Blanket hugs

      “You’ve been so good for us, honey.” Abby brushes Riko’s hair back and kisses his forehead.       Another kiss is planted behind his ear, this time by Wymack. “We have the best boy.” The voice rumbles behind Riko, the arms around him hugging him closer to the muscled chest, supporting Riko’s exhausted body.       It’s the most secure Riko has ever felt.       The downside is that he’s absolutely filthy now, covered in sweat and dried cum, which now feels awful against his skin. He tries to get up to go clean himself off, but the strong hold around him doesn’t let up.       “Hush,” Wymack says. “Abby will be back in a minute.”       That’s when Riko sees that the woman has disappeared from the bed, his mind so out of it that he didn’t even notice it. With nothing else to do, he rests his head on Wymack’s shoulder and closes his eyes.       “That’s it,” says Wymack softly. “Rest, sweet boy.”       Riko dozes, the warmth surrounding him and the tiredness making it hard to stay awake.       At some point, Abby comes back with a towel. She wipes the cum and sweat off of Riko’s skin, her movements gentle as not to jostle him too much.       “How’s your arm, honey?” Abby asks, caressing the limb that has been freed from the plaster recently. Even though it’s healed, there’s still a long way before him to recover fully.       If it’s even possible in his case.       “‘s alright,” Riko says sleepily, trying really hard to stay awake but quickly losing the battle. His eyelids grow heavy like they are weighing thousands of pounds.       Something soft covers Riko, and he sighs in bliss. Wymack tucks it in around him, so that the material hugs his body everywhere.       “Sleep.” Abby plants a kiss on his forehead. “We’ll be here when you wake up.” She smiles at him, her face radiant.       Riko is so lucky to have them.