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“So, how are you feeling?”
“I'm fine, Castorice,” Mydei resisted the urge to sigh, the corners of his mouth curled up in an amused, faint smile.
“That's the fifth time you ask in ten minutes,” Cipher said from the kitchen, opening and closing the fridge as she dug up whatever she found as she prepared their snack plate. “Cas, he's just entering the fourth month, he's not going to give birth yet.”
“But Hyacine said he could start getting heartburn!” Castorice said with furrowed eyebrows. “And more tired! Mydei, are you feeling sleepy? Do you want to take a nap?”
The Kremnoan turned his head towards the kitchen. “Good luck, your girlfriend is as bad as Phainon,” he chuckled, then he looked at Castorice again. “Cas, I really am fine. I slept the whole morning already.”
“Ah, at least it's cute if Cas does it,” Cipher mumbled, dodging the pillows and blankets on the floor as she carried the silver tray full of a variety of snacks, then placed it on the table to immediately sit next to Mydei while Castorice grabbed the TV control and started going through the series list. “But your boyfriend? I don't know how you didn't kick him out yet. It took me a whole hour to reassure him you were going to be fine with us! Castorice and Hyacine surely won't be that bad.”
“Well, you have a worrywart and a doctor as your partners,” Castorice mumbled, finally deciding on an historical drama they had been watching some months ago and left it to marinate. “Though that's true, Phainon really hasn't been apart from you this whole time, has he?”
Mydei hummed softly, tightening the hold he had on the blue coat around his shoulders — Phainon’s coat that smelled strongly of his mate. “He just worries a lot, though Hyacine had already told us everything is going well and there isn't anything to be preoccupied about. Yet, there he is, hovering around and following me like a shadow.”
Cipher arched an eyebrow and Castorice tilted her head.
“… I mean, it is more intense than before, yes.”
“I still can’t believe it, honestly,” Castorice marveled with a soft gaze. Her hands were resting on her lap, yet the blond alpha could see her fidgeting — though her excited, fresh floral scent was also a given. Mydei knew Castorice wanted to feel his belly, as it was normal for an pack alpha to feel the desire to protect a pup, but his friend was also respecting both his and Phainon’s boundaries.
After all, it was true that his symptoms had started to run even deeper than before, messing with his sense of smell and taste specifically. Most of the time he couldn’t stand any other scent that wasn’t coming from his enigma mate; Castorice had slapped a scent blocking patch on her neck glands and rubbed concealment oils on her wrists. Mydei found it both amusing and very, very touching.
Luckily Cipher’s omega scent wasn’t strong enough to irritate his nose, and he also felt more at ease with it around. That was probably what omegas felt between them, and now Mydei was experiencing some of it despite still being an alpha.
“Oh, you can’t believe it?” Cipher teased before flickering her wrist dismissively. “I always knew y’all would have a pup before marriage since we found out Phainon was an enigma.”
“Don’t say that in front of him,” Mydei sighed as he attempted to lean towards the table to grab a chip. Cipher moved before him, reaching to grab the tray and offer it to him. “Thank you– He didn’t know if it was better to have the wedding now or after the pregnancy. At the end both our mothers decided it should be after our pup is here,” he said, grabbing one of the salty snacks, though he wasn’t interested in it anymore, instead thinking of how adorable their baby would be, how it would feel it to have them in his arms.
Talking about his mate, Mydei was already feeling his absence, even if he had been the one who wanted to spend an afternoon with his friends. Phainon had been so worried, the man hadn’t been more than three meters away from Mydei since they knew about the pregnancy… Not having his presence around was a bit upsetting.
“You smell like a wet cat,” Cipher rolled her eyes and rubbed her wrist on the top of the alpha’s head. Her herbal aroma helped a bit. “Are you missing your puppy already?”
“I will be seeing him tonight anyway,” Mydei adjusted the coat around him, nose rubbing against the fabric soaked in his mate’s musky and warm scent — totally not pouting despite how his voice came out mumbled. He pointedly ignored Cipher’s amused grin and Castorice’s scent slightly piking up in interest, a sign the alpha was taking mental notes for those books she wrote. “Let’s start watching the show instead, we left it on a cliffhanger last time.”
