Chapter 72 Addicted

Dirk was the first to wake, finding himself tangled between limbs. The Lycgers encircled him protectively, each ensuring he felt their touch. The sight of their slumbering forms brought a smile to Dirk's face, and he managed to sit upright. Glancing to his left, he beheld Seth and Kurt lying nearby, reaching out to gently caress their sleeping faces. A small smile played on his lips as they groaned, resisting disturbance in their sleep. Turning to his right, Dirk chuckled softly at Tricc's adorable sleeping visage. The Lycger made cute expressions even in sleep. Leaning in, Dirk pressed a tender kiss to Tricc's cheek before extricating himself from their embrace and rising from the bed. As he stood, his knees gave way unexpectedly, causing him to stumble, but a hand caught him before he hit the ground. "What makes you believe you can move about after what you've endured?" Tricc's voice flowed into his ears like fine wine, prompting Dirk to whimper softly as he leaned into Tricc's bare chest, nuzzling the space between his pecs. "Come back here," Tricc huskily murmured. Dirk shuddered at his touch. "Don't move," Tricc instructed, lifting him bridal-style and settling him back onto the soft covers. "Remain there, I'll fetch you breakfast," he began, only to be pulled back into bed by Dirk. Chuckling, Tricc tumbled beside their mate, their faces so close that Dirk's breath caressed his nose.