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Caesar loved his family.
He truly did. Every time he heard his children’s feet across the ground, or watched them walk into school as they roll their eyes because he insisted on giving them a kiss to see them off, or when his husband did the same before heading off to work, his heart was filled with indescribable joy and his stomach felt a little lighter.
But Dio Mio, if they didn’t annoy him sometimes.
Today was one of those times.
The moment he woke up, he was hit with a pungent, almost intoxicating smell that confirmed the worst: Joseph had gone into heat.
“Shizaaaaaa~” Joseph turned around in bed, embracing him from behind, “Give me attention.”
“Mmm, much as I’d love to,” Caesar replied, pulling away from his clutches, “the children need breakfast. And we promised them we’d go to the park, and we need to do Hamon training, and we both know how lazy you get after a good fuck— “
“But I need you!” Joseph sat up to kneeling, grasping at his exposed torso. “Aren’t you going to take care of your omega?”
“I can take care of you later. You know as well as I do that if we do it now, we won’t get anything done today.”
Joseph looked at him like a petulant child, collapsing back onto the mattress.
“Don’t I smell delicious right now? I’m sure the kids won’t notice if we stay in another— “
His next words were cut off by a loud crashing sound, then a high-pitched scream.
“MERDA! I dropped it!”
“Maria, don’t say that word! Josuke, you pass me the batter, I’ll make another one— “
“Ok, but only if you stop bossing us around.”
“Says you! You boss us around the whole time, Holly’s just trying to make you your pancake. “
“Who says that was my one? I’ll make my own one, and it’ll be way better than yours— “
“No ya won’t, ya can’t even reach the stove!”
Joseph and Caesar looked at each other.
“— few minutes. Perhaps not,” they agreed, listening to the shouts from the other side of the penthouse. “Do you have any idea what they’re up to?”
“By the sounds of it, they’re making breakfast— “
“See! They’re trying to make their own breakfast. This is what happens when we sleep in,” Caesar snapped, but there was no malice in his voice. “I’ll go and help them.” His expression then softened, accompanied with a lower voice. “I have some old clothes in the closet.”
“Oh my God thank you,” Joseph said in one breath, diving for the cupboard door. Just as promised there was a basket full of worn fabric, clearly unwashed. He dragged the basket onto the bed and tipped it out, falling onto them and inhaling like his life depended on inhaling toxic fumes from stinky fucking hoodies.
“Well, wish me luck. I’m sure it’s a warzone down there.” Caesar walked through the door, but poked his head through at the last minute. “I think we’re both going to need some towels after this.”
~
In the kitchen, Caesar had walked into a scene of pandemonium. Flour coated every available surface, descending on him like the ceiling was falling in. Batter was streaked over one of the cabinets, and there was chocolate sauce spilt on the counter. Even if his finely-tuned parent instincts didn’t let him know what had happened, the source was instantly clear: the five people currently inhabiting the kitchen. Jorge and Maria were flinging flour at each other, regularly restocking using the bag next to a jug. Josuke was cheering them on from the table, using his tiny fists to cram a mess of syrup and half-cooked batter in the general direction of his mouth. Shizuka was trying to climb out of her highchair, and if the crumbs round her invisible face were any indication, she was dangerously close to succeeding. The only child who was truly blameless was Holly, who was just trying to cook for God’s sake.
It was somewhat reminiscent of his own upbringing, trying to make things work while his younger siblings lived their childhood.
“Holly, sweetheart, I’ll take over.” He stood behind her, ruffling her dark blonde hair. “You go and have fun with your siblings.”
“No, I want to make the pancakes.” She grabbed a spatula and flipped her current effort, spectacularly well for a nine-year-old.
“You eat your one; I’ll make the rest of them. What toppings do have? What one do you want? Actually, don’t answer that: it’s apples, isn’t it?”
The familiar sliding crunch of the corer answered that one.