“Of course,” Castorice placed a thick purple blanket on their laps. The couch was looking more like an improvised nest at that point. “I wonder if Queen Petra will find out the truth about the stolen necklace this time and stop incriminating Lady Daphne…”
“As if, these misunderstandings are always stretched for ten episodes. You will see, Mr. Prince Charming will keep thinking his fiancé stole it. What a dumb mate he is.”
Mydei nodded in agreement, the opening theme filling the living room. His eyes fixated on the second male lead, a tall knight with long silver hair and sky blue eyes. “Lady Daphne should choose–”
“The second male lead,” the couple said at the same time. Castorice chuckled while Cipher groaned. “You have a type, Mydeimos.”
Maybe he did, but what could he do? He could only think of his mate every time the knight was on screen; and the more he saw the knight yearning for his unreciprocated love, the more Mydei missed Phainon, his grounding scent and his warm touch. He felt his face warming up at the simple thought of the enigma, and if the girls had noticed his sweetened scent, they politely refrained from saying anything.
It had barely been a couple of hours since they were apart, but Mydei could already feel himself needing Phainon besides him, covering him in his scent and biting his neck to renew the healed mating mark, making it bloom red once again.
Oh, if Phainon knew how much Mydei wanted him… The alpha would never hear the end of it.
Phainon’s whole body felt jittery.
It wasn’t a new sensation, but being used to it never made it more bearable. The tips of his fingers felt numb, his glands were itchy and his gums tingled. The headache was mildly tolerable, though it persisted enough to make him feel irritated and annoyed; the strong, white lights pointing directly at him didn’t help at all either.
“Just a few more shoots and we’ll wrap it up,” Aglaea’s voice sounded muffled, like his ears were stuffed with cotton. “Phainon, come here.”
“Yeah?” Phainon stood up from the black chair, being careful to not step on the blue and white fabrics splayed around him — he almost tripped on one some minutes ago thanks to being distracted thinking about what Mydei could be doing in that moment.
“These ones are good, as always. They only need a bit of light retouching but there’s no need to retake them, so I won’t hold you back much longer,” the blonde woman was leaning against a camera, arms crossed over her chest while she examined Phainon and his appearance for the fifth time in the span of twenty minutes. “You’re tense. Did something happen to Mydei?”
“Not at all, or so I hope,” Phainon sighed heavily, one hand coming up to ruffle his hair, but the pointed look of the fellow enigma made him stop and smile apologetically. “Sorry, it’s just– I don’t know. I’m aware Mydei isn’t alone, Cipher and Cas are with him, but I feel…” the white haired man gestured at the air, unable to come up with the words to describe his predicament.
“I understand,” Aglaea nodded, reaching to adjust Phainon’s blue coat collar. “It’s normal for a mate to experience discomfort at being away from their beloved. You’ve always been like this, even before you both bonded,” Phainon let out a small, shy chuckle at that. “So I can only imagine how the pregnancy is making you feel.”
Phainon couldn’t bring himself to feel embarrassed at his guardian’s words, as it was true that Phainon had been unable to contain his scent souring or his gloominess when the blond alpha hadn’t been around. While confident in masquerading his facial expressions, Phainon seemed to be unable to hide anything under Mydei’s gaze, though somehow his openly shown feelings hadn’t been acknowledged by the alpha even when it had been so glaringly obvious to everyone else.
If he had known Mydei, his adorable and beautiful Mydei, needed to hear his interest with actual words rather than his flared scent almost screaming his eagerness to prove himself a worthy life partner, he should’ve—!
That was a lie. They were dancing around each other for years since high school because of their own insecurities and misunderstanding of each other’s feelings. But that was in the past, and now they were mated, belonging to each other for the rest of their lives, and Mydei was carrying their first kid, and that was all that mattered in the end.
