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"Come to bed?"
"I can’t."
Suguru points down at the child curled up against him, his little fists clutched at his robe.
"He fell asleep?" Satoru asks with a frown. He kneels in front of the couch. "Your scent reassures him." He runs a hand through Megumi's already disheveled hair. The boy stirs in his sleep but doesn't wake up.
"This little guy is stealing you from me."
"You're the one who brought him here," Suguru reminds him.
Satoru brought him home a month ago. Suguru was a bit reluctant at first to add the spawn of the Zenin clan to their already hectic household. He eventually gave in, but it took all of Satoru's persuasion to convince him, and the boy must have felt it because he hesitated for a long time before taking the first step towards the omega. Satoru does not blame Suguru for his behavior. He knows how hard it is for omegas to accept pups with a foreign scent in their nest. And in the end, the two of them finally got used to each other. Although the boy is still too young to say for sure, he thinks Megumi is an omega too. And once again, like every single day, he feels grateful to have Suguru by his side to help him face life's challenges.
Satoru leans over the sleeping child's body to kiss Suguru. It's a chaste but firm kiss, to which Suguru's scent responds by blooming like a flower. Satoru runs a hand through his hair.
"I want you," he mouths in silence.
Suguru uses his free hand to tilt his face towards him and kisses him back.
"Get in line."
Satoru lowers an irritated look at their spiky-haired protégé.
"I want you to eat me out tonight," Suguru confesses in a whisper.
"You do?"
"Then I want you to suck me off."
Warmth spreads inside Satoru's belly. He moves his hand to the base of the omega's skull. With his thumb, he strokes him a few inches away from the sensitive area on his nape. Suguru pinches his lips to hold back a moan. The little boy snuggles a little more against him.
The omega shakes his head and struggles to clear the fog clouding his brain.
"I… I won't let you fuck me until your mouth has satisfied me."
Satoru gives him a fond smile. Suguru's eyes briefly roll back. The omega is having trouble keeping a grip on reality, and he still allows himself to be all demanding with his alpha.
"When are my skills going to be tested?" Satoru whispers, brushing against his lips.
Suguru regains his composure and looks down at the sleeping boy against him. Satoru steps back.
"I see."
He won't let a brat decide when he can fuck his omega.
He grabs Megumi under the armpits, detaches him from Suguru and carries him to his room. The boy barely wakes up. Satoru lays him down in his bed and covers him with a blanket.
When he comes back, Suguru is waiting for him in the living room, sitting cross-legged on the sofa. There are black circles under his eyes and his hair is untied. He looks exhausted. Satoru is tired too, because of classes, because of missions, because of their turbulent domestic life. He kneels in front of him.
"You're so beautiful." And as usual when he says those words out of nowhere, Suguru blushes. Satoru laughs, grabs his face between his hands and kisses him.
"Take me to our room," Suguru says against his lips.
Satoru lifts him in his arms and carries him to their room. There, he puts him down, traps him against the door and captures his lips in a long kiss. Suguru sighs comfortably against his mouth. Finally, it's just the two of them. Finally, they’re alone.
They don't need to speak. With slow and delicate movements, Satoru unties his mate's night robe and lets it slide on the floor. Suguru shivers and snuggles up to him. He smells so good.
Then it’s the omega's turn to undress him. His hands wander over his body to remove the layers of clothes that are bothering him. Satoru is shaking with anticipation. Suguru is finally his, all available and eager. He takes the time to admire him, his thick eyelashes, his beautiful eyes running over his body, his parted lips.
For a few years now, Satoru has felt as if life was slipping through his hands. He knows that he should take more time for Suguru, to cherish him, to treasure him, to appreciate every second spent by his side.
"Babe…" he says.
" 'Babe '? At our old age?"
"I love you so much." His voice breaks with emotion. Suguru's eyebrows knit together. He draws him into another kiss, intense and desperate.
Satoru clings to him. "I'm going to make you feel real good," he promises.
"I have no doubt about that."