“What is it with you and apples?” Maria asked before grabbing a handful of flour from the bag, spilling it in the process. At least she had the decorum to put it upright before running off to pour it down her brother’s neck. Waste not, want not; Caesar just scooped it off the counter and threw it in the next batch. Did his kids have any concept of being dirty? Judging by the carefree way all of them (bar Holly) were making a mess, no. He split mixture between his pan and the one Holly had just discarded.
Fortunately, (or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it), the two pans had attracted the attention of the twins. He felt Jorge and Maria either side of him, their heads barely coming up to his arms as they brushed against his sides.
“Maria, there are towels to brush flour off your face; you don’t have to use my jumper,” Caesar said, pushing her head away by her blonde scalp. She wasn’t as slick as she thought she was, the combination of her little pink birthmarks becoming exposed and the telltale smear on his old jumper a dead giveaway. Points for ingenuity, but she’d certainly chosen the lazy way to do it. (Similar to someone else he knew. Strange.)
“But Papa, those are all floury too!”
“Yeah, cause of you!” her brother retorted playfully, sticking his tongue out at her.
“No, you.”
“No, you.!”
“No, you—”
“Do you want to make your pancakes?”
That shut them up nicely. They returned diligently to their pans, leaving Caesar free to check on his younger children. Shizuka was gurgling happily now, brown hair and pink birthmarks phasing in and out of existence. Josuke was wandering round the kitchen, seemingly aimlessly, yet whenever he came across anything broken or damaged it repaired itself a few seconds later. Caesar was just glad the boy’s stand repaired stuff instead of breaking it: Jorge’s ‘punchy ghost’, as it had been affectionally dubbed, already caused more than enough damage.
Not being a Stand user himself, he couldn’t see any of it. His only option was to follow the noises and hope he wasn’t in the firing line. They caused enough damage without their stands: speaking of, it had been at least two minutes since anyone had shouted—
“OH MY GOD, ARGHHHH!!!”
Caesar whipped around. Maria had gone for the pancake flip, misjudging it and sending it flying to the other side of the room. She span around to try and catch it, hitting her brother in the process, sending his pan flying—
“Hermit Purple!”
Invisible vines shot across the room, suspending both the escaped pancake and the black frying pan in midair.
“That was a close one!” Joseph said, walking across the kitchen. “But I think Papa and I should take over the cooking now. All of you, go and play: I’ll call you when the pancakes are done.” Holly felt around the high chair area for a few seconds before picking up Shizuka.
“Jesus Christ Jojo, you stink,” Caesar said as Joseph crossed the room. “Would it have killed you to take suppressants?”
Joseph propped his chin on Caesar’s shoulder, wrapping his hands round his hips.
“Caesarino~”
“What do you want now?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I want you to fuck me.”
“Mamma Mia JoJo, now? When I’m cooking?”
Joseph wasn’t listening, instead focused on slipping two fingers into his waistband. He accompanied this with an affectionate nibble to his ear.
“Stop it.”
Caesar sighed. He really was trying to make good pancakes, but he’d be lying if he wasn’t interested in what his husband had to say, at least a little bit. His, ahem— lower regions, were interested too. It’s just his heat, it’s just his heat, Caesar repeated to himself. He stabbed the edge of the pancake a little harder than necessary, the spatula scraping across the bottom. So much for the non-stick coating. His hands shook as he slid it under and flipped, for reasons not entirely unrelated to the tips of Joseph’s fingers snaking under his waistband and his scent enveloping the pair of them, overpowering his senses. Perhaps it was the one-two shot of touch and smell that made Caesar lean into his touch, free hand reaching up to cup his face—
There was a loud crashing sound from the other room, followed by a shouted apology.
“Is there a moment of peace in this house?” Joseph shouted while rounding the kitchen door.
“Don’t bother replying,” Caesar shouted back.
Today was going to be a longgg day.
~
Joseph climbed up from the ground for the umpteenth time, wiping dirt off his face before throwing the frisbee again.
“Josuke, catch!”
The frisbee went flying in Josuke’s direction, the boy jumping an impressive height to catch it. Caesar suspected there was stand involvement, which was confirmed a second later by Jorge yelling.