Oh, just from remembering Mydei was with child made Phainon almost cry in all consuming glee.
“Honestly, I feel like I’m about to go crazy,” he admitted as his hands, restless as they were, fidgeted with the golden accessory on his chest pocket. “I want to go back home– I mean, not like I’m not taking this seriously–”
Aglaea only softly chuckled and shook her head. “It’s fine. Just a last session and you will be free to go. It’s getting late anyways, and my guess is that Mydei will also be uneasy if you don’t go back soon,” her lips curled into a knowing smile, either one of the girls had said something to her or it was, once again, the way she seemed to know exactly what the clingy mates were thinking.
If Phainon had a tail it would surely be wagging excitedly — he didn’t know how much longer he could be apart from his dear boyfriend, just the thought made his bond mark itchy. And his precious alpha’s scent on him was already wearing off, mixing with the perfumes and scents from the set. Everything he could think of right now was seeing his mate again, to press his nose against Mydei’s neck and rub his own scent on the alpha, and maybe his beloved would also feel the same as he and would scent him too—
“Everyone, let’s go back to work,” Aglaea’s voice resounded in the studio, people going back to their positions, the lights were brightened again and the cameras were pointing at him.
Right. Work first.
Phainon sat on the chair, one leg propped up on the seat and the other extended. Someone behind him rearranged the long silky fabrics once more as Phainon undid the first two buttons of his shirt, just enough to make the sun tattoo on his neck visible — alongside the scarred mating bite on the other side.
“Alright. Camera four focus on the left side, one on the front, three from upside– Phainon, tilt your head to the right– That’s good.”
He faintly wondered what would Mydei say once he saw the photos. It was the first time he got photographed after receiving his princess’ mark. It made him feel an excited, boiling hot pressure on his lower stomach.
Ah, he could already imagine his mate’s scent sweetening. Knowing Mydei was just as possessive as he was of their bond never failed to make Phainon’s blood run hotter and going towards a certain south direction.
He really needed to get back home now.
Mydei only had to wait a couple of hours after bidding his friends farewell for the front door to open, his mate’s barely suppressed scent quickly traveled through the house, reaching their bedroom barely one second before the man himself appeared on the threshold.
The alpha’s own scent perked up at Phainon’s presence, half-sitting on top of their king sized bed. Before he could put a foot on the floor, though, Phainon was already in front of him gently wrapping his arms around his middle, rubbing his nose on Mydei’s hair.
“Mydei!” the enigma didn’t whine, even if it almost sounded like he did. Mydei let out a chuckle, allowing his mate to rub his nose and cheek all over the top of his head. “Mydei, I’m home. I missed you dearly… Did you have fun with Cipher and Cas?” he asked, now having moved to sit next to the blond, still embracing his mate.
“I did,” Mydei nodded, leaning to rub his nose against Phainon’s cheek. “And I missed you as well. I thought you were going to come back later.”
“Hah, I think Aglaea was getting sick of my scent,” Phainon softly chuckled. One of his hands went towards Mydei’s abdomen, rubbing the softened skin. Mydei’s baby bump wasn’t entirely noticeable yet and could easily be hidden by clothes two sizes bigger than the blond accustomed to use, but Phainon could easily distinguish it as soon as his eyes landed on his mate’s body — he spent years admiring the alpha’s body after all, and when they started dating he could get a closer look.
To him, the small bulge was as clear as crystal.
“How are you feeling? Aren’t you tired, love?”
“Not at all,” Mydei’s hand reached up to brush some strands of snowy white hair off Phainon’s face, his thumb rubbing the faint smudge of badly cleaned make up on the corner of the enigma’s eye, making Mydei smile.
Phainon still smelled a bit like make up powder and hair lotion, that meant the man cleaned hastily to came back home running, again.
“I barely did anything today, the girls wouldn’t let me.”
He almost rolled his eyes at Phainon nodding with a serious expression. “That’s good then. Do you want me to prepare you something to eat? Or a massage? Do you want me to braid your hair–”
“What I want,” Mydei interrupted, flicking the other’s nose. “Is my mate. Get on the bed, Phainon.”
