destined

how to go about this?

Before the dresser, type got dressed to take in a deep breathe has he kept his head hung to button his last, to then smile and wide has he felt his husband's arms wrap themselves about.
Type then placed his hands to his to then eye to then turn his head to look over tharn.
Tharn looked over type with a smile to then place his chin to his shoulder.
"You were very insatiable last night."
Tharn then started to kiss at his shoulder.
"My vampire. We don't have time. Have to get breakfest on the table."
Tharn narrowed his eyes a bit, to then start to move his hands to his pants to then start to move him back.
Type couldn't help but to chuckle.
Getting dressed, mita then sat to the edge of his head to look forward with a face.
Drixi is going to want to know what I'm keeping from him but I have no idea how he is going too act when and if I tell him about Miro and Dora.....
Mita hung his head to then bring his hands to his neck to then start to rub.
What am I going to do?
Getting dressed, Miro went about to his side table to then grab his phone to start to text Dora.
Miro: good morning. How are you to be feeling? Any soreness?
Dora: no. Good morning. Thank you for checking up on me. I'll try to make a time for us to meet. I miss you.
Miro smiled and wide.
Miro: I miss you too. Wish you were here.
He then placed his phone to his pocket too then go forward to then head towards the kitchen to look about.
Where are my father's?
With his head hung, type was going up and down with the friction to there bed, to have his hands to the bed to grip the bedding and hard to moan and loud.
Tharn smiled and wide to then look to the back of the door, to then grab ahold of type to place his hands over his mouth, to keep thrusting and hard into him.
"Yes?"
Miro then took his hand from the nob after the discovered the door to be locked to then step back to eye over there back of the door.
"I was wondering where you two were."
"Were running a bit behind. You can pour yourself a glass of blood, please pour one for your brother. I'm sure mita can make his breakfest, just this once."
Type turned his head to furrow his brow to then roll his eyes into the back of his head has his husband started to go faster.
Miro nodded to then turn to leave.
Mita then came about to watch Miro go to then follow him to the kitchen.
"Where is breakfest?"
Miro turned in the kitchen to eye over mita.
"We are old enough to be able to spend one time to do this our selves."
Mita widened his brow a bit to then watch Miro go about.
After, type was standing before the bed with his arms crossed fully dressed to see tharn sitting to the edge of the bed to get his buttons done to then stand up to eye over type.
"Yes?"
"Were suppose to be going 3 months with sex. Also I'm not happy I couldn't make breakfest for our children. What the hell tharn!"
Type turned in anger for tharn to catch his hand.
"Type, there almost 17 years old. They can make there own food."
Type then looked up has a fire alarm started to go off.
Type then turned his head to look at tharn.
"You can think that."
Type then grabbed his hand back to then turn to go about to head straight to the kitchen.
Inside, Mita was sitting to be looking forward, type then went about to Miro who placed the blackened pan down with a face.
"I'm sorry dad."
Type shook his head to then grab the pan to then place to the sink, to then start to go about to make a quick breakfest.
"You sit, I got this."
Miro made a defeated look to then turn to go to the table to sit.
Tharn came about to eye his sons to then go to the refrigerator to then grab a pitcher of blood to then go about to fill some glasses to then go to sit.
Type then came about with a plate of food for himself to then have a plate for mita to start to eat. Mita hung his head to look over the food to then make a face.
"Um.... Dad?"
Type and tharn looked to mita, Miro peered his eyes to him to narrow.
"Yes?" Asked type.
"If........ Someone wants to know something important, that could......hurt them, do you still tell?"
Miro raised an eye brow.
Type made a face..
"That's a hard decision. It also depends on what you have to tell."
Tharn nodded.
"What is your situation mita?" Tharn asked.
Mita Took in a deep breathe to then pick up his fork to start to consume his food.
Tharn looked to him to narrow his eyes to then turn his head to eye over type who kept his eyes to mita.
After a quiet meal, they all went in the car, for Mita to keep his head to the side to look out the window.
"Dad's?"
Type turned his head to look to mita.
"Yes?"
"Can I have a car?"
Type lightly chuckled to then turn his head back to look forward.
"You need to have your license first."
"If mita gets a car may I receive a motorcycle?"
Mita turned his head to then look over Miro.
"So you're like......oow!"
Mita then placed his hand to his arm to rub, Miro gritted his teeth has he felt the pain that quickly subsided.
Type rolled his eyes to then grab tharns hand to place to his leg to look forward.
"You two need to stop." Tharn said in a stern voice.
Getting to school, mita got out to look about to then make a face when he saw drixi to be too the side with an eye brow raised.
Miro then got out to smile has he looked forward to see Dora who then motioned with her head for him to come.
The two then left the car to go to there significant others, type and tharn got out to go to there jobs without knowledge of what they're sons were up to.