"Mommy, all my friends have brothers. Why don't I?" a tiny, high-pitched voice asked, causing the two adults to look down at the space between them.
Settled on the long L-shaped couch was a family of three, one of which was a little girl with dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. She looked up at her parents expectantly, scrunching up her button nose.
The hazel-eyed brunette blinked repeatedly, slightly taken aback by his daughter's sudden demand. He looked up at his other half with his cheeks burning red in shock. A lazy smile was etched to the other's lips as he leaned down to peck their little girl on the forehead.
"Wait nine months, baby," he told her, ruffling her long hair before getting up and scooping his husband bridal style, earning him a girlish squeak from the brunette.
He effortlessly brings the slightly more muscular man into their bedroom, slamming the door shut with his foot. The pretty boy was giggling by now, long eyelashes fanning on his rosy cheeks, as the blonde dumped him on their queen-sized bed.
"Kendall, stop it!"
Instead of doing as he was told, Kendall hovered above his lover's opened legs, green eyes meshing with the mesmerizing hazel behind hooded lids. Hands at the sides of the other's head, the blonde leaned down and connected their lips gently.
"No can do, babe. Even Emma wants what I want," he said, winking seductively. His calloused fingers tore off his brunette's sweats, whistling appreciatively at the large bump in front of him. "Mmm, even though you tell me to stop, you're still hard, James."
"Babe, stop," James whined, pushing the warm palm away from his pulsating dick. Their child was still in the house, God damn it!
The green-eyed man smirked, squeezing James' crotch, knowing that was all that was needed to be done before the pretty boy caved. Kendall nipped at the brunette's heated neck, fingers slipping into the slit of James' boxers.
All the pretty boy could do was moan, lust taking over every single coherent thought of his.
Just as he wrapped his palm around his hazel-eyed husband's shaft, a soft knock rapped on their bedroom door and soon followed by the small voice of their daughter, going, "Daddy, can you call Uncle Logan for me?"
The two tall men stared at each other, confused. James pushed Kendall to his side before searching for his pants. "Why honey?" the hazel-eyed beauty asked, ignoring the evident pout on his blonde's lips.
"Uncle Carlos told me that if daddy picked you up like that and took you to the room, then I should call him or Uncle Logan to take me away," Emma answered, her own voice laced with confusion.
Once James tugged on his sweats, he turned to Kendall, eyebrows arched when he noticed that his lover was smirking, phone ringing in his hand. With wide eyes, the brunette gasped, "No, you didn't!"
"Hello?"
"Hey, Loges. Mind coming over to pick Emma up? James and I have a little something on."
A/N : A quick oneshot from an imagine I saw on Twitter by TakenBySchmidt! Okay so it was supposed to be a ... non-Kames fic.
Eh, it's late. Goodnight yo.