A Second Round In Hell

"I'd like to be full of something else." Kyndal purred suggestively, rutting himself against his lover as he hugged him close.

Rhett's upper lip curled in disgust. Knowing Kyndal, he would want to use the pickles and cream during sex. Rhett simply could not fathom sticking a pickle in Kyndal's entrance.

"I meant your dick." Kyndal whined. "Although we can spray some cream in there if you'd like." He wiggled his brows.

"Noh." Rhett shook his head, he found the thought repulsive. Food and sex did not go well together to him, he just did not want his food inside of his lover.

"Fine then, you're no fun." Kyndal stuck his tongue out. Kyndal thought everything and sex went quite well together. And he'd had numerous foods inside of him one way or another. "I'll let you give me a facial." He sang, waving the can of cream before squirting some into his mouth.

"Oh yar noh fair love." Rhett shook his head, he could give Kyndal a facial weather the boy wanted it or not. He simply tried to play nice with the boy. "Ah'll give ya one if ah da*mn well wanta."

"Fine, I suppose you will. What I meant was I will let you give me a facial and I will not be pissy for the rest of the week." He giggled, stroking Rhett's hair.

That did sound rather appeasing but then again, with a pregnant Kyndal he would be pissy either way. "Love, ah jus' don' see ya nowt being pisseh at meh fer nine months."

"Well if you weren't a buttface, I could be happy with you for nine months." He stuck his tongue out, leaning into his lover.

"Ya wouldn't beh happeh if ya ad' everything in tha world ya want. Ya always find something ta betch about, ah know ya shart stack." Still though Rhett wore a smile.

"I do not!" Kyndal pouted. "I only bitch when you don't do exactly what I want all the time." He joked, giggling lightly.

This brought an amused laugh from Rhett, who picked Kyndal up so he was able to hug him tightly. "Ya need help love, professional help."

Kyndal grinned at his lover, hugging him close as he nodded his head.
"I do, you should probably make sure I get some help so I don't rub off on the baby." He giggled.

Rhett groaned lightly into the kitchen.. God forbid Kyndal rub off on the baby, the world would be in ruins by the time the child was able to walk.

"You're going to have a little mini me running around!" He grinned brightly, pecking Rhett's cheek.

"Ah don' think ah would beh able ta stand et." Another Kyndal. He shook his head at the thought. There would be only one short stack to ever walk the Earth, he knew that for certain. No one could ever duplicate hid Kyndal.

"You'd love it!" Kyndal teased, wiggling his brows. "A little mini me!"

"Ah might kill et." Rhett shook his head. He hoped they had another one that took after him, much like Cove did.

"Nooo, not my little slutty baby!" He giggled, grinning brightly at the thought of a child he himself could actually relate to.

"Et es nowt gonna beh slutteh!" Rhett shook his head furiously. He would lock that child in its room. Cove had been different, he was a manly slutty.

"Cove was slutty!" Kyndal whined, flailing his arms. "You were slutty, I was slutty! It runs in the family!" He laughed.

"Well ets gonna stop with this one!" Rhett nodded his head, he was determined on this. His child was not going to be a slut.

"Honestly, I sort of want it too." Kyndal nodded. "I don't want it to be a slut either." He knew how fucked up he was because of his years of sleeping around. He didn't want that for anyone, let alone his own child.

Rhett heaved a sigh if relief, thankful that Kyndal agreed. That would make it so much easier to control this child. "Good love, et needs ah good life."

"It does..." He nodded, smiling softly. "I'm sure it will have a good life with you as a daddy."