out, but he didn't. He had to stay for their benefit at the very least, even if his temper was beginning to rear its ugly head in the worst way.

Jeanne set down her pen and paper and Adam crossed his arms tight. "Adam, I think you're in fight or flight all the time. I didn't want to make any conclusions before we met personally, but this short time has given me clear signs that you already find this unsettling and we've barely exchanged formalities. You were on guard the second you got in here. Your walls are already up because even though you think you are in control, you believe I may be equipped to be more dangerous than you perceive yourself to be. I think you live in a world filled with a sense of responsibility to exclusively care for all of them and protect them from the scary world you see as a result of being in fight or flight. Everyone but yourself. You've already assumed we're all out to get you, and again, it's hardly been three minutes. Yet you stayed, and I think you did that on purpose quite loudly. I believe part of that must come from perceiving yourself as being in a vulnerable position, but when everyone else is vulnerable too, you believe it's your purpose not to be. So, you stayed in order to prove to your partners and not yourself that you are stronger and stronger yet. You've learned to hold back a lot, and as a man, that is part of the illness society has forced upon men. That, and hostility." She paused and looked over the others all staring at the floor. "I am not here to attack you, Adam, but I have also been made aware of your hostility toward people that make your partners nervous or afraid, even going as far to threaten or actually hurt them which you are very lucky to not have ended up in jail over."

Adam huffed out a dry laugh. "Jail would teach me nothing."

Jeanne glazed over that. "I think in here you're afraid of what I might say to break you open and expose the things you feel aren't important enough to look at. But they are, Adam. Let's start with your out of control anger that you have been suppressing under your depression." She sipped her tea and stared him down, not even once looking away from his eyes. He felt like she had shredded him into pieces. "Adam," Her constantly saying his name was driving him batty, it grated on his nerves. "Who is taking care of you?"

Adam felt his face lose the rest of its color and forced his voice to stay steady. "I don't–," His voice broke anyways and he shifted uncomfortably. That panicked feeling was rising in his stomach. Was the room getting smaller? Was everyone looking at him? He had to keep things in line, he was here only to be support and not supported. "I'm fine–,"

Jeanne provided a box of tissues that irritated him (he wasn't crying) but to his surprise she handed them to Connie first and it went down the line. It shook Adam to his core; they were that worried about this? The only time he'd ever hit someone was for Stella. And yes, he was the first person to take a swing at the party for Connie and gotten a little carried away... and the ice cream shop when that idiot was going after Steven and Jasmin had just been about to get a vicious beating had they let him be.

Oh god... he rarely thought about those things because he wasn't sorry. His protective instincts roared to life and killed his ability to feel guilty over it.

He tried to speak but all he could do was sputter something about being fine again. He tried again, he had to. "I don't need– I'm okay."

"Adam." She pressed her lips together and seemed to come to a conclusion. "These people love you, they all cried the entire time they told me about what happened a couple of years ago."

Adam refused to lay down and take it, he felt like he was bleeding out but this was just a test of his willpower. He was frantically grasping onto the monkey bars of what it took to be him but his grip was slipping fast. His hands were sweating and he felt paralyzed, but he was fine dammit. "Are you trying to make me feel guilty?"

"Should you feel guilty about bottling up your feelings until they become molotov cocktails?" Jeanne gave him this sympathetic and heartbroken expression, and it was so genuine... like she could hear him crying for help with every bit of hostility he showed her.

Like she understood him.

"There's this phrase humanity made for itself: you can't love anyone until you love yourself. That phrase is used in this room a lot, because many of your partners feel they are failing you by not having enough self love. Many of them have bad tempers too, and they feel terrible about it. But that phrase is not true. That phrase is bullshit, Adam." He blinked at her slowly, feeling every feeling he had bubbling to the surface. "You know what isn't a bullshit phrase? 'When the plane crashes, you need to get your own mask on first'. When things go ary in and outside of this polycule, and it will, before you tend to these people who love and look up to you, you have to have your mask on FIRST."

