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Riki has been feeling uncomfortable the whole day.
He tried to hide it, he really did, but maybe there are really some things which don't go past Jay's sharp husband senses— Whatever that means.
“Riki-yah” Jay says as soon as he had managed to corner the omega.
The alpha smells so good this close, Riki didn't dare take another breath, lest he gets overwhelmed and starts crying.
“What?” he didn't mean to scowl, but pregnancy makes him do stuff he isn't proud of.
That's why Jay didn't react, only his hand wandered down his torso and latched on his hip, “you were being pissy the whole day.”
“I was—”
“You were also avoiding me,” Jay cuts him off, voice still low and soft, as if he's dealing with a frightened cub, “you never avoid me.”
That's true. Riki loves Jay. Has loved him as long as he remembers. The first person Riki ever associated with love other than his own parents was also Jay.
That's why he married him.
And that's why he's carrying his child.
But that's the problem.
Not the “carrying his child” part—in fact, he’s going to do it 10 times more, without a doubt— but the problems that come with it.
Apart from feeling heavy with swollen ankles and itchy back—that he just can't reach anymore despite all his height— he's started to fill up in his chest.
It felt weird. Still does. Riki went from hardly feeling any weight on his chest all his life, to feeling weighed down even when he sleeps within a span of just a few weeks. The transition is as accepted as it is uncomfortable. But it was too sudden for him to get used to it.
It seems like his husband's excitement of their child's arrival is being absorbed by his own body, prompting it to fasten up the process.
Damn Park Jongseong
“Myboobsreallyhurt” Riki mumbles, feeling tears prickle his eyes at his admission.
“What, Riki— what did you say? I didn't catch it?” Jay leaned closer, one of his palms pressing down on the side of his belly. “Could you repeat that, aegi? Please?”
His husband is so polite and the feeling of his touch so gentle and nice, Riki feels like crying for a whole other reason now.
Damn pregnancy and Park Jongseong.
“My boo— chest,” Riki switches the word, too embarrassed to say it out loud. “It hurts.”
When he looked back up at his husband, at least six different expressions passed through Jay's face. Riki's lips trembled lightly when Jay didn't say anything for a while, silence feeling heavier than his own stomach.
“Hy-yung—” his voice broke, making tears sprung to his eyes immediately. He hates feeling so helpless and vulnerable!
That made Jay jolt, who instantly gathers Riki's now chubby cheeks in his palm, gentle and delicate, and turns his face so now they're looking at each other. His husband is so handsome, Riki thinks.
“I'm so sorry, aegi,” Jay says, voice deep with a grounding charm to it, “But…I-I don't know what to do… I'm so sorry sweetheart. Wait— Should I call my mother? Or yours? They'll know what to do. Or if you don't wanna talk to anyone I can call your doctor? Maybe they'll suggest some ways to get relieved from that pain? You know what— yeah I'm calling your doctor, I'll be—”
Jay makes a move to pull away but before his palms can slide off his skin, Riki wraps his hands around Jay's wrists and tugs him closer. Jay obliges, stepping into Riki's space until it's close enough for the younger to rest his head on his husband's shoulder. A heavy arm drapes around his lower back, the pain there vanishing beneath the warmth and he lets out a long, drawn out sigh, letting his body deflate against the sturdy body before him.
“Hyung,” Riki says, a smile tugging lightly at the corner of his lips, “It's almost midnight, who are you going to call? Nobody's gonna be picking up the phone.”
There's silence for a few seconds and if it wasn't for Jay's acknowledging hum, that came straight from his chest, Riki would've fallen asleep. Pregnancy.
Jay shrugs, “It's a hospital, somebody has to pick it up.”
“Who?” Riki giggles, “A ghost?”
Jay’s body shudders and Riki knows he did it on purpose. Yet, laugh still bubbles up his throat at the thought of his husband, and soon to be a dad, being scared of imaginary things like ghosts.
“...if we're risking it already, then it better be a doctor.”
This time, the laugh that leaves Riki's mouth is loud, making his head tip back. He feels a hand immediately attaching itself to the back of his head. His husband for sure knows how to make him feel better.