Satoru draws Suguru to the bed. He swaps their positions and pushes the omega backward until he falls on the mattress, then he drops heavily on him. Suguru lets out a chuckle. His alpha's weight on him soothes him. Satoru covers his face with kisses, then his jaw, then his neck. Suguru lets out an eager moan which goes straight to Satoru's crotch. Their impatient bodies are rutting against each other. Satoru craves him, he wants to take him, to possess him, to —
"Mommy?"
Three timid knocks echo against their bedroom door. Satoru and Suguru freeze and exchange a look. Then Satoru lets out an agonizing grunt and lets himself collapse on the omega.
"I'll put her back to bed," Suguru says, sliding a reassuring hand through his mate's white hair.
"You stay here, I'll deal with it."
He lays a quick kiss on Suguru's lips and tears himself away from his embrace. A hint of disappointment bursts through the omega's scent, and Satoru has to force himself not to take him back in his arms.
He picks up the robe the omega left on the floor, quickly puts it on and slips out of the room.
Mimiko is standing behind the door, both arms tightly wrapped around the doll she always carries around.
"What do you want, love?" Satoru asks, already guiding her to the bedroom she shares with her twin sister.
"I can't sleep, Daddy." She places her little hand in his. "That's because Mommy was supposed to tell us a story, but he didn't."
"Mommy is very tired tonight, honey."
"Is he sick?" the girl cries out in alarm.
"No! Don't worry. He just needs some rest. Is it okay if I'm the one who tells you the story?"
"Mommy tells it better than you," Mimiko states with her childish ruthlessness.
Satoru allows himself a few seconds to recover from the blow.
"But you can tell it, for tonight," his daughter grants him magnanimously.
Satoru grumbles that he doesn't know if he's talented enough for such a prestigious mission. His whole being wants to go back to Suguru as soon as possible. Nevertheless, he sits down on Mimiko's bed and invites her to sit between his arms. Of course, it doesn't take long for Nanako to show up from under her blanket.
Although they were born a few seconds apart, their twins could not be more different from each other. If Mimiko looks more like her mother, Nanako is the spitting image of her father.
"You used me as a copy machine," Suguru had told him in an indignant tone on the day she was born.
But the resemblance ends there. Mimiko inherited her father's flippant temperament. Nanako, her mother's impetuosity.
Nanako comes to sit against Satoru, so that he has a twin on each side.
"Mommy couldn't read for us?" she asks Mimiko.
Really? Satoru thinks.
"Mommy is tired, he needs rest," Mimiko says in an expert tone.
"Okay ladies, at least give me a chance to impress you," Satoru cuts in.
Determined to redeem his honor with his daughters, he puts his whole heart into the task. He outdoes himself, improvises different voices for the characters and acts out the most crucial moments. His two pups are captivated and stare at him with wide eyes.
When he finally puts them back to bed and returns to the room, Suguru is sound asleep. He's lying on the blanket, his hair loose, his breathing slow and even, in the abandonment of a carefree sleep. Satoru crawls behind him and wraps his arm around his waist.
"They're sleeping at last," he whispers when Suguru spins in his arms to bury his face in the crook of his neck.
"What did she want?" the omega mumbles.
"A story."
Suguru lets out a non-committal groan.
"You tell stories better than me, apparently."
Suguru laughs. "Was your ego wounded by that statement?"
"Deeply." Satoru snorts. "But then I remembered Mimiko just loves to curl up in your lap so that's probably why."
"Don't be an asshole," Suguru says in a light tone.
"She's an alpha. She instinctively wants to keep you close to make sure you're safe."
"We don't know that yet. You're just a sore loser instinctively making excuses for your dubious storytelling skills."
"Rude."
Suguru lays a light kiss on his pouting lips.
"But probably true," Satoru admits bitterly.
Suguru lets out a deep sigh and buries his face in his neck again. Satoru is wearing his clothes, and their mixed scents arouse him. But all energy seems to have left him. The alpha runs a hand through his hair to slowly massage his scalp.
"I suppose... we'll pick up where we left tomorrow."
Suguru responds with a small growl that vibrates against his skin.
"You're so tired you're about to pass out, love."
The omega spins again in his arms so that his back is to him.
"Fuck me like that."
"You sure?"
"Yes. Please."
Satoru tightens his arms around him and places a kiss on his nape.
"You want me to fuck you all slow and tender?"