“You can’t use your Stand, that’s cheating!” She ran over to him, pulling his sleeve. “Papa, tell him he’s cheating!”
“Sorry tesoro, I didn’t see anything,” he replied semi-honestly. “But you know,” he bent down, lowering his voice, “there’s nothing stopping you using your Stand too.”
“So you’re saying I should punch him?” Jorge posed dramatically. “Punchy Ghost!”
“Please do not punch your siblings,” Caesar said, holding his hand where he reckoned ‘Punchy Ghost’ stood and was hit by it almost immediately. At least it wasn’t developed enough to hurt.
“Ok, I’ll just throw the frisbee really hard at him. Cya!” Jorge sprinted off, giving Caesar a moment to breathe. It was short lived: his attention was promptly torn in the other direction by a shout from the playground.
“Daddy, Papa, look!”
He whipped around, turning to find Maria hung upside-down from the monkey bars. It didn’t look very safe, but maybe Caesar was being overprotective—
“OWWWWWW!”
She plummeted to the ground, hitting it with a gut-dropping thump. Almost immediately she burst into tears, looking to her papa for comfort. “That hurt!!!”
Part of Caesar wanted to berate her for doing something so stupid and dangerous, but he knew this wasn’t the time. Besides, Joseph would probably say it was good she made mistakes, so she’d be better at dealing with them along the line. Caesar bent down to look Maria in the eye from where she lay on the ground.
“Are you ok? Does anything hurt?”
“Yeah,” she sniffled, sitting up. “My knees got bruised. And don’t try to kiss it better, I’m too old for that!”
“I can fix it!” A whirlwind of black-brown hair and purple jumpsuit sprinted into the playground, sending bark flying and the gate clanging behind them. “Crazy Diamond!”
“No way Josuke, I don’t trust— oh!” The bruises on Maria’s knees disappeared instantly, skin regenerating to pale pink. “Also, why’s he called ‘Crazy Diamond’ now? Thought you called him Heart Man?”
“No way! Heart Man’s a stupid name, this is way kewler!” Josuke insisted, helloing Maria to her feet. “Uncle Jotaro suggested it.”
“Just cause you worship uncle Jotaro— “
“Like you don’t worship Uncle Jonathan!”
Caesar walked off, letting the pair fight their own fight. Character building, Joseph said.
Speaking of, where was he?
His question was answered as soon as he stepped out the playground and was accosted by his eldest.
“Papa, why is Daddy wearing one of your jumpers? It’s a really old one too; I haven’t seen you wear it in years.”
“Uh, well— don’t they teach you this at school?”
“Nuh-uh,” Holly replied, forcefully shaking her head. “A boy at school said that means you want to have babies. Is it true? Are we having another baby?” She bounced on her feet excitedly. “That would be so fun!”
“Wishful thinking,” Caesar said to nobody in particular.
“What was that? We are? Oh my God, I’m so excited!”
“Holly! Don’t get your hopes up. He’s wearing one of my jumpers because… it’s cold out here. You know how he wears crop tops all the time.” Caesar knew that was a cop-out answer, but he didn’t want to get into the intricacies of scenting with someone who barely knew what sex was. Joseph could explain himself later. “Now how about you go and play with your siblings?”
“So you could have a baby right now? Are we going to?”
“How about you play with your siblings?”
Knowing she wasn’t getting a straight answer, Holly narrowed her eyes in suspicion before running off to join the frisbee game. For some reason Caesar was reminded of his sister Suzi: kinda ditzy, but perceptive as hell. (No, not for some reason. They were fucking identical.)
Caesar was dangerously close to getting a second of peace before a familiar figure sidle up to him. “Sorry about that sweetheart. I know I should’ve given her the talk, but I kinda… froze up? My brain’s gone kinda fuzzy.”