Phainon stared at his boyfriend for a second before scrambling to take off his coat and belt — the coat, this time a white one, was immediately caught by Mydei to place it around his side of the bed, an addition to his nest. The enigma’s eagerness to comply with Mydei’s requests never failed to make him almost purr in delight.
As soon as his back hit the mattress, Phainon’s arms wrapped around his waist like they did a thousand times before, his warm hands rubbing circles on his lower back and caressing his spine. Then, Mydei felt a tongue on his neck, his mate licking and nipping at the healed mating bite.
Being engulfed by the enigma’s earthy, sunlit meadow, musky and spicy scent was what Mydei expected the most every day — his puppy had always been so clingy, there were times were the alpha even thought Phainon had been sneakily scenting him even when they were just friends. Not that he thought a lot about it, and not that he particularly minded either, Phainon had always been a source of great comfort, and Mydei would be lying if he hadn’t daydreamed about the white haired man actually marking him with his pheromones, though he would rather bite his tongue than ever say it out loud.
But like this, now that he could finally embrace Phainon and be embraced too… Mydei allowed himself to bask on the attention and love his beloved gave him.
“Mydei,” he heard Phainon mumble, noticing that he had been rubbing his cheek against the other’s temple, marking as much as he was being marked with his own honeyed pomegranates and myrtle scent. Phainon had an enamored smile on him. “That tickles. Did you notice? Your hair had gotten longer…” those blue eyes trailed down the long strands of hair, watching them reach past the blond’s shoulder blades where they used to rest, the red tips now almost brushing his hips. “I’ve never seen it this long, but it does suit you a lot, don’t you think so?”
“Hm. It might,” Mydei said, his voice just above a whisper. “It’s a chore to brush it, though, so I think I will start to braid it instead of leaving it like this.”
“That…” he heard Phainon take a sharp breath. “That would be good. Yeah.”
Mydei remained in silence for a heartbeat, then he sighed fondly. “Your fascination with something as trivial as my hair still bemuses me, Phainon.”
The enigma mumbled something intelligible against the alpha’s neck before sinking his teeth on the scarred skin; Mydei didn’t startle, but he felt goosebumps quickly go up and down his spine and a sound resembling both a whimper and a groan try to leave his throat, if it wasn’t because Mydei bit his lips to avoid it.
“Can’t help myself,” his boyfriend’s voice whispered on his ear, Phainon having moved closer until their bodies were totally pressed — as much as they could be with Mydei’s pregnant belly between them. “Everything about you entrances me, Mydei.”
The blond felt his cheeks warm up. No matter how many times he heard Phainon’s corny pick-up lines, he always reacted the same at the sheer honesty reflected in those azure eyes. “Enough,” he tugged at Phainon’s black choker. “The nest doesn’t smell like you. We need to change that.”
“Right away,” Phainon laughed at his mate’s flustered expression, deciding to not say anything anymore, at least for now, and instead sliding his hands under Mydei’s clothes. Taking them off the alpha’s body was easy enough, as the man had started to use one or two sizes bigger. As soon as his boyfriend was left naked on their bed, Phainon quickly got rid of his own remaining clothes, with the exception of the band around his throat that Mydei loved to tug at.
Only a few seconds had passed since the enigma had his hands off the other, but it was enough to make him needier. He leaned back, immediately going for a kiss — their mouths found each other with ease, Mydei’s lips parting as soon as Phainon’s tongue came out to lick them, silently asking for permission to deepen their embrace.
Meanwhile, the enigma’s hands roamed all around the alpha’s body, paying special attention to the plush, softened spots like the chest and the abdomen. His hands cupped the alpha’s pregnant belly with tenderness and care, rubbing his thumbs in small caresses.
It had been quite a while since the last time they had sex. Not because they didn’t want to —Mydei had been particularly needier than usual lately—, but because Phainon had been hesitant to initiate any sexual intimacy out of worry to hurt their baby. Even if he knew Mydei’s body hadn’t grown weaker at all and the Kremnoan disliked being treated like glass, Phainon still couldn’t get rid of that fear.