Suguru lets out a small whimper and grinds his ass back into Satoru's crotch. Satoru is getting hard again. Suguru twists in his arms to give little licks on his temple. A slow shiver runs down the alpha's spine. Nothing excites him more than these now rare moments when Suguru gives in to feral behavior. He slips his fingers between his ass cheeks.
"You're slicking so much, love," he says, teasing him with his fingers. Suguru moans and presses back against him. His scent takes on the sweet smell of desire.
"Fuck me, Satoru."
"Your wish is my command."
Without any further deliberation, Satoru pushes his hard cock inside the omega. Suguru instinctively clenches around him.
"Shhh. Relax, love," Satoru says, brushing his lips against the omega's nape.
"Satoru!" Suguru cries out.
Satoru buries his nose in his hair to inhale his scent. With slow movements, he starts thrusting into him.
"Yes — Yes!" Suguru whimpers. He reaches behind him to grab Satoru's biceps.
The alpha fucks him slow and steady. He gives him time to feel every slide of his cock stroking his insides. Suguru's scent blossoms like a flower, heady and gratifying. Satoru drowns into it. He loves him so much. He wants him to feel like the luckiest of omegas. He dedicates himself entirely to his pleasure, he listens to his every moan and adapts to his every shiver.
"Oh fuck, oh!" Suguru cries out. "Satoru, you —" He can barely form a sentence anymore.
"Yes?" Satoru asks. He holds the omega's chest in a tight embrace so that he can't do anything but let his alpha fuck him.
"Let me take care of you."
His hole is so soft and tight. Satoru owns it. He wants to honor it with each thrust, to honor Suguru's whole body.
Suguru makes a move to grab his leaking cock, but Satoru stops him. The omega lets out a strangled cry.
"Shhh…"
Satoru reaches out between his mate's legs and takes his swollen cock in his fist. Suguru's breath catches in his chest. Satoru wanks him with languid strokes.
"Better?"
But Suguru can't produce any coherent sound anymore. He surrenders to Satoru's expert hands. He gives in, and the absolute trust he places in Satoru subjugates the alpha, even after all these years together. He'll probably never get used to it. Such a strong omega, so wild, so powerful, and he only surrenders when he's in his arms.
Suguru's pleasure is quickly building up. His nails dig into Satoru's arm. His wife. The mother of his pups. He wants him to feel perfectly safe, and desired, and loved.
He pulls himself together just in time not to come. Suguru has to go first. Satoru can tell he's close. He can read him like an open book. And he knows exactly how to send him over the edge.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers in his ear.
"Y — Yeah?" Sweat beads on Suguru's forehead. Satoru's hips speed up. His balls smack heavily against the omega's ass.
"You're gorgeous. You feel so good. Nothing feels better than being inside you." Suguru clenches around him, as if to hold him inside. "You fit me like a fucking glove."
Suguru arches his back to allow him to fuck him deeper. He's oozing slick. Satoru's thrusts make a wet sound each time he fucks in.
"I'm going to stuff you full of my cum."
"Yes!"
Suguru clenches around him again to make sure he doesn't slip out, and almost sends Satoru over the edge. His hand speeds up around the omega’s cock.
Suguru responds to his words with his body. Satoru continues whispering praise in his ear.
"Suguru, you're the very best thing that ever happened to me."
"Oh!"
Suguru's back arches in a spasm and he comes in Satoru's fist. The alpha pumps him through his orgasm, then he rolls him over onto his stomach and climbs on top of him to fuck him hard until he comes too. He unloads inside him and collapses on his sweat-slick back, satisfied and grateful.
"You're going to swell?" Suguru asks in a muffled voice. His first clench on the sheets in anticipation.
"I don't think so. Not this time."
They are both too tired to handle it anyway.
"Stay inside me," Suguru asks.
Satoru's hips are still moving in slow rolls against his ass. He feels so comfortable inside Suguru. The connection between them is incredible. And they smell so good together.
"I'm staying, love. I'm staying."
They drift into sleep like that, Satoru on top of Suguru, their bodies interlocked, his weight heavy on him.
*
Suguru wakes up early and with a furious urge to ride Satoru's cock.