“Of course it has,” Caesar replied, rolling his eyes. He knew he should probably be more annoyed, but he could never stay mad at his husband for long. (Especially not when he smelt so delicious, a traitorous part of his brain supplied.) No, shut that shit down. Not in front of the children. To be honest, he was half convinced those fuckers could read his thoughts.
“What was it Holly was saying? That we could have another child?”
Caesar nodded, unsure of how to explain it to him, before realising he wasn’t listening.
“You know, I’ve been thinking of baby names. We’ve used our fathers for honour names: Jorge and Mario— well, Maria. So how would you feel about using your grandfather‘s name?”
“You mean William?” Caesar replied. It was easier to humour him than try and fight it; if there was an omega-in-heat class, that would be the first lesson. “That could work. I think Jonathan would be a bit too samey, and it feels strange using someone who’s still alive.”
“Agreed. Three JoJo’s in this house is more than enough!” Joseph laughed, picking up the Shizuka who had just ran at him “Have you had enough sweetheart? Wanna go get lunch?” Shizuka giggled in response, squealing while being bounced on his hip.
At the mention of ‘lunch’ Maria came sprinting over, confirming Caesar’s suspicions that his kids were at least a bit telepathic.
“Daddy’s next line is: ‘How about some pizza?’”
“How about some pizza—hey! That’s my thing!”
Maria laughed, shrugging. “Runs in the family I guess. Anyway, I want a Romana,” she said, looking to Caesar for approval on her pronunciation. He nodded, taking her hand.
“To Libecco it is!”
~
“Welcome back! Always a pleasure to see your family… most of you. Is your youngest here?”
“Pleasure to see you too! And yes, she’s here… somewhere. We really should invest in a toddler lead.”
The unsuspecting waiter smiled, pulling up a high chair. “My colleague will take your orders in just a second.”
The moment they were out of sight Joseph pulled a wriggling Shizuka out of Caesar’s arms, dumping her in the high chair. “You really do vanish at the worst possible moments, don’t you?” he said, putting a big around the void. “Now, what do you want? Pizza? Pasta?”
“Dad she’s a toddler, she won’t reply properly,” Josuke said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “The others all want raw snails.”
“I know, but it’s still polite to ask. What will it be? Pizza or pasta?” Joseph asked Shizuka in a sing-song voice. She giggled, phasing back into existence just in time for the waiter to reappear.
“Oh, you want pasta? So you can show off how good you’ve got at using a spoon? Good choice!” Joseph held out a finger, gently booping Shizuka on the nose. “I’m not sure I’m ready for you to be so grown up. Anyway, what do the rest of you want? Josuke, don’t just order the most expensive thing; I’ll make you pay out your pocket money.” Josuke scowled, handing back the menu.
“Maybe I wanted a, uh, Torresilo?”
“You did not, it’s an adult drink,” Caesar replied. “I gave you a sip last time and you spat it out.”
“You did what?? Caesar, why were you feeding our child alcohol?”
Caesar and Josuke looked at each other guiltiy. “It was a tiny sip, not enough to feel anything. My parents did it all the time.”
“I can’t believe you’re polluting our child Caesarino; how will I ever recover from this betrayal!” Joseph leant back in his chair, slapping the back of his hand to his forehead.
“Papa, why is Daddy being so dramatic?”
“Why is he calling you Caesarino?”
“Is it because of the weird smell thing?”
The last comment made Caesar’s mind throw up an error. Was the scent that obvious? (Well, yes, but he was his alpha! It was his job to notice.)
“Yeah, he kinda smells like,” Maria sniffed exaggeratedly, “honey. Or sugar.”
“No he doesn’t! Honey doesn’t smell like anything, stupid.” Jorge rolled his eyes at the stupid stupidity. “It’s like, uh… sweet! It smells like sweet.”
“That’s not a smell either! ‘Sweet’ isn’t one thing, moron.”
“Actually, honey is made up of pure sugar, so it is the sweetest thing!” Holly interjected. “Jorge is right though: it doesn’t have a smell, not really.”
“Yeah it does? When Papa made that honey-comb stuff, that smelt really strong.”
