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As the night slowly came to an end with the boys, Zander and Malim, who had secretly snuck away from the boys at some point in the night, were in a different room resting.
“You’re so cute.” Murmuring into Malim’s ears, Zander gently ran his fingers through his red hair, his pink gaze caressing Malim’s body as the boy shifted, exposing more of his stomach tattoo. “Am I though?” Malim asked curiously as he tilted his head up to look at Zander, as the corner of the incubus’ mouth quirked up.
Before Malim could move, Zander suddenly grabbed Malim and pinned him onto the bed, shocking the boy who stared at him confusingly. “What was-” Cut off by Zander’s mouth pressing up against his, Malim felt his mind fall blank. The soft brush of Zander's lips against the genie was so new, yet so enticing all the same.
Snapping back to reality, Malim’s lips locked with Zander's own as the pair shared a passionate kiss. As their lips pushed together, soft breaths filled the silent room. Zander's hand never drifted from Malim's head, holding him tightly as their lips collided, seconds seeming like hours as their lips pushed and pulled like waves in the ocean.
As Zander pulled away, Malim went gasping for breath as he turned away, hints of a rosy red rising up to his face and ears. Almost like someone had airbrushed it onto him.
Noticing the rosy color on his cheeks, Zander smirked as he caressed the boy’s face. His pink gaze staring at him lovingly – “A shy one aren’t you?” Malim, who was still red and rosy pouted, refusing to face Zander who continued to caress the genie’s face.
“Of course I am... you just.. make me feel different.” As the genie mumbled his last few words, Zander laughed as gently turned Malim to face him, pressing his forehead up against Malim’s.
Murmuring honey sweet words to Malim, the two continued to kiss each other lovingly and passionately. As if time stopped just for them, Zander and Malim unhurriedly ripped the clothes off each other, their panting and moans quiet enough so only they could hear it.
Downstairs, the remainder of the Ravallum boys had fallen asleep on the couch, floor, and even on each other. Rosco, who had just now finished cleaning up after everyone let out a sigh. His cheeks showed soft hints of pink.
“Where’s Malim and Zanny? I thought they were with us earlier...” Quietly mumbling to himself, Rosco carefully maneuvering his way around his friends. As he made his way to the stairs leading up to the upstair rooms, Rosco just barely dodged Ryzar’s twitching tail. Like a mice quietly escaping from its predators, Rosco made his ways upstairs as he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
From where he stood at the edge of the stairs, Rosco could hear the familiar moans and sound of skin slapping against skin. Beneath his skin, Rosco felt the tingle of how it had felt dominating Zander, his breath hitching as he struggled to breath underneath his grip.
On the outside, Rosco looked as if he was as calm as the sea but deep down, Rosco had emotions rushing at him like a never ending tidal wave.
“I should be the one there.” Whispering to himself under his breath, Rosco continued to sneak upstairs. His footsteps as light as a little mouse as he made his way closer to the sounds of pants and moans grew louder.
“You’re not going to come deeper inside me? There’s still more space.” Stopping with thrusting into Malim, Zander leaned down closer to Malim’s face as he opened his mouth to speak. The words spoken were smooth like butter but sweeter than honey- “If that is your wish... honey.”
Without warning, the corner of Zander’s lip quirked up into a cheeky smile as he slammed his cock into Malim’s sweet spot, causing the genie to arch his back with a loud gasp. “Hnngh!”
“You liked that didn’t you?” Continuing to thrust into the genie’s sweet spot, Zander also made several bite marks on Malim’s body, unaware of the pink zombie listening to their private moment outside the door. “You will always be mine.” Gritting his teeth, Rosco turned and quietly left, the same way he had arrived but this time, his footsteps were less quiet- oh how jealousy can so easily blind one with anger. Or even potentially, a future punishment. Zander, hearing the slight rustle of clothing, stopped and turned to look at the door. The footsteps of Rosco fading off into the distance as he returned downstairs.
“Zander... why’d you stop?” Malim, reaching one hand up to caress Zander’s cheeks who returned his attention back to his beloved underneath him. “Don’t worry about it darling. Now it’s just you and me.” Passionately kissing and thrusting into Malim’s hole, Malim’s stomach bulged when Zander hit his sweet spot, causing him to let out a moan in pleasure.
As Zander and Malim continued to make love, Rosco, who had returned back downstairs was secretly plotting his “revenge,” or rather, “payback,” for Zander. His BDSM partner and the sole individual who could get him excited for another session and come running back for more.
“I will make him beg for more...” Mumbling to himself, Rosco felt the adrenaline he had while cleaning die down. His eyelids slowly fluttered shut as he too succumbed to the sleepiness.
Before long, Malim had fallen asleep, having exhausted himself while riding Zander earlier. Zander, scraping his cum out of Malim’s behind, had a warm steamy towel in hand as he carefully wiped the genie's body clean of sweat and cum. Being extra attentive not to wake the boy up as he gently adjusted his positioning to clean him from every angle.
Tossing the final towel into the basket to clean tomorrow morning, Zander laid down next to Malim, his tail gently thumping on the soft cushiony bed. Brushing Malim’s red hair out of his face, Zander’s pink eyes held nothing but a fondness and genuine love for him.
“Even when asleep, he’s like a cat.” Chuckling, Zander reached out and pulled Malim closer, wrapping his arms around the latter with his head resting between his naked chest. “Sleep well baby… sleep well.” Kissing the top of his head, Zander took a deep breath in as the faint, but familiar scent of peach flavored shampoo entered his nose. A scent he had always longed for and associated with Malim. The sweet scent of peaches lulled Zander into a gentle but deep sleep- as if someone had gently placed him in a lake and allowed him to become one with it.
Nighttime… such is the place where you could say one is at “peace” from the hectic daytime. For Ravallum, it was the ideal time for them to bond with their friends and genmates. Like how food is life and food is what gives us energy, Ravallum’s bond with one another was nothing that people could break or tear apart.
Once and forever, they will always be Ravallum. An unbreakable bond of friendships and pure genuine love for one another.