They don't sleep late anymore, now that they have pups. He knows right away that they have limited time before the usual morning storm breaks out inside the house. Satoru is sleeping soundly against him, his arm loosely wrapped around his waist. Suguru pays close attention to the sounds inside the house. Everything is still quiet.
Suguru rolls over in Satoru’s arms and nips gently at his jawline. The alpha sighs in his sleep and tightens his embrace, but he doesn’t wake up. Suguru insists. He nuzzles at his cheekbone with a plaintive whine.
"Babe," Satoru mumbles in a sleepy voice. "What are you —" His sentence gets lost in another sigh. Suguru gives a gentle lick on the gland behind his ear. He can already smell arousal in Satoru’s scent. "I hope you have a solid excuse to wake me up that early," the alpha mutters.
"I need your dick inside me again."
"That is a solid excuse."
He stretches with a loud noise and finally opens his eyes. Just like every time he looks at him with his gorgeous eyes and smiles, Suguru's heartbeat quickens. He puts a small kiss on the alpha's lips then lays his head on his chest. Satoru's fingers get lost in his hair and comb it tenderly.
"You know what I love more than life?" Satoru asks.
"Hmm. Me?"
Satoru laughs. "Yes. But also a morning blowjob."
"Ah, really? And do you have someone in mind that’d be willing to give that to you?" Suguru asks as if it didn’t concern him.
"I have, actually."
Suguru straightens up to hold his gaze. Even if his attitude is calm, Satoru's heart is pounding in his chest under his fingers, and his smell betrays his excitement.
"I think my dick did quite well last night. It deserves to be in your pretty mouth."
He slips his thumb between Suguru's lips. The omega responds by gently sucking on it. Arousal spikes through Satoru’s scent. He sits up and settles against the pillows, legs parted in a clear message.
Suguru climbs on top of him and kisses him again, then he slips his hand between the flaps of the robe the alpha is still wearing — his robe, actually — and wraps it around his cock. He strokes him into hardness with bold laziness.
Then, slowly, kiss by kiss, he trails down Satoru’s toned chest and belly, without ever taking his eyes off his face. Satoru takes a shaky breath. He can barely hide that he's burning with impatience. Suguru doesn't feel any pressure, though. He takes his time, lingers around his navel, sucks on the insides of his thighs. Soon enough, the alpha's legs are trembling with anticipation. He grabs the omega's long hair and gathers it in his fist so it doesn't fall on his face.
After a few tentative licks on his balls, Suguru lays long loving kisses at the base of his cock. Satoru's back arches. Then Suguru lets his tongue trail up to the tip of his cock. When Satoru is sure he’ll finally take it into his mouth, Suguru withdraws his tongue and gently blows on it. Satoru lets out a painful moan.
"You’re very, very hard, sweetheart," Suguru comments as if he was describing the weather. "Does it hurt?" He gives a little poke to his cock and watches it bounce back.
"Fuck, you’re killing me!" the alpha whines.
"Tss, don’t be so dramatic. I’m going to relieve you."
Suguru grabs the alpha’s cock and wraps his lips around the tip. He skillfully explores it with his tongue. Then he sucks on it as if he was too shy to take it entirely inside his mouth, as if he hadn't done this hundreds of times.
"You’re such a fucking asshole! Enough with the teasing!" Satoru begs, rocking his hips to try to shove his cock inside Suguru’s mouth. Suguru lets go of him and straightens up.
"Don’t do that, or you can suck it by yourself."
Satoru understands he’s not joking and forces himself to calm down.
"Okay. Give me — Give me a second to get my shit together." He’s panting. He hides his eyes behind his hand. "Okay. Alright. Let’s do this again. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. You take the lead."
"Better," Suguru says, grabbing his leaking cock again.
If he’s being perfectly honest, he can’t wait to taste him. He can’t wait to hear Satoru’s moans as he pleasures him. He can’t wait to feel his hot cum dripping down his throat. But in his excitement, Satoru tends to get carried away, and Suguru has to put him back in his place.
He decides to end Satoru’s torment and takes his cock in his mouth. He sucks on it with enthusiasm. He knows exactly how Satoru likes to be blown. The alpha's thighs tense up. His hands clutch a little too hard at Suguru's hair. The omega lets out greedy little grunts that make Satoru's scent spike with arousal.
