Biston 

It was hours before Izzy was satisfied he’d gotten enough candy, his first bag stuffed to bursting and a second bag more than half full. Not everyone had been able to get human candy, as human-moth pairings were still rare–though curiously growing more common since I’d found my sweet Elliot–but every family participating in the holiday had gone all-out in their own way. Candied fruit, little sacks of cookies and other baked goods, jars of homemade jams and juice blends, little toys carved from wood or sewn from fabric and intricately painted. Izzy had had a blast walking around visiting all his friends and getting to compare costumes and the sizes of their hauls, every mothling already chittering excitedly for next year.

Elliot carried a sleeping Isaiah, his broad hand trailing comfortingly along the boy’s spine, careful of his delicate wings. My chest ached with love watching them, a part of me still in shock that my life had changed so dramatically in such a short amount of time. And it was all thanks to one sweet human man who’d been brave enough to help me in my time of need and to take a chance in giving me his heart. 

“What’s that look for, Bis?” he asked me, one of his dark brows raised and a faint smirk on his pierced lips. 

“Just thinking, my sweet.”

“Yeah? What about?”

I shifted my burden–Izzy’s mountain of treats–to one arm and put the other around my family. “About the incredible luck I had in finding you. How happy you make me.” I kissed his cheek, making him flush prettily. 

“You’re such a sap, Bis,” he muttered, then tipped his head into my shoulder. “But you uh…you make me happy too.”

I grinned down at him, my chest puffing with pride. “Did you have fun tonight doing a Halloween, Elliot?”

He chuckled, quieting when Izzy grumbled into his shoulder. “It was different from a human Halloween, but seeing the kids lose their minds was definitely great. I mean, did you see how big his eyes got when Cyd gave him those caramel apples?”

I smiled fondly, trailing the back of my finger against one chubby little fuzz-covered cheek. “I thought they would pop out of his skull.”

We were silent for a time, letting our thoughts wander as we approached our cozy little home. Just as we were stepping onto the porch, Elliot cleared his throat, looking at me from under his lashes. “You ever think…I dunno, that maybe it would be nice to have another one? Maybe, somehow…a human kid?” He bit his lip, his long fingers on our son’s back tightening enough to make Izzy stir once more. “I don’t know how it would work, but–but sometimes I think about the human kids who–who are like me, who wind up with no home, and I…”

We passed through the door into our home, and I closed the it behind us, setting Izzy’s bounty on the table and taking him carefully from my mate to lay him on the couch on his stomach. Then I returned to Elliot, taking his hands and bending to press my forehead to his, letting my purr rumble comfortingly in my chest. “I would do anything you ask of me, even rip my own wings from my back, if it was what you needed. But this…this is easy. I also do not know how we would manage to safely take in a human child, but nothing makes me happier than filling our nest with young.” I pulled him into an embrace, his face nuzzling into my chest with a suspiciously wet sniff. “Anything for you, sweetling.”

“You’re so damn romantic,” he grumbled, holding me tight. “You could have just said, ‘Yeah, sure, that sounds great’, but nooo you had to throw down with a whole fancy speech…”

We laughed, waking Izzy on the couch, who naturally demanded his treat bag and began guzzling a tall bottle of apple cider he pulled from it.

After he was done we all got ready for bed, mine and Izzy’s sleep schedules partially diurnal to be able to cohabitate with Elliot, who’d become a little nocturnal in turn. Izzy was all snuggled up in his bed, eyes closed and mouth softening, when he grabbed my hand, stopping me before I could leave his side and join my mate in bed. 

“Papa, am I really going to have a sibling?”

I smiled, rubbing his arm. “I think so. But these things take time, so you’ll need to be patient. Can you do that?”

“Noooo,” he whined, making me chitter with laughter. 

“Well, at least try, dear heart,” I chided, kissing his forehead between his antennae and extracting myself from his grip. “Sleep now, sweet. Dream of big beautiful things.”

A soft, stuttering sigh was my only response. The ability of children to fall asleep ‘at the drop of a hat’, as Elliot said, would never cease to amaze me. 

Our bedroom was cool and still when I entered it, stripping my costume from my body and tossing it onto a chair carelessly. Elliot was already tucked away under the covers, chest bare, but awake and on his phone. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, arousal spiking when I saw the pile of cleaned toys drying on the counter. I wondered if Elliot was too tired, or if he’d be interested in riding my cock before we went to sleep for the night. I sucked in a breath, my groin clenching hard at the thought, imagining Elliot flushed and bouncing on top of me, his face tight and intent as he chased his pleasure.