He took a deep breath to say anything that would get him out of there as fast as possible, but the only thing that came out was a shaky sigh predeceasing an attack of feeling he could only release by crying his heart out and dropping his head in his hands.

Even after all of this time, he was still hiding.

He felt like a toddler being scolded, but there would be no hug at the end. She'd made him wonder how many times he'd been not okay but put someone else before him only to somehow fuck it up. Someone put a hand on his back.

Once the well had been kicked open, he couldn't stop crying for 10 minutes straight.

*

As soon as Adam walked into his house, he knew he was being hunted.

There was a prickle to the back of his neck. Someone was watching him, he could feel it by the tingle in his spine. Whoever was hunting him had hidden in plain sight, a significant downfall of his sharp senses.

Slow, steady steps led him through the living room and into the kitchen. The temptation to stroll around holding a knife made him giggle, and the trying to be quiet footsteps made him tense. Goosebumps rose on his skin, an ingrained alert system within him that told him they were unhiding themselves and stalking their prey.

He assumed he was the prey.

Who could it be?

Well, there were two pairs of steps so it should've been obvious. But Anna was on a date with Connie after they'd spent the entire previous day in bed talking and having violent sex and then making love until they were both giggly sweaty messes.

Two pairs of arms wrapping around and lifting him a bit forced a blush immediately, he couldn't help it when he recognized them both (one smooth and dark, and one freckled) but felt a kiss from an angle that didn't make sense. "Three boys?"

"Aw, he's blushing," Jacob chuckled, dropping a kiss to his neck. "Welcome home, Big Poppa."

Hazel nipped Adam and he laughed. "We missed you~."

Steven circled around to sit up on the counter next to Adam and tip his head up. "You didn't shove us off and fix your hair. Are you okay?"

Not really. Not when three hot boys were welcoming him home like this after such a brutal therapy session a week ago. Their hands were wandering and it was distracting. Jacob's caressed under his shirt, Hazels slipped to skim over the waist of his pants, and Stevens thumb was stroking over his jaw. It was immediately intense for him, his body felt like sauna: full of hot and heavy heat. Steven smirked but something about it seemed a bit hazy.

"What have you guys been doing today?" Adam mumbled shyly. "You're all touchy."

Hazel giggled and patted over his head. "I love how soft your thick ass hair is..." He zoned out for a second then blurted, "Pot brownies! We're all... really, really high."

"And you d-didn't save me any?" Adam was annoyed at the weakness in his voice, the stutter drove him nuts. Then he felt guilt about that. Why was he so inwardly angry toward himself? Still, he loved moments like this, random displays of affection.

Steven provided one from a bubble. "We were wondering if you wanted to have a boys date."

"If you take me out in public and start flirting with me I might actually pass out," He admitted lowly, still staring up at Steven. "You guys already do that all the time. We went on a date last week and–,"

"We meant around the house," Jacob interrupted, strangely aroused by the goosebumps he was finding. Hazel grabbed Jacob's ass, smirking when he sucked in a breath and caught his eye with a playful aggression.

"Fine. Under one condition."

They started complaining at the same time, and the wonderful touch disappeared as they got more dramatic with it. Steven groaned obnoxiously, Jacob started throwing a minor toddler tantrum, and Hazel just straight up keeled over to fake cry until he laughed and shook his head. "That's enough! I was just gonna say I wanted a snuggle pile but never mind, then!"

They went silent immediately and Steven pulled him into his chest. The rat bastard chuckled at how his hands had landed: right up against Steven's chest like a sweet damsel. "You just might get more than you bargained for, but if you insist." His lips found his cheeks and then lower insistently.

Adam turned scarlet but tried to scoff it off. "Fine. Then give me my brownie and set up the TV, please. I wanna watch a movie."

*

By the time he'd showered and changed, impressively the brownie was already kicking in. Adam had a high tolerance though, so he wasn't feeling much but a pleasant buzz. He grabbed a glass of water, fighting the urge to roll his eyes at the gazes locked onto him. "I'm coming, geez."