"Yes, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Satoru pants. "Like this. Exactly like this! Fuck!" He sinks backward against the pillows, unable to keep his composure. Suguru continues to suck him with eager little wet noises.
All of a sudden, Satoru withdraws brutally from his mouth, grabs him under the armpits and pulls him on top of him. He holds him tight against his chest, a hand over his mouth to prevent him from protesting. The alpha's heart is still beating wildly in his chest.
Tiny footsteps circle the bed. Suguru immediately relaxes and lets himself roll onto the mattress, disappointed.
"Daddy? Are you awake?" says a high-pitched voice.
"I guess I am now."
"It's morning already!"
Satoru sits up on the mattress, closes the flaps of his robe and beckons Nanako to climb onto the bed.
"Is Mommy sleeping?"
"I think he is," Satoru lies.
"That’s good, he needs to rest. Your bed is sooo big," Nanako says as she settles on the mattress next to Satoru. As if it was the first time she's ever been up there and as if she didn't sneak in between them every Sunday morning. "I want to sleep here too," she declares in a solemn tone.
Suguru's eyes yank open. He exchanges a grimace with Satoru.
"So, did you sleep well, honey?" Satoru asks, turning his attention back to his daughter. "You’re up early! There’s no school today, you know that, right?"
"I know! It’s just that I finished my dream already."
"Was it a good one?"
"Yes.”
"Would you like to tell me what it was about?"
While he speaks, Satoru grabs the t-shirt that he threw at the foot of the bed the night before and slips it discreetly to Suguru. The omega takes advantage of the diversion his husband is offering to put it on quickly. It's way too long for him, but at least he's wearing something. He lies back down on the mattress and lets his thoughts wander, rocked by his daughter's continuous chatter. Satoru's hand distractedly caresses his head, and he allows himself to doze off. He hardly hears the door opening again.
The mattress reclines, and this time it's Megumi who comes to curl up against Suguru. Nanako barely interrupts the very detailed description of her dream she's giving to her dad when the little boy climbs onto the bed. Without saying a word, he settles between Suguru's arms and closes his eyes, safe and comfortable. Suguru instinctively strokes his nape to soothe him. The boy’s scent is still very foreign to him, and accepting him in his bed, the most intimate place in the house, the place where he founded a family with Satoru, goes against his deepest-rooted instincts. But he understands why Satoru brought him in, and he would trust Satoru with his life, and he promised him he’d do everything in his power to make the pup feel like he belongs to their family. To tell the truth, he’s starting to genuinely appreciate the boy, and to develop the need to make him feel safe.
As he was expecting, Mimiko soon bursts into the room as well.
"Go away, Megumi!" she shouts as soon as she sees the little boy in Suguru’s arms. "This is my place! Mommy isn’t even your real Mommy!"
"Mimiko!" Satoru and Suguru exclaim in unison.
"Get lost, brat," Megumi snaps back.
"Mommy! Did you hear that?"
Oh, Lord. Please, not that soon in the morning, Suguru thinks. He sits up, unties Megumi's possessive little arms from around his waist and gets out of bed.
"Out of bed, all three of you," he says. "Quickly."
The three pups obey and follow him out of the room with loud cries of protest.
When he comes back to the room, a few minutes later, Satoru is sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking almost sick.
"What did you say to them?" he asks.
"That we’ll address this later today. For now, they’re playing together as if nothing happened. Just kids being kids, I guess."
He can see his husband is upset. Satoru looks sad. Suguru comes closer.
"It'll be okay, they're just being childish," Suguru reassures him as Satoru rests his head against his belly. He runs his fingers through his white hair. "We'll address it. Don't worry, we'll be fine." He bathes Satoru in his most reassuring scent. He can already feel him relax.
"Megumi doesn’t deserve this," Satoru says.
"I know. He’s part of our family. We’ll discuss it again with the girls."
He lets go of him and goes to close the door.
"But first, Mommy needs to ride Daddy's dick."
Satoru's head jolts up. Suguru crawls back on the mattress and climbs on top of him. He encloses his waist between his thighs and rocks his hips to find some friction.