I pressed a hand to my slit, shuddering as I struggled to keep myself contained. It had been a long day; I shouldn’t assume that after our earlier lovemaking that my mate would still have the energy for more…but my hunger for him was undying, barely waning enough for me to get through my regular tasks most of the time. He was sweeter than any fruit, more addictive than anything I’d ever come across in all my life. I’d never get enough of him.

I finished brushing my teeth, my body gradually calming enough that I felt I could join him in bed without getting greedy. 

“Hey,” he greeted me when I rejoined him, locking his phone and setting it on the nightstand. “How are you after all the excitement tonight?”

I climbed into bed beside him, slotting my wings into their cutout and turning my head to drink him in. “Not too bad. My feet are a little sore from the boots, but that’s the worst of it.” A gleam I rather liked the look of sparked in his green eyes. “Why do you ask, sweetling?”

A lazy grin spread across his face, full of lust. “Because I don’t think I finished with you earlier.” His hand snaked across the bed, fingers brushing against my belly before sliding down to cup my bulging slit, the heel of his hand creating delicious friction that sparked and fizzled all along my spine. I gasped, my back arching, then rolled my hips up into his grip with a growl, my mouth watering at the sight of his bare chest flushed with arousal. 

He stole my breath with a kiss, his mouth so hot and sweet on mine it was almost unbearable. I cupped the back of his head, my fingers sinking into the soft dark waves, and he opened his lips to welcome in my tongue, letting us taste each other the way we both ached to.

He slung one of his legs over mine, and I grabbed it and pulled him fully on top of me, only to realize with a start that his leg was just as bare as his chest. I broke our kiss, lifting the blanket to see that he was naked for me.

“You delicious little morsel,” I growled,  pulling him against me for another searing kiss. Elliot moaned into my mouth, his hand on my slit backing away enough to let me extrude with a deep groan from us both. “I want you to ride me tonight, Elliot.”

He stroked me roughly, squeezing each of the beads along my length. “Good, then we’re on the same page.” He stroked me again, then slid down my body, using his grip on my straining cock to notch me at his front entrance. 

There was none of the slow teasing from earlier; Elliot dropped onto me hard, seating me inside him to the hilt all at once, leaving us both choking back cries of pleasure. Everything I did with Elliot was incredible, felt so good I was afraid my body wouldn’t be able to handle it, but somehow the perfection of our bodies slotting together still shocked me every time. He sat there for a moment, stuffed full of my cock and clenching and fluttering around me, his eyes closed and his head tipped back. I stroked up and down his sides, my chest rumbling in satisfaction at the sight of him. 

“You’re stunning, Elliot,” I told him, hands stroking his sides as my eyes continued to rove over his body. “Take your pleasure, sweetling.”

He began moving, opening his eyes to meet my gaze as he leaned forward, bracing his hands on my chest, to begin fucking himself on my length. He set a brutal pace, making my wings shiver and shudder behind the bed as my orgasm crept closer far too quickly. 

I parted my lips, stretching my tongue out until I was able to latch onto his dick and suck with the hollow end, making my mate’s rhythm stutter. “Bis…” he groaned, the hint of a whine in his voice making my belly tight. 

“Come for me, sweetling,” I purred, stroking his soft, sweat-damp skin and thrusting up into him. “I want to feel you.”

His teeth sank into his full lower lip, his eyes dazed on mine. My hands went to his hips, stilling his movements to set a punishing pace of my own. The sounds of our flesh slamming together, of our fluids mingling and seeping between our bodies, filled the still air of our room, our breaths heavy and quick as we struggled to keep quiet. I felt Elliot begin to tighten and clench, his fingers digging into my chest, and I increased my suction, tipping him over with a cry he had to stifle against my neck. 

The pulse of his inner muscles set off my own release, my body curling up off the bed and around my mate as stars sparked in my vision and my cock bucked and spurted into his welcoming heat. I heard myself whimper, my mate’s name a chant that dripped easily off my tongue, now retracted back into my mouth and carrying the musky tang of him. He ground his pelvis into mine, dragging out our mutual pleasure, and I clung to him desperately with hands and claspers. 

As the aftershocks began to peter out, I eased my hold on him and pressed kisses to his neck and shoulder. 

“Fuck, Bis,” he whispered, his voice a rough croak. “That was…”

I hummed, nuzzling him and cuddling him close as I sank into the mattress, fatigue dragging me towards sleep. “It was incredible. You were incredible.”

He yawned, his body relaxing into mine, and I trilled my happiness, letting myself drift to sleep with my sated mate cuddled into my chest.