He was welcomed to lay across them and they fell into the easy rhythm they were accustomed to when they were together. It was so comfortable Adam almost didn't notice the hands rubbing at various parts of his body. Being spoiled rotten like this would always overwhelm him, especially when he was blessed enough to be dating all of them. After a while, his chest started to swell with feeling, he felt like he was rising.

No, not rising, peaking. He started to peak hard, and he couldn't control himself anymore which made him wonder exactly what strain they had gotten. Steven's hand drifted up his leg and he shuddered, aching for skin to skin contact. He wanted to wiggle off his jeans and really feel the way he was essentially groping at his thighs. Steven had such soft hands. Adam tried to open his mouth to tell him to take them off but he was under their spell. Jacob ran his fingers over Adam's hip, arching need through him. His nails skimmed across his stomach and he felt like he was going to explode with lust for more. He wanted Jacob to claw at his back, Jacob would sink his teeth into him and he'd cum from just that feeling alone. He started rocking his hips into the touch an iota, quickly growing restless. And Hazel, Hazel was running his fingers over his neck. He wanted to beg him to just grab it and squeeze until he couldn't breathe. The weed was ripping away at his pride, clawing through his dominance until he let out a soft sound of arousal and flushed his need.

He was immediately embarrassed, which was not at all like him. It wasn't like him to whimper either, but he guessed there was no sense in fighting it. Every man no matter how prideful should have enough humility to know when to lay down and take it.

Learning that once was more than enough times.

They didn't really react. Jacob kept running his hands over his chest. Hazel didn't stop petting at his head and stroking at his neck. Steven continued exploring his thighs. Frustration coursed through him, he started to feel pouty and he sulked by crossing his arms less than discreetly.

Hazel leaned over to Jacob and Steven, exchanging a confused look. He nodded to Adam. "Is he pouting?"

Jacob glanced at him and nodded, smirking and rolling his eyes. "Oh, poor him."

The hybrid tipped his head at them, asking a more fun silent question. Two smirks answered him.

Of course they had to mess with him.

Hazel started skimming over his lips, thinking about how much he loved when they wrapped around his cock with a happy little hum. He always did the happy little hum. Adam was a cockslut in every conceivable way, he just didn't act like it. That turned him on too; he liked that it was so hard to get him to lose control, and yet here he was on his lap huffing about not being violated.

Jacob slipped his fingers under the hem of Adam's pants, relishing in the way he tensed and twitched. His hips pushed into his hand so sweetly, another whine escaping him as he squirmed. "What's the matter? You sound frustrated."

Adam turned into his arm to hide his upset and chuffed. "Don't tease me."

Laughing, Steven slid his hand back up his leg. "Tease you? About what? We're just watching the movie."

Indignant but practically mute, Adam couldn't reply with the snarky comment he wanted to say. Not that he could have anyways, Hazel pressed his hand over his mouth careful to leave space for him to breathe. He tried to complain but it died in his throat when Hazel leaned down to murmur something to him that made him want to cheer. "You don't have a choice, okay?" He kissed at his ear chastely. "You don't get to say no."

Adam swallowed the sound that wanted to burst from him sensing it would possibly get him into trouble, a moan with his chest. They had never surprised him like this, with this particular kink. It made him think back to therapy, and it occurred to him that not having a choice meant he had to learn to let go fully. He had to let them take care of him. Thankfully he was already on his way involuntarily.

Thank God for pot.

Adam's eyes widened and he trembled, a mix of anticipation and anxiety lifting his arousal. That was part of it, knowing he literally couldn't say no. He could sign for it and they'd obey as always, but he wouldn't be able to say it. So he decided to experiment and tried to turn his head away in a daze, the weed distancing him from the movement.

"You can just see him turning into a kitten," Steven mused, starting to tug at his pants. "I'm just going to strip him, we're gonna fuck him stupid anyways."

Jacob's eyes flickered away from his main goal, the apex of Adam's legs, and took in Adam's face. "He's trying to move away from my hand, he's shaking."

"He'll figure it out," Hazel crooned, shoving his thumb into Adam's mouth. He immediately started to suckle and gripped his wrist to hold him in place. "Aw. Look at the baby and his oral fixation."