"Mommy needs his hole stretched and stuffed?" Satoru purrs to try and get in the mood again. His heart is not entirely there yet, but his sadness is already fading away.
"Hopefully this time no one will interrupt us," Suguru says before kissing him full on the lips.
Satoru clings to him, once again gripped by a burning desire. "Sit on my face."
Suguru can't help but blush. Even after all these years, the alpha still manages to unsettle him. "Satoru..."
"Please, love. I want to lick your slick." His tone is desperate as if it was a vital need. He helps Suguru remove the t-shirt that hides his body and lies down on his back. "Come here."
Suguru is slicking profusely all over Satoru’s belly. "A-are you sure?"
"Very sure. Come on, love. Turn around and show me your gorgeous ass."
Suguru obeys, his breath short. He straddles Satoru with his back to him. Satoru shuffles and settles beneath him.
"Close your eyes," the alpha says. "I want you to only focus on my mouth." He spreads his ass cheeks and with his fingertips, he plays with the slick that drips from him. Suguru whimpers. His nails bite into Satoru's thighs. His back arches reflexively. He's presenting, like the good omega he is.
"I'll make your pretty hole all ready for my dick," Satoru says. "Sit down on me. Lower, love, don't be shy."
Suguru startles at the first lick. He's going to smear slick all over Satoru's face, he realizes. The alpha doesn't seem care about that. His curious tongue explores his sensitive skin, circles his hole and tastes him. Suguru's entire body tenses up. The feeling is incredible. He keeps his eyes closed, and there's nothing to focus on but the pleasure Satoru is giving him. Instinctively, he bends forward, but the alpha forces him to straighten up to give himself better access to his hole. Satoru thinks about the children in the living room and covers his mouth to prevent himself from moaning loudly. Satoru's tongue sends flashes of pleasure throughout his body. Suguru’s hips sway on their own accord to seek more friction. He grabs his own cock and strokes himself to try to find some relief.
"Satoru, please, can I take your cock now?" he begs. "I really want it!"
"Already? I could do this for hours."
"I need it," Suguru corrects himself. "I can’t handle more. I need you inside me. Please." His whole body is aching for it. He knows that his instincts will not allow him to rest until there is an alpha cock inside him.
Satoru makes him turn around again. The alpha's swollen, shamefully neglected cock rubs against Suguru's ass. The omega can't wait any longer. He grabs Satoru's dick and lines it up while he slowly sinks down on it. He only stops when his ass is pressed against the alpha's thighs.
"Satoru! I feel — better already," he gasps. He can feel his mind clearing up again. Satoru’s cock is inside him, all good and familiar. Now it’s his turn to show off his skills.
"Fuck yourself on me, love. Use me. My dick is all yours."
With a graceful gesture, Suguru brings his long hair over his shoulder — Satoru suddenly looks like he's about to faint — and starts rocking his hips. With each movement, Satoru's cock slides inside him and fills him, and Suguru feels complete. His fingers tighten on the alpha's chest.
"It feels so good," he mumbles. He leans forward to kiss him, still rolling his hips around Satoru's cock. The alpha grabs his ass cheeks and kneads them together. Suguru can smell his own scent. It's heady and intoxicating, entirely directed at Satoru to seduce him into knotting him.
It must be working, because the alpha can't take his eyes off him. His gaze sparkles, as if he was looking at the most beautiful creature on Earth. He almost looks like he's about to tear up. Suguru puts on a show. He feels beautiful, desired with feral passion, and he wants Satoru to be sure he got himself the best mate, the prettiest omega, the most fervent lover. He bounces on Satoru's cock to fuck himself desperately on it, to make it swell huge, to milk it until the last drop of cum.
Satoru raises to a sitting position to be able to kiss him. Suguru lets out a surprised gasp but continues to fuck himself on him. His hair is sticking to his forehead. Their sweats are mixing on their skins. He only allows himself to slow down to get lost in Satoru's kiss. They are one. They are linked forever. Their smells mingle and explode in the room.
Satoru comes first. He grabs Suguru’s hips to push his cock even deeper inside him and releases himself. Suguru cries out. His head falls backward.