When he finds Jay's eyes again, they're curved softly into little crescents, pretty and full of love.
“You look much cuter when you laugh, aegi.”
Heat floods his face at the depth of honesty in his husband's voice and he buries his face in the crook of the older's neck, landing a soft punch on the opposite chest when Jay chuckles at his reaction.
Riki groans, “Shut up.”
“Okay, okay,” Jay catches his wrist before it could land another hit and instead he brings Riki's hand up to kiss his knuckles with soft lips. Then his voice turns serious, “Are you still in pain, aegi?”
Riki nods, curling deeper around Jay's body when the pain and soreness re-registrates in his mind.
“What should we do, then? Is there anything I can do to make it feel better, hm?”
When Riki had shared that he was in pain with Jay, he had done it because he expected to receive lots of attention and caring in the form of cuddles and kisses in their nest. Nothing less, nothing more. Just being held, warm and steady, in his husband's arms surrounded by their mixed scent. But now…
He has read about it. The ways to relieve stress and pain in the chest area from pregnancy. He even saw it online, where omegas shared how good, aside from being effective, it feels to let your alphas nurse on you in order to relieve the heaviness from your chest.
He chews on his bottom lips, contemplating.
Jay catches that as well, “What is it?” He lightly taps on his pregnant belly, calling for attention. “Don't think too much about it. Just say it.”
“Hyung..”
Jay hums.
“There's a way…but—”
Jay leans closer, “But?”
“It's...kind of…”
Jay clicks his tongue, “Say it, omega.” His fingers pressed down on Riki's side and he gasps when the pup inside him moves suddenly, as if it knows it's his father.
Riki buries deeper into the crook of the older's neck, as close as he can get to the other before his tummy gets suffocated, and mumbles shyly, ears feeling hot and heart thumping at high speed.
“Can you— you have to suck on them to get rid of heaviness…”
The words came out so low that Riki feared if Jay even heard it and he'll have to repeat himself. But then as the word registers, Jay goes tense against him and Riki swears the beating of his heart under his palm ceases momentarily. He didn't know where to place this reaction and thousands of thoughts raced through his mind because of it. Jay rejecting Riki for anything is rare, very rare, but the younger knows it would be unpleasant.
So, he braced for it. Deep inhales and exhales as he tries to keep his anxiety at bay, not wanting to scare their pup and he snuggles deeper into Jay's body, wanting a semblance of control and comfort.
“Riki-yah,” Jay’s hands come to his shoulders and tugs, but Riki doesn't budge.
Nothing would be worse than looking at his alpha’s guilt stricken face when he refuses Riki’s selfish needs and when Riki would full-on start sobbing because of it.
He curled his fingers in the fabric of older’s shirt, gripping it like he's never going to let go. He notices how his hands are trembling as the silence stretches and before another wet gasp could leave his lips, he hears the older sigh.
“Riki-yah, let me help you,” Jay says, “I will do it. I don't want to see you in pain. I hate seeing you in pain. So, let me do it.”
Riki raised his head abruptly, getting a whiplash and almost losing his footing if it weren't for his husband catching him almost instantly.
He clamps his hands down on Jay's shoulders for support, before trailing them up to his cheek and cradling his handsome face in his palms.
His eyes, shiny with unshed tears, look into those clear ones of his husband’s, looking for anything that says he's uncomfortable with the request or forcing himself for Riki's sake.
“Are you sure, hyung?” Riki asks with a small whisper. “You don't have to if you don't—”
“I want to.”
The speed at which Jay cuts him makes blush rise to his cheek and he looks away when he nods.
“Okay, then.”
That's how they ended up on the couch, with Riki straddling Jay and Riki's shirt—Jay’s old office shirt, actually— on the floor somewhere behind them.
Jay trails kisses down Riki's neck, leaving soft pecks and small nips alternatively around the vast expanse of his neck. He even sucked a few painful hickies on his shoulders and collarbone, for which he earned loud cries and punches on the shoulders.
“You've gotten so soft, Riki-yah,” Jay murmurs before going back to suck and lick in the dip of his left collarbone.
