Warning: smut

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"Happy birthday, Dad!"

Randy couldn't help but smile as his ten-year-old daughter, Arielle, gave him a big bear hug. He bent down to kiss the top of her head, and she led him to the kitchen table. The next thing he knew, Keith had placed a large chocolate cupcake in front of him. The family mastiff, Bowie, sat at Randy's feet, and Randy leaned over and scratched his ears.

"Guys, you really didn't have to do this for me," Randy chuckled.

"It's not every day when your husband turns thirty," Keith said with a grin, and he pressed a kiss against Randy's forehead. "Now eat up, my love."

Bowie barked, seemingly in agreement.

"Aren't you guys gonna sing me 'happy birthday?'" Randy chided.

"D'you want us to?" Arielle shot back sarcastically.

Randy let out a laugh. He had had custody of Arielle for four years, and she had been starting to develop a personality similar to his own.

"You're right, kid," he admitted.

After Randy had gobbled down his cupcake, the family of three plus their dog sat in the living room to watch a movie of Randy's choice. It was getting dark now. The tall, coniferous trees outside were now black against the sunset sky, like in an oil painting. It had been a couple of years since the family had moved into the small, one-floor house in the middle of the Rocky Mountains. The place needed fixing in some places, and the roof sometimes leaked, but it was home. And at least the dangerous people dwelling in the forest were forbidden to attack them for certain personal reasons. They had money from a couple of outside sources, too. It was enough, and they were safe as long as they avoided the authorities.

By the end of the movie, Arielle was yawning, and she was using Randy's lap as a pillow for her head of long, ginger hair. Randy couldn't help but be reminded of his younger brother when he looked at her.

"I think it's time to go to bed, dear." Keith said with a smile.

"But Father, can't I stay up a little longer?" Arielle whined.

"C'mon, every princess needs her beauty sleep," Randy sighed, bonking her on the head.

"Tuck her into bed, will you?" Keith asked, and he leaned in to whisper, "I've got one last surprise for you in the bedroom."

Randy felt the blood rush to his face as he recognized Keith's tone. Arielle was already dozing off, so he got up, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her to her room. Using Bowie as a stuffed animal, she was soon fast asleep, and Randy quietly closed the door behind her. It had been a pleasant, relaxing evening. But what Keith had said immediately ensured him that the enjoyment was nowhere near over.

Randy cracked his knuckles as he entered the master bedroom, hoping to come out on top - literally. The image of Keith squirming under him and begging for more always made him blush and his mouth almost water. But as he opened the door, he was caught off guard.

The lights were dimmed, but lit candles were placed on top of the dresser and the bedside tables. The blinds were closed, making the candles the only source of light, heightening the sexy atmosphere. Even the bed was made. Keith was standing a few meters away from Randy, not in the outfit he had been wearing before, but a black satin top with spaghetti straps, clearly bought from the women's lingerie section. In place of pants were a pair of black sheer boxers. On his face, a sly smile played on his lips.

Randy's eyes widened, and his face burned as if it were on fire. He could already feel a boner down in his pants.

"Holy fuck," he breathed.

"Happy birthday, darling~" Keith sang.

Randy didn't hesitate. Heart racing, he closed and locked the door behind him before pulling his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor.

"So, how d'you want me tonight?" Randy asked. He was already getting fired up.

"However you want," Keith answered. "It's your special day, after all."

Randy frowned with concern. He didn't like it when Keith sacrificed his own comfort just to make him happy.

"You sure?" Randy asked. "Once I start, I'm not sure when I'll be able to stop."

Keith's smile turned from inviting to seductive.

"Don't hold back," he answered. "I'm yours."

"Alright then," Randy replied with a sly grin, and he licked his lips. "You know I never do, baby."

His eyes never leaving his face, Randy backed Keith up against the wall, planted his hands on his hips, and leaned in to kiss him. The kiss was soft at first, but Randy soon closed his teeth over Keith's bottom lip, nibbling on it. When Keith's whimper reached his ears, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. But as he kept kissing him, he couldn't help but be annoyed. Keith was definitely holding back.

"Don't keep that goddamn tongue in your mouth," Randy snapped against Keith's lips, and he dug his fingers into his hips. "Kiss me like you want me to fuck you."

Keith felt as though a switch had flipped within him, and he did as he was told. His whole body seemed to melt as Randy looped his arms under his thighs, lifting him up. Keith wrapped his arms around Randy's neck and his legs around his waist, and they continued making out as he was held up against the wall.

The next thing Keith knew, Randy had attacked his collarbone and neck with bites and kisses, leaving nowhere untouched. All Keith could think of as he leaned his head back was how good it felt. The bites hurt, but they felt amazing at the same time. He wanted more.

"You smell so good," Randy mumbled against Keith's neck.

"Than- ah - hah - hahh~!" Keith cried as a sudden, beautiful pain shot through his neck.

"Oh, I hit a nerve, didn't I~?" Randy crooned, licking the spot he had just sunk his teeth into. "I like the way you moan, pretty boy."

"I want more," Keith whimpered. His felt his limbs grow weak, and he grabbed the back of Randy's head.

"Beg for it," Randy ordered, pulling away.

Keith bit his lower lip as he looked his husband in the eyes. They were sparkling, as they always did when Randy was experiencing strong emotions.

"Please," Keith pleaded at last. "Please, mark me."

"That's it~" Randy replied. "My good little slut . . ."

Keith whimpered in response. The next thing he knew, he was lying on his back on the bed, and Randy was hovering over him, their faces mere inches apart.

"Se un buen chico para mi, mi amor," Randy said softly in Spanish.

Randy's lustful smirk glowed in the candlelight. Keith felt an excited shiver run up his back as Randy snuck his fingers under his blouse. Moments later, Randy was pinning him down on his stomach and loving him all over. Keith squirmed under his man, his body trembling from pleasure as he felt Randy's warm, damp breath on the back of his neck. This was going to be a long, beautiful night.