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That's what their life was now, he supposed. The whole week played out the same: Chris was coming home and getting squashed with affection as Leon threw himself into his mate's arms and smothered him with kisses and licks and whines and touches. He barely got the chance to wash his hands or kick his shoes off because Kennedy was relentless and wanted him so badly, Chris struggled to keep cool.
What was new is Chris's sudden discovery that the kink from his younger years never ceased to exist, and having Leon wet and needy and all to himself was life-changing. And, apparently, so sexy he needed to get him pregnant as soon as possible because the tight heat and tears in his omega's eyes made his whole body explode with want.
Chris spread Leon's labia and pushed his thumbs into the waiting hole so eagerly, his skin feeling hot from the heat of the other's insides. Leon bit his lower lip and moved his hips wishfully, thrusting onto Chris's fingers, spreading his legs further, clutching onto the bedsheets, knowing that his mate's body was so far away, yet so close at the same time. The third finger slipped into Leon's cunt, pushing deeper and spreading him apart, and the omega whined as the fingers rubbed at his wall wantonly and then disappeared.
"Chris!" He pouted, tearing his gaze from the ceiling, raising his head to look at his alpha with pleading eyes. But as soon as he opened his mouth to beg for more, Chris's tongue caught onto his wet crotch and licked a stripe up to his navel, spreading slick onto his pubic hair and his dark happy trail. Leon's thighs quievered when Redfield's hands gripped the strong muscle and tugged him closer to his face, all to dig in and eat him out while Leon's hand found its way into short dark hair and squeezed, when Chris deliberately took his damn time.
He never went fast unless Kennedy begged for it. Never gave in sooner than he deemed fit, and that drove Leon nuts. Steady licking and sucking was fantastic, sure, but Kennedy was so close to overpowering the alpha, pinning him down, and riding him until his last breath or last orgasm — whichever came first — that he had to physically restrain himself from acting out. Strong hands held him close and lovely tongue kept him hot and bothered, but that wasn't enough.
He wanted more. He always wanted more.
"Please." It came out more a whisper than anything else, and so Chris finally moved, wiping his lips with his forearm and moving to kiss Leon's chest, then his neck, then behind his ear, all while rutting against his slick entrance, lubing his cock up, and then catching the rim of Leon's hole on the head before slowly sliding in.
The stretch was fantastic. Chris's cock always spread Leon's insides so beautifully, pushed his cervix, pressed on his bladder, and rubbed against all the rights places so the pleasure spread so hot, so hot, the damn Leidenfrost effect could take place.
Chris pushed deeper and Leon whimpered, squeezing his insides. That earned him a groan and his mate grinded inside, grabbing onto Leon in a horny daze.
"Fuck," he let out, bucking his hips, "always so tight."
"M-my pleasure," Leon quipped while jolting his hips down and rubbing his thighs against Chris's sides. "Move already."
"Stop being a brat," Chris said with no bite to it and finally lifted Leon's bottom up to set a pace that made both of them whine.
Kennedy felt like he couldn't breathe. Thrusts were punishing, rapid, and deep, fat cock filling him up so perfectly, so pleasantly, making him tense up when it pressed onto his bladder, sending an electric current through his system, right before sliding further with another harsh move and hitting his cervix head-on.
The feeling was too much. Just like he loved it.
They just couldn't stop. It felt crazy how quickly this became a routine in a week. Leon was heat-dazed and Chris walked out the door only after explicitly promising to come back in the evening and bend Leon over any surface he chooses, and feed him his cock like he was starving, and fill him so good, Leon could never complain. Fuck, that was messing with his head.
Seeing Kennedy like this. Strong, capable, solid in his hands. Sweaty, hungry, and tired, yet practically glowing. His eyes full of lust, his pussy full of alpha's cock, the growing knot hitting him oh so sweetly.
Chris could listen to their sounds all day. How Leon gasped when he rammed his dick inside him, how wetness squelched with their every move, and how his own breathing and huffing turned louder and louder. He pressed his forehead against Leon's pectoral and looked down at how his length disappeared inside, stretching Leon's rim ungodly. Filthy, raw, just like they liked it.
"Fuck, Leon, touch yourself." He commanded, not tearing his eyes away. Leon's trembling hand made its way down, gathered some slick from around Redfield's cock and then the fingers pressed onto his clit, rubbing in in circles fast, steady, trying to keep up with Chris's slipping tempo.
"Shit, you're so hot," he whispered in Kennedy's ear, earning a full body shudder. The omega's muscles tensed around his length and Chris grinned, letting out a quiet moan. "I want to fuck you so bad."
"Already doing it, you golden boy," said Leon, sliding two fingers down, catching the alpha's cock in between them. Hot flesh drove in as Chris snapped his hips and stilled himself, pressing in as hard as he could, knowing how much Leon liked it. Being full and hot, spread open, having Chris fully in control and being rough, grazing his teeth on Leon's skin. Kissing him, tormenting him, and stealing those moans right from his lips.
"Let me come inside," kissing Leon's neck, he practically begged, "let me fill you up. I want you so bad."
Leon wanted to still his movements, wanted to grab Chris and kiss him, but the alpha's hand gripped his wrist, pressed onto his abdomen and exprerimentally moved inside, ripping a moan out of his omega.
