my-multimuse-problem
Sasha walked into the living room and had to hold back a bark of laughter. There, draped over the couch, was his lover. He chuckled softly and knelt by the couch. “Rory. Kotenok. Wake up, love.”
Rory sniffled, rubbing at his nose as he squirmed on the couch. "No." He whined. "So tired." Rory hadn't been sleeping well lately, but that was to be expected since he was pregnant. "5 more minutes."