Riki moans, hands tugging’s Jay's head closer to his body as he arches at a particular hard suck, “Hy-hyung- shit”
Jay hums and Riki feels him grin against his skin before he's moving to the right collarbone, licking the thick bone a few times before wrapping his lips around the small hollow for deep suck. Riki’s toe curls and he moans loudly, throwing his head back as pleasure shoots up his spine.
Riki knows Jay is good at using his tongue. Jay can perform absolute wonders with just his tongues, sneaky fingers and sharp gaze, but right now, when Riki is pregnant and, therefore, ten times more sensitive, all the sensations feel incredibly heightened.
He pushes Jay's face away from his shoulders, who groans at the harsh tug on his hair, and Riki instantly presses a soft peck on those luscious lips as apology before pushing him down where he actually needs him.
Jay goes easily with a groan, and Riki moans at the sight of Jay’s face on the level of his full breasts.
“Hyung, here, do it here—”
Jay smirks, darting his tongue out to lick up the valley between his tits. It was completely unexpected and Riki gasps, cheeks red, as his back arching involuntarily as if to push his chest closer to Jay's mouth.
“You're so impatient, aegi,” Jay teases, the soft puffs of breath with his every word makes Riki’s nipples pebble up quickly, aching for attention like the rest of him, “Is it because of the pain or are you just horny now, hm?”
“It's- it hurts— please- hyung, touch me, it hurts, really—”
His sentence is cut off with a slap at his inner thigh and he gasps again. It's his sensitive spot, making tears immediately spring to his eyes at the sharp sting.
“Liar,” the perpetrator grins. “You’re hard now, liar.”
And as if to prove it, Jay’s right hand travels down his sides, cupping his crotch. Riki straight up squeaks, eyes closing as another zip of pleasure shoots through him.
“So shameless, hm,” Jay mutters to himself but Riki hears it nonetheless. And he would've denied it, really, if he wasn't distracted by the sight of Jay staring so intently at his body.
Being the shorter one, Jay only reaches his shoulders when they're standing, and now that Riki is perched on Jay's lap, he's on eye-level with Riki’s breasts. It should be embarrassing, mortifying even, but Riki’s also horny and the thought of his tits being just one shove away from being in Jay's mouth makes his dick twitch in his boxers.
Jay must feel it, where Riki's crotch rests on his upper thigh, because he lets out a scoff and Riki wants to die right then and there.
But before that could happen, Jay wraps his lips around his areola, his tongue flicking against the tip of his nipple and he delivers a harsh suck that makes Riki's body arch and toes curl.
“Holy shit, yes—”
It spurs Jay on and he pulls Riki closer by his waist, arms snaking around it to hold him down. Riki threads his fingers through his hair in return and tugs. Jay obliges, parting his mouth wider to accommodate more mass of his breast, using the flat of his tongue to lap at the underbust and making everything wet and messy with his saliva.
“It is heavy,” Jay pulls back to say, and Riki wants to say then do something about it!
Instead, he just groans in confirmation and guides Jay’s mouth back to his chest. He doesn't complain about the pull on his hair this time and parts his lips easily. Riki jolts when he starts to suck, harder this time, and he feels all the blood now rushing to the nipple getting the attention as his head gets lightheaded. It was relieving, oddly enough, and it took one look at Jay’s blissed out face when he moaned around mouth-full of Riki’s breast to know it was the milk.
Riki releases a heavy sigh, his body relaxing with it. The tension from earlier morphing into relief with every suck of milk Jay’s pulls from his aching tits. His shoulders loosen up and he lets go of the death-grip in his husband’s hair as he slowly starts to circle his hips, the leaking head of his dick pressed right against the hard panels of the opposite body.
Jay makes a noise at that, eyes still closed in bliss, as he holds Riki’s hips down and thrusts his own hips up sharply.
“oh, yes, fuck, like that hyung—”
Riki's face burns with every mouthful of milk Jay gulps down. It's audible, the sound of Jay suckling on him, wet and loud, making him pray his ears fall off. To think the milk that is meant for the baby growing inside him is being consumed by its own father. The thought shouldn't arouse him and make his hips grind harder against the other but it does.