"I am not a baby," He mumbled brattily.

Jacob held him down while Hazel pressed a hand over his mouth again and Steven tore off his pants to position himself between Adam's legs. He got whiplash it happened so fast and now Jacob was spreading his legs more and glowering at him trying to talk shit. "Shut up. You'll deal with whatever we wanna do to you or call you and you'll behave. I cannot stress this enough: you don't have a choice."

There was a word for that if it wasn't an agreed sort, but this was, and it had Adam tingling all the way to his toes. He tried to shake Hazels hand off and he snapped at him to sit still as Steven yanked off his bottoms hungrily. "Fuck, I can see how wet he is," Steven bragged hoarsely, nudging Jacob. "You've got the torture device?"

Hazel held Adam's head up to stare into his soul and chuckled. "I want you to think of every time you've ever made one of us cry from being overstimulated with sex." Adam narrowed his eyes but Hazel raised his voice louder. "Think of every time, Adam, I'm not kidding!"

He did. His head filled with every time he'd been strapped and fucked Hazel to tears until his legs gave out and he was so sensitive he couldn't be touched before he had a glass of water. Hazel always had a moment of all encompassing euphoria from all the serotonin Adam had pulled from his pleasure.

He thought about the times he'd had Jacob completely red in the face with his tongue lolling, fucking him so hard he couldn't even sob, he just let out pathetic squeals and hyperventilated. Adam would kiss him over and over, falling in love with the way Jacob whispered he loved him in between them.

And Steven, who he liked to edge until he was nearly in pain from how badly he wanted to cum. He'd give him impossible commands and punish him for it, Steven would drown in pleasure so potent he seized. He'd revert to his neediest self and turn into a puppy boy to whine and litter affection until Adam felt so loved he didn't know what to do with himself.

Adam ruined their orgasms on purpose. He had made them all crawl at one time or another, he'd made them beg. He'd made them scream for mercy and he'd given none until they were a sweaty mess and so satisfied they passed out immediately.

Adam took care of them at their own expense and managed to make it as loving as possible. He was a wordsmith, a clever little being that added and tried not to take when all was said and done.

Steven gripped his cock and smiled down at Adam with a cruel twinkle he had never seen before. "Smile, or don't. We don't care."

He pushed in and a distinct vibration made Adam's heart stop beating. Looking up at Hazel who had his head in place so he couldn't see what it was, he begged as hard as he could without speaking a word. "Wreck me," He pleaded silently.

He just wanted to let go and be taken care of.

Hazel smiled that bright smile Adam loved so much and leaned down to replace his hands with his lips. "We love you so much, Adam."

Steven's slow pumping started at the exact moment Jacob descended whatever torture device had been mentioned. The buzzing all over his body compounded right to his clit and he gasped, legs already beginning to tremble. Steven let out a shaky chuckle and started fucking him faster. "He's already pulsing around me. He's so wet."

Jacob slightly readjusted the toy and groaned at Adam's yelp. "Don't go making me jealous now."

Adam started alternating between hyperventilating shallowly and not breathing at all. His mind was muddled enough to barely be able to comprehend the soul-stealing pleasure he was feeling. It was almost too good, and then Jacob started moving it just slightly and he lost his mind. The agony made him squeal his pleasure, he'd never heard himself sound so small.

Hazel leaned back to listen to Adam's cries, to see the absolute torment on his face as pleasure he couldn't understand absorbed him. "Let me hear you, Adam. I wanna hear you moan for me." He caressed his cheeks as lovingly as he'd just spoken. Hazel was truly a softie, his love could bend your mind. He was a true mind-fucker to speak so gently and be able to fulfill Adam's Darkest Desire at the same time.

Steven mumbled something under his breath and picked up the pace. He seemed focused, and sure enough his eyes turned that Diamond shape that always seemed to mean some kind of trouble. His curly hair was coming out of his ponytail in such a sexy way, framing his face. "Fuck, Adam, you feel so fucking good."