“That’s not pure honey! There’s baking powder in honeycomb too—”
“Yeah, but it still smells of honey—”
Joseph tapped Caesar on the thigh. “They’re becoming more and more like us by the day.”
“It’s unbelievable. Especially the twins: when I hear Maria it’s like I’m listening to you.”
“Oh, Maria? The child currently hitting her brother with a napkin?”
The couple looked over at them. Maria and Jorge were being held apart by Holly’s stand, the tentatively named Raspberry Beret. (It was named after a ‘Pwince;’ song: Josuke had insisted.)
“The pair of you, knock it off.”
“If you’re going to fight, do it in private so we can’t see you.”
Weirdly enough, that worked, both twins sitting in their seats and acting like best friends again. Best friends who fixed each other with death glares.
“Yep, exactly like us.”
~
“So, Maria looks the most like Papa, but acts the most like Daddy. Jorge is the other way round; looks just like Daddy, acts like Papa. What about me? Or Josuke?”
“I think Holly looks like Auntie Suzie. You act like her too. Josuke is Joseph’s clone, obviously.” Caesar glanced between their faces. Even though Josuke was only four, he had zero doubt the pair would eventually become identical. Hopefully he kept the pompadour to tell them apart in future.
“Shizuka… I don’t think I’ve seen enough of her to know what she looks like at all!”
“I have,” Joseph choked inelegantly through a mouthful of Spaghetti de Nero al sepia. Joseph knew the exact name of the dish because he insisted on saying it at every available opportunity. “She’s a perfect mix of both of us. Blue eyes and pink birthmarks like Papa, but she’s tall with dark hair like Daddy.”
“So that’s,” Maria counted on her tomato-stained fingers, “Three for Daddy’s side and three for Papa’s.”
“No it isn’t. There are only five of us.”
“Well, I don’t want to split Shizuka in half, and you know what I mean anyway. So we don’t know who’s gee-ne-tics are stronger!”
“It’s pronounced ‘genetics’,” Joseph gently corrected. “But you’re right: it’s equal! I guess we’ll never know—"
“You could have another child.”
The family stopped eating for a second to look at Holly.
“If you had another baby, we’d have a tiebreaker. That way we’d know who’s genetics are stronger for sure,” she said diplomatically.
“Wait, you can do that?” Maria said, wide-eyed.
Jorge raised an eyebrow at her. “Obviously idiota, we’re here right now.”
“They could do it right now! That’s why Daddy’s wearing one of Papa’s jumpers,” Holly said matter-of-factly. “Papa told me.”
Everyone’s attention now turned to Caesar.
“First you’re letting Josuke drink wine, now you’re telling Holly about scenting: do you have any other secrets you’d like to share?”
Caesar shook his head, gesturing franticly. “I said nothing of the sort! It’s just cold outside, that’s all.”
“Oh come on Papa, I’m not stupid! I know that was a lie to make me feel better; besides, it’s not even that cold, and that’s coming from me.”
Maria swallowed her pizza to hop aboard the shame train. “Last time it snowed Daddy wore a red jacket with his tummy out.”
That was true. Caesar remembered distinctly because he’d spent most of that day appreciating the view. Seriously, how had he bounced back from Shizuka so fast? But right now, he was backed into the wall, and he knew it. “Errr…”
“Oh my God, Daddy’s pregnant again? Is that why you took us here?”
“I’m gonna be a big sister! Again!”
“No! That’s not true at all, honestly! Sorry to disappoint,” Joseph said, holding out his arms like the shrugging emoji.
“But will you make another baby?” Josuke enquired innocently, violet eyes wide and curious. “I can’t remember Shizuka. It would be so kewl to be a proper big brother this time!”
He looked to his husband for help, but none came. He seemed more invested in shovelling spaghetti down his throat than engaging in this conversation.