“So good,” Jay says when he pulls back from the nipple he was sucking on to move to the right one. He places soft pecks there and continues with his lips brushing against the sensitive tip, causing it to pebble at the attention and hot breath, too, “Do you think we can replace this with the milk we buy? It'll save us lots of money. What do you think?”
Riki thinks he would like to hit Jay.
But it feels so good— the heat of Jay's words against his sensitive tits and the heat in his groin, curling around his body like a rope, which tightens with every roll of his hips forward. He doesn't want it to stop, doesn't want to ruin it. He's about to have the most intense orgasm of his life and he does not want to ruin it or he will die.
Thus, naturally he pretends he didn't hear it, lost in waves of pleasure, and whines as he pushes Jay’s head back down.
Jay doesn't mind the lack of response. He shrugs, as if brushing off the topic, thankfully, and starts suckling on the other full breast, swallowing down small gulps of milk.
Riki twitches every time his teeth brush against the small bud. Purposefully or intentionally, he doesn't know but it feels good despite his body’s reaction. He lets out a small gasp when Jay's hands find his ass, kneading and squeezing the thick skin, and encouraging him to rut faster on his thighs. Riki obliged, his toe curling. He feels close. Feels the pleasure creeping up his body, bursting through his crotch and his chest where his alpha is very diligently nursing on.
Being so on the edge this past week, it only took Jay using his teeth more roughly and tugging the swollen bud just lightly for Riki to let out a yelp which converts into a loud keen as his orgasm overtake him. His back arches as his alpha continues to suck on his chest, helping him ride it out.
“That's it. So good.”
Jay mumbles as Riki pushes him away from his chest, feeling overstimulated. He tried to ignore the small beads of milk drying on the side of the alpha’s mouth, as he detached from the other and threw himself beside him on the couch. He winced at the landing as it jolted his heavy belly and he couldn't get his legs to stop trembling from aftershocks of his sudden orgasm. Still, he felt lighter, not just in his chest, but like he was floating through the clouds. He felt brand-new.
“Feeling better now?” Jay says as he leaned down to peck at his scent gland.
Still not being able to calm down his rapid heart, Riki groaned, pushing away Jay's head, who just chuckled unapologetically and coaxed Riki back into his shirt.
“I can do it.” Riki said, weakly as he tried to pry Jay's hands away from his body, suddenly feeling conscious.
Jay snorts, gently pushing down Riki’s hands so he can continue buttoning his shirt and then, “Your hands are shaking,” he notices, a shit-eating grin on his face, “that good, huh?”
Riki groaned. He suddenly feels like punching Jay- pregnancy craving probably. He also wanted to tell him how stupid he looks with an upside down milk moustache on his chin, but he knows it will come back to bite him in the ass.
Banter might be their thing but Riki is too soiled in his boxers to care about a comeback. So, he easily gives up, letting the alpha off this time. Just this once.
“Shut up.” He said, pushing Jay away after he was done dressing him like Riki was incapable of doing it himself and stood up, turning towards their room, “I'm going to shower.”
Jay laughs, loud like Riki said the funniest joke ever, before it abruptly ceases and, then, with a serious tone he calls out.
“Riki-ah.”
Riki pauses, just a few steps from their bedroom, and turns around with a tilt of his head, confused.
“Think about it, okay.”
Riki has no fucking idea what Jay is talking about and it must show on his face because the alpha’s face cracks into a grin.
“Replacing packaged milk with your milk,” he repeats himself from earlier with an innocent tilt of his head. “At least for these few months. We could really save that money and add it to the pup's college savings.”
Riki’s jaw drops. That doesn't even make sense. College savings? He didn't even know they were doing that! Plus, the older sounded too cool and confident about this stupid idea as if he was talking about what to add to their grocery lists. He was also trying and failing terribly to hold back his laughter, lips pressed tight to suppress it and eyes crinkling at the corner. He looked like an idiot.
And the worst part is, Riki can't tell if Jay is kidding just to get a rise out of him or if he's being serious.
He doesn't even know which one is the worst.
The alpha presses in, clearly amused, “What do you say?”
In lieu of an answer, Riki simply flips him off and disappears into the bedroom, making sure to lock the door to avoid a certain Jay from barging in and ruining his shower too.