"You hear that?" Hazel teased him with a smirk. "He says you might be a keeper. What do you think?"

Thinking? Adam had to giggle. There wasn't a single thought going through his head but, "More, please."

Jacob hummed and turned up the speed. "You'll get more."

"Oh god!" He cried, trying to meet Steven's thrusts that were starting to sloppy with Steven's enjoyment, rough and hard. The toy vibrated over his clit and kept pulling his euphoria higher and higher, using every second to make sure the orgasm he received would be bigger than it would've been the moment before. He was forcibly held down and made to revel in it, his boyfriends didn't care if it was too good.

Just as he was about to make a giant mess, Steven paused and Jacob lifted the toy. Despite deserving it, Adam complained his frustration. "D-damn it! Why?!"

Steven blew out a breath, a flicker of irritation crossing his face as he edged himself to edge Adam right back. "Karmas a bitch." He built him back up quickly though, he was close already and needed to push Adam over the edge just as fast.

Steven groaned and with a nod they pulled the vibrator away again both to his chagrin and relief that Steven kept going. "Wonder what it'll feel like high," He mused, a bead of sweat dripping down his cheek. "I hope it breaks him."

It made Adam black out. He was sure any neighbors in a 20-mile radius heard the scream he let out. The sound shredded his throat and they cheered, Hazel rubbing at his hair. "Such a good boy."

He nodded happily, unable to do anything but mewl with every pant. His voice cracked again and again, it felt so much like floating he could've sworn he'd lifted a few feet into the air.

"Oh, I love that sound," Jacob chuckled, gaining his position between Adam's legs next and digging his nails into his thighs. "My turn, we saved Hazel the honors."

Barely conscious he murmured, "How very generous of my kidnappers."

Steven giggled and kissed over every inch of his torso he could. "He's still in there."

"Fuck him right out," Hazel ordered quickly. "I want him exactly how he leaves us. I just wanna take care of him."

Adam's hips already ached from how hard Steven had fucked him when Jacob's hit for the first thrust. "Jesus Christ, if that's the case then I'd better relish."

Adam must have reacted to that familiar tone because Hazel crooned at him. "Go as rough as you want to. He likes it to hurt." Adam smiled a little, pleased and then pleased more when Jacob slid back in as deeply as he could get.

"Let him cry, he loves to make me cry," Jacob told them, testing the friction and shivering. Adam could feel how slick he was, the pot brownie was still robbing him of sound mind and he couldn't stop his preemptive squeal when Jacob started pumping into him.

Hazel pinched his cheek. "Goth boys that squeal, it's my favorite genre." He reached up to stroke his hair again. "I love you so much, Adam."

He knew what he was doing, Adam always told them he loved them and let them hear it before a particularly intense scene.

His mind short circuited, cutting off his ability to breathe. Something was happening to him again! He groaned and tossed his head in desperation. "Fuck, it's too much!"

Jacob was at a loss for words, he was fucking Adam deep and rough, chuffing at the slight vibration he could feel. The rest shushed Adam's chant, claiming, "When has it being too much ever stopped you?"

He couldn't deny it, so he stopped trying to fight. Every iota of him submitted to whatever they wanted to do with him for however long. Steven was holding the toy now, chuckling at the strangled moans coming from Adam as his orgasm finally began to approach again. Being high meant it took longer for everyone, so they got to take advantage of a longer than normal obsessively hot fuck.

Adam started canting loudly, growing nearly hysterical when Steven turned up the speed. "I can't take it, I can't take it!" He wailed but like he'd expected, no mercy was given. Jacob growled and reached up to press on the base of Adam's stomach. The tears started coming, he felt so fucking incredible he was crying out incoherently, trying to beg for more. Teeth sunk into him and stung and the sensation traveled straight to his mind to bliss him out. "Oh... yes!" It happened slowly and hit him like a train simultaneously; an orgasm so magnificently consuming exploded inside his stomach and he started sobbing into his hand.

That made Steven roll his eyes and push the hand away. "Oh, whatever. If you can dish it, you can take it."