In all honestly, it was probably for the better. If their discussion over pancakes earlier had been any indication, there was a good reason for his silence. Caesar knew he wouldn’t be thinking straight. Or at least, his heat wouldn’t be thinking straight. No, him. He’d enjoyed making their children almost as much as raising them. And Caesar felt much the same way oh God shut up oh God shut up— Regardless, he should keep his mouth shut. Didn’t want to raise expectations for no reason. Wait, raise expectations? Did he actually want to do this? Maybe he’d spent too much time inhaling those honeyed pheromones, letting nature take its course regardless of what was good or right.
But he’d fantasised about having a huge family many times before, remembered how his heart leapt when Joseph ‘forgot’ to take his birth control last heat (a memory that had largely been overwritten by Josuke getting deathly sick and waking up with a Stand, but he sure remembered it now), and Dio Mio, Joseph’s good hand working its way up his thigh far less subtle than he thought it was– well, it was making him feel things, things he did not need to be feeling so close to the children—
“Kids, how about we go to… the DVD shop? I’ll get the bill, and you guys agree on a movie to watch tonight. Does that sound good?”
“Movies! Yeah!”
“I wanna watch The Sound of Music.”
“You know that film has kissing in it, right? Does that mean ya wanna get kissed?”
“I don’t wanna watch a film.”
Caesar beckoned the waiter over, fetching the bill. “Holly, you can sit with your back turned if you want. Sweetheart, if you set off now I’ll catch you up. Sounds good?” Joseph nodded, leading a trail of kids out the front door.
Caesar made sure to tip the waiter very generously before joining them.
~
At some point during his brisk walk to the store, he became painfully aware of his erection.
If he kept walking, it would go away, is what he told himself. But the image of his sweaty, panting husband against the satin sheets of their honeymoon resort kept resurfacing, so clear and present he could feel the new and unfamiliar weight around his finger, and Joseph’s legs around his waist. They knew what they wanted, and his biological timing had been so perfect: why wait? Or the time they’d done it on the kitchen counter while Holly had slept in her crib, taking special care to clean it thoroughly before her birthday party the next day. They’d done it right after that birthday party too, Holly too busy playing with her new Barbie Jeep to notice her papas’ joint absence. (Suzi joked that was how they got twins, two times super close to each other. Caesar proceeded to slap her.) Or the relief they felt when they realised Holly and the twins were old enough to keep each other occupied for a few hours. They’d played Mums and Dads with their doll’s house, leaving Daddy and Papa free to play their own games with a rather different set of toys. (Joseph had a habit of snapping shitty handcuffs. They’d buy more expensive ones if him breaking them wasn’t the hottest thing Caesar had ever seen.) Two years later they’d left the kids with one of his visiting brothers while they went to one of Joseph’s spectacularly boring work parties, and promptly made themselves invisible when endless discussions of the New York real estate market became too much to bear. ‘I’m a real estate agent; of course they’re talking about the market!’ Joseph had insisted. Caesar replied that he didn’t care and then continued to fuck him into the bathroom wall. He didn’t care when their ruffled hair and messed up suits garnered a couple of looks from some old suits, and he certainly didn’t care when one of them gave congratulations nine months and two days later. Let them wonder. It’s their problem, he’d thought before accepting flowers and a card with the barest pretence of a smile, gleaning a twisted pleasure from their attempt to avoid his eyes.
Each of those times were significant. Each one a major turning point in his life; the crown jewels in their (frankly, impressive) sex lives. Their first time? The time under the Khurai’n waterfall? That one time they attempted to use Hermit Purple for shibari, which ended with Joseph being dumped on the floor torn between laughing and screeching? All paled in comparison.
And as he stepped into the bustling media store and laid eyes on his eclectic brood he knew: he wanted to do it again. He needed to do it again.
Whatever movie the kids picked out tonight, it had better be good.
~
After much argument, the kids had picked out some Marvel movie. Long. Loud. Crowd-pleaser. Perfect. Caesar heated up the jumbo-sized bags of popcorn, letting them have whatever toppings they wanted despite his usual insistence they were unhealthy. He tried not to look as Maria wiped her sticky hands on his jacket. Joseph had disappeared the moment they got in the apartment, no doubt nesting with his old hoodies. The suspicion was confirmed the moment he entered their bedroom. He’d kicked his trousers off and was rutting up against a particularly disgusting specimen. He barely even looked guilty as he registered Caesar’s presence.
