He comes just a second after Joshua does, a damp and sticky mess, clenching around his husband as he stays bottomed out in his lap with a luscious squish. He feels filled to the brim, warm, hot cum seeping out of him, overflowing between them both and he keens in pleasure.

"I," he begins, pressing their sweaty foreheads together in a sweet gesture, "love you, my darling. Ardently."

They fuck again, this time with Alecto on top, riding Joshua slowly, sensually, working to drive him mad with overstimulation and constant attention. He is patient here, sucking a series of love bites all over his husband's skin, whispering his devotion against throat, cheek, mouth, temple, heart. After that though, it's nothing but feral and rough, with Alecto on his hands and knees, his husband pounding into him from behind, a large hand on Alecto's neck, holding him in place as he breeds him just like he had been asked to, his thick seed eventually slipping down the backs of Alecto's thighs, messy and lewd.

By the time they're finally done, sated and calm, Alecto is aching and sore and curled happily against Joshua's heaving chest, his eyes fluttering closed. He feels far too full, properly used, loved. The bed is in shambled, stained with their mingled spend. The whole room reeks of sex and sweat and that constant undercurrent of seasalt.