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“Hia, Hia, Hia, HIA!,”
Vegas pulled away from Pete’s mouth, resting his forehead on his, trying to contain his frustration. He felt Pete start to move his legs, trying to turn and get up but Vegas gripped his waist harder and pulled him closer to him.
Vegas kissed his nose, breath hot on his face, “He’s fine. He’ll figure it out. He can entertain himself for five minutes.”
Dazed but breathless, Pete strokes the side of Vegas’ face, “What if it’s something important? Just ask him and then come back in here.”
“He’s a big boy, darling. He’ll eventually get the message.” Vegas begins to lean back down, finding the softness of Pete’s lips before he hears another shrill,
“HIA!”
“Goddamnit, I’m gonna fucking k-,”
Pete cut him off, pushing back from his body, “Do nothing. You’re going to do nothing. You’re going to go out there and see what he wants. With us home now, he likes spending time with us. You can’t fault him for wanting your attention. Oh, stop sulking. We make out at all times of the day. Your brother is only home for a while, now go.” Pete adjusts his shirt, ignoring an annoyed Vegas.
Rolling his eyes, Vegas stands up, rebuttoning his shirt. “Normally, I’d want to punish you for the backtalk but I’m too annoyed to even bother right now.”
Vegas reaches the door, right before leaving he hears a muttered, “Sounds like your own fucking problem, Khun.”
Walking into the main room, he sees Macau sprawled on the couch with his phone in his hand and some sort of bag lying on the floor. “You have the worst fucking timing, cockblocker. What is so important you felt the need to stop me from kissing the prettiest person?”
Macau snorted without looking up from his phone, “What, were you kissing your mirror? Also, you’re fucking weird. All the isolation with dad over the years made your brain stupid. Make some friends please and don’t refer to making out with P’Pete like that ever again.”
“I have frie-Don't give me that look. I socialize with who I want to. Just because I prefer my boyfriend has nothing to do wit-Oh, fuck off and tell me what is so important.”
“I found something interesting and had a thought.”
“Did it hurt?”
“Ha, cunt. Just listen to me before you say no.”
“No. Automatically no. Whatever it is sounds horrible.”
“Hia, just listen to me.”
“No.”
“Fine, if you won’t even hear me out, I know who will.”
“Don’t you fucki-,”
“P’PETE, P’PETE.”
Vegas gritted his teeth, “You fucking little-Hi, baby.” He would really love it if he could finish his sentences today. He would like to finish cursing people out properly.
Macau pouted comically, holding his arms out to Pete. As annoying as his brother was, he was always warmed knowing his brother felt safe enough to let his guard down and act like a child with Pete. That doesn’t change how feels about being cockblocked though.
Pete laughed warmly, sitting down next to Macau and kissed his forehead, “Alright, you two. What’s going on?”
“Hia’s being mean, phi.”
Turning his eyes to Vegas with a slight smile on his lips, “What did you do, Vegas?”
Scoffing, “Why did you assume I did anything? He’s just a brat.”
Macau whined, “I told Hia I saw something online and had an idea, but Vegas cut me off and wouldn’t even hear me out. Phi, I think it would be fun and if Vegas had let me finish, I would’ve said it involves the whole family!”
“This sounds like fun. Vegas, sit down. Macau, please tell us your idea. No one is going to cut you off until you’re finished talking.”
Vegas’ mouth dropped open, looking between them both. Macau leaned back and smirked, raising his eyebrows, looking extremely satisfied with himself.
“Fine, you little minx. You got what you wanted. Please tell us your idea,” Slumping in the chair and putting a hand on his chin, he resigned himself to not getting laid tonight.
“Okay! So, I found this kink test from TikTok. It’s this test you answer a bunch of questions about your personal sexual feelings, likes and you pick how you range from neutral to No to yes. Like one of the questions is you like acting like an animal I.e. puppy, horse, kitten, etc. and then you pick how you range on the scale it shows. There’s 6 pages of questions and then at the end it gives you your rankings of what percentage you are in each category. There’s slave, dominant, daddy/mommy, age player, etc.”
Pete’s eyes widened and Vegas thinks he saw a look of regret flash in his eyes. Now, he was intrigued and wanted to know where he was going with this.
“That sounds standard. I’m sure there’s a lot of tests like that. What’s your idea for it then? And I swear If you say we’re all gonna take it together, Macau.”
“Well, that’s exactly what I was gonna say. All of y’all are some of the kinkiest motherfuckers I’ve ever seen and I’m morbidly curious to know. But to sell it to you, imagine this: You and P’Pete, Kim and Porchay, Phayu and N’Rain, and Kinn and Porsche all in a room taking this test and then having to talk about it. Number one, it can be a family event but also you get to be nosy and have stuff on everyone to use against them later because let’s be honest, you will. Come on, hia. It would be fun to watch Kinn sweat right?”
Vegas’ interest was piqued but he was also slightly creeped out at his brother wanting to know this about his own family, “So, let me get this straight. You want your cousins and your nephew and all of their partners to get a room to take a kink test we all bond over? “
“Sure, we can use the word bond. I’m bored and I know it’ll start a fight. I want to see who’s lying and who’s into weird shit. I also want to record the whole thing for entertainment but that’s not anyone’s business but ours.”
“You can never tell me I was too isolated from the world ever again, you absolutely deranged weirdo. But, to your point. Yes, it’ll be hilarious to see all of their reactions. They all like to pretend they’re high and mighty and elegant. Kinn pretends he’s so strait laced and this has me curious. I know Kim is into weird shit even though he pretends not to be. And Phayu, I have no idea. I know he’s more of a caretaker of Rain, although it’s not been on my mind unlike apparently you. Pete, what are you thinking?”
Vegas turns to Pete, seeing his face slightly red. Suddenly, Vegas loved this idea.
“I-I well maybe this isn’t anyone’s business. We shouldn’t want to know what other people do.”
“Uh-huh. This has nothing to do with the fact you don’t want Khun Kinn to know how much you love when I spa-,”
Pete hissed through this teeth, “Vegas, please don’t finish that sentence. “
How cute. Pete was embarrassed. “Aw, baby. Don’t want Macau to know how much you like being on your knees for me?”
Pete looked slightly mortified before putting his head in his hands.
“P’Pete, that’s not a secret. We all know about y’all’s routine. And besides, no one cares. That’s the best part. You’re all kinky, weird motherfuckers. It’s more a…shared bonding experience for us all.”
“No, this is shared torture for us and blackmail entertainment for you.”
“Same thing.”
Vegas moved to the couch, stroking Pete’s head. He laid a kiss on it before saying, “if you don’t want to, we won’t. Use your word now and this won’t happen, hmm. Otherwise, we’re doing it.”
Vegas and Macau waited for Pete to say something. As embarrassed as he would be, he was an extremely nosy person underneath. He would want to hear all about everyone in his family. He really fits right in.
“Good boy.”