“Hey babe,” he said, dropping the jumper to expose his dripping pussy, “care to join?” Oh god, he was trying to sound casual. Caesar removed his clothes at a normal rate, trying also to remain casual. They were off to a good start; right now, he could convince himself they’d use a condom. He started to play with his husband’s chest, taking care to lavish attention onto his unusually sensitive nipples. He earnt a moan in response, Joseph grabbing onto his shoulders. Oh wow, he was putting work in? In heat? He had to be joking. They touched each other up for couple more minutes: Caesar had never needed the foreplay less.
At some arbitrary point Joseph decided he’d had enough, removing his metal hand from his back. “Soooo… how do you want to play this? A quick blowjob? You want my arse?” He flipped onto his side, leaning his hand on his face nonchalantly. “I’m down with whatever.”
Caesar was having none of it. “JoJo, we both know you’re after something. Spit it out.”
“Me? After something?” Joseph pouted, an expression that had no right being as adorable as it was on a man in his mid-to-late 30s. “You must be out of your mind!”
“Spit. It. Out.”
Mercifully, his husband quickly abandoned his faux-causal French girl pose in favour of lying on his back with his arms at his side, ever the pillow princess. He almost looked bashful, a dramatic change of scene from his usual devilish smirk. It took Caesar resuming his assault on his chest to prompt him to start talking, grinning nervously like this was their first time.
“I’m not sure what you’ll think of this. You can say no if you want, and I’ll forget I ever said anything. But to be honest…”
“I wanna have another child, Caesarino. Every time I have another one of your babies it makes me feel so complete; I wanna do it again and again. Just the thought of being all full, holding our child in my arms …mmm, when I tell you I think about it all the time…” He sighed, eyes glassy. “I want you to pump me full of your cum. Make it drip out of me so much it spoils these fancy sheets. Fill me up so much there’s no way I won’t get pregnant, then when I’m full to bursting you give me even more.” His husband smiled coyly under him, like he hadn’t just given Caesar the hard-on of the century. “Is that clear enough for you?”
“You want me to knot you. Crystal.”
And without any further buildup or prep, Caesar shoved his dick into Joseph’s leaking hole.
And it felt incredible.
The first second or so were weird, they always were. Adjusting to a new pressure and all that. But then the initial pain went down, and in its place was a merciful, blissful rush of endorphins that left them lightheaded for a few seconds. Caesar intertwined his fingers with Joseph’s metal hand, leaving the other free to roam wherever it may. And if it found its way to JoJo’s chest, pinching the nipple to a hard bud? Well, that would just happen.
“Alright Caes, you gonna move?”
“Patience is a virtue, stronzo.” Yet he started almost immediately, wanting it just as bad The tight heat of JoJo’s walls was almost nostalgic at this point, nearly two decade’s worth of endlessly pleasuring each other training h imall too well. Each cycle of his hips felt like a homecoming of sorts as he slid into him, the glide almost too easy.
“Babe, put a finger in there too. The index one,” Joseph asked ever so politely. Joking. He demanded it in his usual brash and unsophisticated fashion, but that didn’t stop Caesar stroking his clit and relishing in his screams as he continued his strokes, so was he really any better? (The answer was no, he’d do almost anything Joseph asked of him at this point, and his dignity only survived by their polite refusal to acknowledge this fact. No really, anything. When Joseph said he wanted to fuck in a sacred waterfall his first concern had been getting tickets.)
(The trip was pretty fun, too. The kids liked the temple.)
(God, he loved being rich.)