Jacob gripped him and his cock twitched in time with the almost painful squeezes. It was like Adam couldn't stop and it was only making him cum harder; he was whimpering and praising him weakly. "Oh-ho, my god! You guys are missing the hell out, this is going on my resume."

Steven giggled and admired the dark bite mark he'd left on Adam's side. "I'd hire you."

They were joking around while they revenge fucked him. It wasn't a bad kind of revenge though, it could also be seen as a massive, unquantifiable thank you. He'd spend the rest of his life being an absolute sucker for these men.

Hazel rubbed his cheek to stir him from his minor coma. "Are you good for one more round?"

He nodded. "Yes. Please."

Steven rested his head on Adam's chest and kissed across it. "He's a fiend."

Hazel pushed inside of Adam and gasped. "Holy shit, he's milking me already," He laughed, adjusting until Adam sucked in a breath of pain. "We have such a good boy."

To Adam's ultimate surprise, Hazel made love to him first. His hips rocked at the steady beat of a drummer, slow but powerful.

Jacob kissed over his lips. "We wanted to surprise you with something crazier than you are. You're an exquisite parter."

The praise made his eyes water for a different reason, and Steven murmured, "You're so good at keeping everyone happy, and you deserve to be loved."

Hazel nodded and lifted his legs. "Something just for fun—," He cut himself off with a grunt. "Tap his chest, he's n-not breathing."

A tap got Adam to take another breath, realizing a second later that he'd been holding it for so long he was dizzy. "You guys fuck me so good," He murmured, "Thank you."

Hazel sighed and bottomed out eagerly. "Fuck, he's so cute he's gonna make me bust early."

Maybe they had fucked him out of himself, he trembled at Hazels rumbling tone and started to purr with every pound. Without realizing it Hazel started fucking him faster, drawing longer hiccups and needy keens out of him like some kind of bottom.

"He sounds like a pornstar," Jacob commented with a hungry grab of his neck, eliciting a happy moan of approval.

"He is a pornstar, it's just that he's ours." Steven grinned and Adam blushed bashfully, just before his eyes rolled and he shrieked.

Hazel snarled and fucked into him harder. "Give him a second." Spreading his legs wide, Adam's body lurched with Hazels strength and he started to fall into himself again.

It was dark now, the sky was illuminated with stars as Hazel forced out colorful praise out of Adam with a content, blissed out quivering to his voice. "Joder, eso se siente tan bien~."

"He says that feels good," Steven translated with a smirk. His whisper had gone unnoticed by the man turned into their personal little toy.

Adam reached out to grab Steven and Jacob's hands and squeeze. Weaker men would've bruised at the strength he held them in, but with every breath more pure romance came from him in waves.

As it turned out, Hazel had been right. Adam was, above a tormenter and a hedonist, a romantic at heart.

"Ustedes me hacen tan feliz, mis estrellas." His back arched, face taught with overstimulation.

"We're his stars," Steven breathed, eyes shining. "I love when he says that."

Adam turned to look up at them through foggy eyes and smiled weakly. "I love you guys with everything I am," He confessed tearfully.

Hazel gripped his hips and fucked his load into Adam a bit more. "He's full and satisfied."

They cleaned him up and snuggled the clingy man, who insisted they find a way he could sit on all of their laps.

When a knock sounded at the door that late in the evening, they all got up and Adam grabbed his blanket to wrap around himself before shuffling after them.

Steven swung it open and revealed a couple of cops glancing around suspiciously. He smiled in that friendly way that relaxed people. "Hi, can I help you?"

"Our station just got a call about a lot of screaming coming from the house and we just wanted to make sure everything was okay," The female one said.

They all turned to look at Adam with huge grins. His face was blazing with humiliation like he had never felt before. "I'm peachy. I promise," He muttered.

Jacob directed his smile at the cops less teasingly. "We'll do our best to quiet down. We're just about to turn in."

Hazel shut the door and locked it as passive aggressively as possible.

Aftercare consisted of Adam stumbling around in his pajamas to follow them everywhere they went while they cooked him some food. He wanted to be held and cuddled so they took turns, drowning in the sweet affectionate nuzzling and mumbles of undying love.