“Phainon,” Mydei sighed between the kiss, one of his hands going up to grab a handful of white strands, while the other remained around Phainon’s neck, thumb pressing against the side of his neck where the golden sun painted pale skin. Mydei’s scent had grown spicier with his arousal, enticing the enigma to touch more, to deepen their kiss and leave Mydei feeling lightheaded, though his hands restrained themselves from going lower, and instead kept rubbing the glands on his wrists all over the alpha.
Mydei, predictably, started to grow impatient after a few minutes. He tugged Phainon’s head back with just enough strength to make him whine at the loss of their kiss. Honey eyes glared at sky ones with an already known demand, yet Phainon, as reluctant as he was, tried to give his best puppy eyes to his beloved.
“Mydei, aren’t you tired?” he lamely asked. “It’s getting late, should we–”
At the sight of narrowed eyes, Phainon turned his head to the side to pout like a pup waiting for a scolding, hands resting on his mate’s hips. “Mydei…” he whined.
“You really are a stubborn man,” Mydei sighed. He could understand Phainon’s hesitancy, but that didn’t mean he agreed with it — he was fine, the baby would be fine, and he was feeling the most pent up he had felt in his entire life, which made it a nightmare considering his boyfriend was at an arm-reach yet he wasn’t allowed to get what he craved.
Mydei refused to let this situation go on, so he fully laid down on the bed, pulling the enigma with him by the black choker on his throat as if it were a leash. The alpha tilted his head, looking at the conflicted expression on his boyfriend’s face. He knew Phainon, the clingy man he had made the father of his baby, was as horny as he felt even if he tried to maintain his, rather impressive, self-restraint.
Mydei would make sure to break it tonight.
“Phainon,” he said, waiting for the man to look at him with those sad puppy eyes. Once he did, Mydei allowed himself to purse his lips in a small pout. Whatever it took to make the man yield. “Must you really deny your mate like this?” he asked, making sure to slip a bit of hurt in his tone.
Phainon visibly tensed before his eyes narrowed at the alpha underneath him. “What do you mean, princess? As if I could ever deny you anything,” he replied, knowing well what Mydei wanted right now —what they both wanted, yet still refusing to budge.
The alpha almost clicked his tongue. He angled his face to the side, enough for the longer blond bangs to half-hide his eyes. “Is it because my body had changed?” he asked. A stupid, nonsensical question and they both knew it, but it made Phainon freeze up as soon as his ears registered the words. “I’m aware my body had grown soft… My legs are thicker, my chest fuller, my hips plusher…” he noticed how Phainon’s gaze stared with laser-point focus the mentioned zones, pupils trembling and hands tightening slightly at Mydei’s hips, and Mydei had to stifle a smirk. “Yet I didn’t think you would’ve… Felt less–”
“No way,” Phainon immediately interrupted, almost panicked, almost upset at Mydei simply saying out loud such fallacious thoughts. “You know– Mydei, you know that’s wholly untrue,” Phainon mumbled, and Mydei noticed how his hands trembled with the self-restraint that was slowly cracking. Just a bit more…
“Then why have I been feeling neglected about this?” Mydei asked, his voice growing a bit petulant. In his defense, the heady scent of his mate’s thinly veiled repressed lust was starting to slip under his skin.
“Neglected?” Phainon almost sounded offended. “I’m pretty sure I haven’t neglected you in any sense, Mydeimos. More often than not I eat you out for hours, fingering you open almost daily and using that thick knotting dildo I’m pretty sure I tried to throw away–”
The alpha slapped a hand over his boyfriend’s mouth, Mydei’s cheeks blushed a deep red. Really, no matter how long they’ve been dating, Mydei couldn’t quite get used to Phainon’s shameless behavior.
Ah, that backfired pretty quickly, but he wouldn’t allow it to be an obstacle. Mydei would get dicked down even if he had to… Pull some theatrics to success.