“Uh, can you bite my—”
“On it.” Right on cue, Caesar sunk his teeth into Joseph’s neck, right over the scent gland covered by his star birthmark. He was rewarded by a drawn-out moan and a tightening on his dick, blunt nails scraping across his back. He was claiming his omega for all the world to see, and it was great. Look at this hunk, the mark screamed. He’s all mine. While not strictly necessary, Caesar took great pleasure in decorating the surrounding area with hickeys, leaving a mess of spit and slicked skin behind. Again, he was rewarded, this time with a strangled “Babe—”
“What, you’re worried the people at work will see?” Caesar accompanied this with a particularly deep stroke. “Well, I’ll tell you what else they’ll see. They’re going to see my baby in your womb. They’re going to watch your bump grow under those stupid blazers and blouses, and they’re gonna know that I gave you that. That you belong to me, and if they’re mad about it?” Another deep thrust, this one making Joseph positively howl, “wait until they find out we’ve done this five times before.”
Joseph laughed, meeting him in the middle. “Remember when we only wanted one child? What a laugh that was.”
“You said you wanted one child,” Caesar corrected, though he was smiling, “I wanted three, like my mother did. Shame she had twins. The point is,” Caesar gestured dramatically, “Imagine if our past selves saw us now!”
They both cackled. “Just fucking the shit out of each other, like we can’t keep it in our pants for a second.”
“They see me knocking you up over and over. Just filling you up whenever with no mind for the consequences. Getting you pregnant so much you forget what it’s like not.”
“I do love it though.” Joseph pulled Caesar’s face towards his, meeting him in the middle with a peck. “Being all full. Feels like I’m part of something special.”
“That’s cause you are part of something special; at least to me. After all, if I didn’t have the excuse of being a stay-at-home dad, you might make me go out and get an actual job!”
“Don’t be ridiculous! I’d hire you as my secretary and you’d suck me off on my lunch break.”
“You know, one the kids have grown up you could do that—JoJo, my knot’s coming.”
Joseph’s demeanour went from snarky to earnest in a matter of seconds, relaxing in anticipation. Caesar lay right on top of his husband, launching an assault on his already worked-over neck as he felt the knot work up his dick.
“Argh, ARGHHH—!” Caesar came, spilling himself inside of Joseph. The pressure of the knot was enough to push Joseph over the edge just a few seconds later, clenching around his dick and scraping furrows in his back. After however long of clinging onto each other for dear life, joined by the pressure of the knot, the pair broke apart, melting into sweaty goo on the – as promised – ruined sheets.
“Caes, can you pass me the plug from under the bed? Gotta keep this all inside of me.”
Caesar thought about it for a second before replying. “No.”
“No? What do you mean ‘no’! My fingers can’t keep it all in, and then it’ll fall out of me and I’ll be empty and I might not even get pregnant—”
“Yeah, you’re right about that.” Caesar sat up to a kneel, legs bracketing Joseph’s thighs. “Which is why that wasn’t the first round. We’ve got a long night ahead of us—”
They only had a second to throw a duvet over themselves before the door burst open, revealing Holly and Josuke.
“Are you guys alright? We heard screaming!”
“Maria thought it was the movie so we paused it but it didn’t stop.”
Joseph poked his head out from the duvet thrown over him. “We’re fine, I promise. Go back to watching your movie.”
“Yeah, but the popcorn’s run out and you said I can’t use the oven on my own—”
“Can’t you watch the movie without popcorn?”
“Then it’s not a movie! It’s just a film.”
Joseph was too tired to explain that’s not how it worked, pulling his chin over the duvet. “Holly, I give you full permission to use the microwave or whatever. It goes on for a minute at 350.”
“Ok, I won’t. But are you sure you’re ok? It sounded like you were getting attacked—”
Caesar sat up, careful to cover his come-covered chest. “There’s extra chocolate sauce in the drawer second from the left. Don’t make me regret this.”
“Yessss!” Josuke grabbed Holly by the wrist, dragging her away before she could ask more questions. As soon as they were out of earshot Joseph started to speak.
“Remember, this is what we signed up for.”
Caesar pushed himself back under the covers, admitting exhaustion. A second round was well beyond him.
“And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”