"I’m swelling," warns Satoru in a breathy voice. "Should I —"
"Stay! I want to keep your cum inside me. I want your knot to — Oh god, I feel it. You’re so fucking big." He lets out a long moan and rests his forehead on Satoru’s shoulder. The alpha strokes his nape to help him ease out and endure his knot. He feels so hot. His insides are burning. His alpha’s seed is being pumped into his body, and he’s keeping it in his womb, and he feels so, so fucking good.
"Let’s stay forever like this," he says deliriously.
"Me inside you?" Satoru asks, amused. "What about the pups?"
Suguru lets out an annoyed grunt. This is a problem indeed.
"I think they’ll need a mother in their life," Satoru whispers against his lips in a gentle tone. "But that doesn’t mean I can’t mount him from time to time."
Suguru kisses him again, and again, and again. There’s no word strong enough to express how much he loves this man. He hopes Satoru can at least feel it.
"You’re still hard, love," Satoru says.
Suguru got so much satisfaction from his alpha's orgasm that he hasn't even noticed. Satoru falls backward onto the mattress. His dick stirs inside Suguru, and the omega can tell his knot is already starting to unswell.
"Fuck my face until you come," Satoru says.
"W-what?"
"You understood me very well."
"Are you sure? It’s not very… alpha."
"I don’t give a shit. I want you to fuck my mouth and come on my face. Please, Suguru," he adds in a more patient tone.
As appealing as the idea is to him, as much as he wants to do it, Suguru has to fight against the instincts that are telling him he’s the one supposed to get stuffed by his alpha, and not the other way around.
He raises himself up to let Satoru's now unswollen cock slip out of him. Satoru immediately readjusts their position to take him in his mouth. Suguru grabs his hands and places them and his hips.
"You stop me if it's too much." Satoru looks almost offended by his remark, but the dick in his mouth prevents him from snapping back.
The sensation of Satoru's mouth around Suguru is familiar, but their position is a whole new concept for him. Suguru gives a couple of hesitant thrusts, but Satoru swallows him so easily that he soon feels confident enough to pick up the pace. The alpha takes his thrusts like he was made for it. Suguru forgets his reluctance and concentrates on the pleasure that is already close to exploding inside him. Satoru's lips tighten around his cock, ready to milk him, and Suguru has to lean forward on the headboard to deepen his moves, and all of a sudden, he's face-fucking an alpha, his alpha, and he looks down to catch his gaze and — he comes.
Satoru pushes him out of his mouth so he can empty himself on his face. Suguru's entire body spasms with pleasure, and for a few seconds he's blind, he's deaf, and he loses all contact with reality. When he regains consciousness, he's lying on his back on the mattress and Satoru is leaning over him, his face streaked with cum all the way to his lashes.
"Love, are you alright? I think… Did you just pass out?"
Before he can even think of making fun of him, Suguru draws him into a deep kiss, and he tastes his own cum on his skin, and Satoru's sweat, and both their tastes mixed together.
They remain silent for a while, just enjoying each other's presence. Suguru is the first to feel the call of duty.
"I’m going to make breakfast for the kids. Go clean yourself and join us."
"I think I’ve eaten enough for today."
"Don’t tell them that, please."
They meet each other’s gaze and laugh.
"I can’t wait for you to be in heat," Satoru mumbles, tightening his arms around Suguru to prevent him from escaping. "You, me, fucking for five days straight. Sounds like heaven."
"You’ll have to wait a few more weeks for that," Suguru laughs. But he’s looking forward to it too. More than ever.
"You realize that sooner or later we’ll have to explain to the pups what a heat is?" Satoru says, lost in his thoughts. "Awkward."
"We’re not quite there yet. For now, we’re still at the living-together-under-the-same-roof part."
"You’re right," Satoru admits. He sighs. "Let’s go for ice cream at the park this afternoon. Maybe it can lighten up Megumi’s mood."
"Let’s do that," Suguru agrees in a kind voice.
They kiss again, then Suguru forces himself to leave the bedroom. The living room is a mess, obviously. He decides not to care for now. He goes into the kitchen and beckons his three pups to come and help him with the breakfast.