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"Blue?" Abel's voice is quiet, husky. He's leaning against the door to their bedroom, wearing pjs and a dusting of stubble. The air has that quiet coolness that comes only in the early mornings of summer.

Kevin sits up in bed, tugging his fingers through his hair. "Yeah, babe?"

"Sivan's asleep..." Abel walks to the bed, straddling the smaller man's hips. He strips off his shirt teasingly, slowly, planting small kisses near Kevin's mouth.

Kevin blushes, swallowing a gasp. "And?"

"And, I wanna have a bit of fun. Please, Blue?" Abel gives Kevin a look that he knows his husband won't be able to resist.

Kevin nods, slowly at first, then much faster. "Okay. But we have to be quick. You know how she likes to come and ask for snacks at night."

"I know, I know." Abel watches Kevin remove his shirt, then begins kissing down his neck, hands grasping. Kevin's hips buck, toes curling, a moan building in his throat.

Abel pulls away, propping himself up on his forearms. "Wow, Blue. Calm down a little, love. Pace yourself," he teases.

Kevin whines softly, small hands grabbing at Abel's back. "Abel, I... Can't. I can't. Please."

Eyebrows raised, Abel lowers himself back down, gently, playing with the sensitive skin on Kevin's neck, tugging the hair at the nape. Kevin lets out a quiet, pleased noise.

Abel kisses Kevin's lips, moving them passionately, then pulls away quickly. "Be still," he whispers. Then, his head disappears underneath the covers.

When Abel reaches his destination, Kevin gasps, back arching. He tries to keep his mouth shut, vocal responses to a minimum, panting. His hand is on top of Abel's curls, pulling at them, the other covering his mouth. Kevin takes a deep breath in, reaching for the headboard, and--

And the door creaks open. "Daddy?"

Sivan's little silhouette is framed by light from the hallway, her thumb in her mouth, hair wild around her head. Kevin is stiff as a board, his husband frozen underneath the covers. "H-hey, honey. W-what's u-- Ahh!" He bites his lip hard, cheeks hot, praying to any powers that be that Abel will stop breathing so much, so close, stop moving his hands like that. "What's up?"

"I had a bad dream. Can I sleep with you?" Her innocence makes Kevin's gaze soften into something less worried. Abel stops with his small movements, to Kevin's great relief.

Abel's head pops up from under the covers, leaning on Kevin's chest, trying to look as casual as possible. "Sure, sweetheart. Come on in," he smiles.

Kevin blushes, scooting over so that his daughter can crawl in between her dads. She smiles at Abel. "Papa, where were you?"

"Um..." He glances at Kevin, who's still blushing and looking away. "Your Daddy and I were playing hide and seek."

Kevin's face gets even redder, but he pretends that everything is fine. "Yep! Now, go to sleep. You have a play date tomorrow, remember?"

"Oh, yeah!" Sivan snuggles into the covers, and pecks each man next to her on the cheek. "Goodnight, Papa. Goodnight, Daddy."

"Goodnight, Sivan." She lays on her back, eyes closed, mouth slightly open. After a few minutes, her breathing evens out, and Kevin feels a little less mortified. He lays on his side, facing her, ready to go to sleep.

"So, Blue, you do know what we're doing while she's at that play date, right?"

"S-shut up, Abel!"