"Don't leave me," He pleaded with Steven, kissing up his neck lovingly until he provided his lips. Adam latched on and giggled when Steven ran his tongue over his. "I need you guys."

Steven laughed in disbelief. "At least give us an hour, honey."

Adam crossed his arms, then uncrossed them. "No, I mean I need you guys. I can't live without you and I don't know how I ever did." He started to tear up again and bunted against his chest. Typically the man avoided being vulnerable like the plague but he was so full of joy to be so openly affectionate outside of the cage he kept himself in. He didn't want to be in it anymore, but it would take work he was too exhausted and emotional to think about right now.

Jeanne had been right: he did need this. She probably hadn't had this genre in mind, but if it worked it worked.

Jacob wiped a few of his tears off and kissed the rest away. "You're so precious, please don't cry."

"Why do you guys have to cook?" He sobbed suddenly. They all looked at him in concern and he shook his head. "I'm emotional, I just want you guys to cuddle me. I..." He hesitated, unsure if he could admit it. Looking up at them was worse than saying it though, Hazel looked close to tears and all of them looked concerned they had failed when they hadn't. Adam just had to say it. "I need to be taken care of more."

Hazel turned off the stove and they left every ingredient they had out in the kitchen to smother him with affection. They kissed all over him, Steven healed any pain he might be having despite his protest that he liked it, they told him how much they adored him until he was so full of affirmation he didn't realize he had become sober at some point. Even still, they insisted on massaging out some of the tightness in his back, snuggling him and giggling at his constant complaining that he couldn't feel enough of everyone.

He let himself take, and they snuffed out his guilt about it.

"So on a scale of, let's say 1-10–," Hazel teased as he rubbed at his shoulders.

"Somewhere between 10 and numbers bigger than that," Adam mumbled, purring at them and clinging as best he could.

They chuckled and Steven patted his head. "I didn't know you were a kitten and I didn't believe Hazel when he said you get like this."

"Straight up called him a liar and kicked him out of my house," Jacob quipped. "I wonder..." He drifted his fingers in front of Adam's face and he grabbed them to press against his cheek. "Like kittens do."

"Cat Steven does that," Steven exclaimed, rubbing his stomach. "He won't let anyone else rub his tummy either, I've got the magic touch."

"Does he bite you too?" Hazel asked sleepily. "Adam bites me a lot."

"Lion bites me or puts me in his mane every time we see each other." Every one of them had seen it happen multiple times, but Lion was so kind to everyone else. The animal adored his owner but he, like Steven, was a smart ass in canon.

"I wanna sleep with you guys, can we fall asleep together?" Adam begged pitifully.

Their eyes softened and Hazel kissed his cheeks. "We already made plans. We're completely here."

He nodded. "I want the girls for good night kisses, too!" Lifting to give all of them puppy dog eyes, he saw three loving stares that made his chest grow warm. "Please?"

"I'm loving the manners," Steven murmured, cradling him in his arms. "We'll call the girls for good night kisses, promise."

He'd hugged and kissed them all so many times Connie, Anna and Jasmin were red faced and confused.

Anna went for another one and he sighed in content, resting his cheek on her head. "I love this, he's so affectionate."

"Fine, I'll get a therapist but I can't stand Jeanne." He ignored their chuckles and motioned the other two girls for more loving. "I love you guys."

"We love you too," Jasmin assured him. "Drink water."

"Lots of water," Connie added. "Don't make me get Priyanka Mad at you guys."

"Are you guys leaving?" Adam complained, half asleep against the boys. "What if I want all the cuddles?"

They giggled and Anna squished his cheeks to give him a cheerful peck. "You're already barely conscious, Daddy. We'll be here in the morning, okay?"

He nodded miserably and got as many kisses as he could before he couldn't form sentences.

"Bedtime." Hazel gathered him onto his chest. Adam passed out and the other two snuggled into Hazels shoulders with an arm wrapped around Adam's waist. They molded together perfectly and fell in love all over again.