"Didn't tell you to stop your hand, Leon." His voice sounded composed, cheeky, and Leon abided, moving his fingers again, this time having less leverage. Chris snapped his hips again. "Please honey. Let me put a kid in you." He pleaded, nuzzling his nose against his mate's neck. "The whole litter. Just for you. Fill that pretty tummy of yours nice and full."
The begging was a part of the game. Leon would always give in, squealing and whining under him, asking him to come inside, get him pregnant. Until he was full and sated, until the seed took and Chris got the job done.
Leon was on the pill. No way that was happening in reality. But damned be Chris if he wasn't a man on a mission.
His hips resumed their movement, setting the nice grind, slow and full of pleasure.
"Chris… fuck."
"Please Leon. Let me knock you up. Leon, please. Leon." Huffs mixed with his words, his grip tightened as he pressed himself closer to his mate, squeezing him in a suffocating hug.
"Fuck!" Leon yelped when Chris hit just the right spot.
"Already doing that, honey." Redfield smiled and licked Leon's mating gland. The omega in his hands shuddered. His free hand grabbed onto Chris so hard it could break him. Fuck. Chris needed Leon to peg him one day. Going all in.
The thought of Leon pushing Chris around, all dominating and bossy just like he was in their normal life, made his cock twitch and he sped up his movements, driving into his omega with enough energy to make Leon pull his hand away from his clit.
"No, Leon, you put that back." Huffing, Chris laid on his side, hugging Leon tighter with one hand, the other grabbing Kennedy's palm and bringing it back to his cunt. Leon groaned in overstimulation.
Cumming on his alpha's dick was hard enough to cry from exhaustion. It burned, it made blood rush in his ears, it made him whiny and fussy later. He would lie there, thoroughly pleased, yet still clawing Chris's back when he continued his pace, overwhelming the omega just enough to not be too much. Kennedy's damn resilient. He can take it all.
He can surely take a baby in his womb.
"I wanna see you fall apart on my cock. Go faster," Chris ordered, looking how Leon's fingers rubbed on his clit and his thighs tensed, being spread so uncontrollably, his body pressed down by Chris's heavy muscle. "Don't stop. Fuck, let me cum in you."
"Do it." Leon moaned and breathed in through clenched teeth, humouring his husband's little kink. Fuck, Chris was so hot when desperate. "C'mon. Get me pregnant."
Redfield practically whined at it. Not the first time, not the last one — they basically spent the whole week playing the exact same game of pleading and pleasing resulting in Chris nutting deep inside, knotting him and humping his hips like an animal while thanking Leon as if it was a daunting task, letting your husband cum inside while you're in heat and have been taking birth control religiously for the longest time. Who the fuck cared if it made Redfield happy? Definitely not Leon. God, the way his length grinded against his walls. For this reckless pace alone Chris gets the right not to pull out.
"Rub it faster Leon." He commanded, not slowing down his own moves. Leon complied, biting his lip and curving upwards, struggling to breathe.
"Leon. I told you to go faster." His voice near his ear was cunning. Chris sounded so full of himself, Leon let out a desperate groan. He couldn't move faster, that was impossible, and the bastard knew. "Are you not hearing me dear?"
"Fuck you."
"Move faster, Leon. Be a good boy. Or you wanna be naughty, hm?" Chris kissed his collarbone, he himself running out of breath. "Faster, Leon. I don't see you moving."
Leon's eyes burned with exhausted tears. The alpha knew where to push to get him going. Asking for impossible things, taking more than he could ever give. It felt so sweet when Chris did that. Fuck, he needed to pay him back. Probably peg him one day. Gosh, that would be great.
Leon groaned, applying pressure to his clit, squeezing his cunt tight around his mate's cock that was thrusting into him relentlessly. Chris's breath was hot against Leon's neck as he whispered praises into his skin, holding his body closer and getting so close, so close — his rhythm faltered as he felt Leon whining and breathing faster, moaning and squeezing his dick hard it felt heavenly and hurt just enough.
"Chris! More!" Leon begged, voice cracking and giving him away. "Please, more. More, more, more-!"
He came hard, bringing his knees up, crying out his husband's name reverently. His whole frame bent in Chris's loving hold, his hands gripped at wherever he could reach in desperation to steady himself. He didn't come with a dick inside him often. But damn that felt good.
Chris held him close while rutting inside him feverishly, gasping for air. His release was just around the corner, waiting for him to hit it, needing that one last push over the edge. So he held Leon's face, kissing his cheek again and again, begging over and over again, "dear, please, please, can I? Leon, God I'm so close, honey, let me breed you, please, please, please, Leon, please-"
"Redfield. Fucking get me pregnant already."
And he did. Pushing his knot all the way in, Chris came with a groan, finally letting it all out inside of Leon. Thrusting his hips some more, he calmed down, moving to lay more comfortably.
He was tired. His laboured breath deep and measured.
"You alright?" He asked, moving Leon's hair out of his lover's face.
"Y-yeah, thanks." Leon nodded, not finding it in him to move. "You?"
"Never better." Sudden affection washed over him as he looked in Leon's face. "I love you so much."
Leon smiled contentedly. "You're such a sap."