“But it’s not enough and you know it,” he said, not a whine in his voice, but pretty close. Enough to tug at Phainon’s heartstrings. “I need you, Phainon. Will you really deny me this?” Mydei spread his legs, and smiled at seeing Phainon getting between them like it was pure instinct. Phainon groaned very lowly, mumbling a curse.
Then, the finishing line. Mydei angled his head to show the side of his neck, where the scarred bite rested. An enticing sight for any mate, one that not even Phainon in his worrywart stubbornness could escape.
“Please?”
Phainon sighed deeply. Mydei never begged — not easily at least. Most of the time Phainon has to really work for it before he can hear that word slip out of his boyfriend’s lips. To hear them made Phainon’s blood rush south and boil scalding hot.
The white haired enigma stared at the blond alpha for a heartbeat. No matter how hard Phainon tried to come up with something, Mydei knew he already won.
“… Alright,” Phainon mumbled before leaning down to press a kiss on the mating bite. “Alright. But you will immediately tell me if something hurts, yes?” he asked, though it sounded more like a plea. Mydei couldn’t help but feel his heart warming at his mate’s worries.
“Of course,” Mydei readily said. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t warn Phainon anyway, though he knew the man needed the reassurance anyway. “I will tell you if anything feels amiss.”
“Good,” Phainon exhaled. For all his restraint, the moment he let himself loose he immediately went for it; grabbing the bottle of lube from the nightstand and after coating his fingers with the cold liquid, his hands wandered down until they reached south, grabbing Mydei’s buttocks and using his thumbs to spread them wide so he could see the alpha’s puckered hole.
Just that morning Phainon had toyed with the entrance with his fingers until the alpha orgasmed, so it was slightly reddened. Mydei’s cock throbbed at the attention his hole was receiving, yet Phainon ignored it to press the pad of his thumb and rub the sensitive skin.
Mydei let out a soft gasp, thrusting his hips downwards. He was growing increasingly impatient now that Phainon was finally touching him where he wanted him the most, but as he was opening his mouth to say something, what came out instead was a startled moan as Phainon pushed two lubed up fingers inside his entrance. He waited for a second before curling them to press against the warm walls.
“Phainon–!”
The white haired man curled and pressed his fingers with a careful intensity, making sure to rub the bundle of nerves he knew made Mydei’s toes curl, lingering on those that punched long moans out of the alpha’s chest. Sooner than later he pushed a third thick finger. Since he used his hands to pleasure Mydei these days the preparation shouldn't take too long, Mydei’s hole more than used to the feeling of fingers prodding his entrance and opening him wide.
“You let me in so easily,” Phainon said with a lowered voice, fingers working Mydei open as the alpha moaned and groaned. “So ready for me, I bet I could just slip in... Though I can feel how tight it is inside. It will hurt a bit, but you would like that, wouldn’t you princess?”
Mydei bit his lower lip, yet he couldn’t help the small nod. It felt so good to have something inside of him, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough. He needed something thicker, something hot and long and he wanted Phainon to stop playing and to fuck him already–
“Getting impatient again?” he heard a chuckle, fingers leaving his hole for barely a second before being pushed deep inside of him. Phainon started thrusting his fingers at a quicker pace, brushing against his prostate but never lingering enough for Mydei to feel more than fleeting goosebumps. “Wait just a little more, princess.”
“Phainon…” Mydei groaned, his hole clenching and unclenching with a stuttered rhythm, unable to keep up with the pace. “It’s enough already–”
“Yeah?” Phainon asked with a cocky grin. He spread his fingers inside of Mydei’s hole, making the alpha shudder and drawl out a long moan, legs twitching, cock leaking on his swollen belly. Phainon hummed and finally retreated, though now he left Mydei edged with the sweet feeling of the climax out of reach.
The alpha groaned, wondering if he should kick his mate’s head, yet he barely had enough time to think before he had his hips held tightly.
“You smell so good,” Phainon said, leaning to press a kiss on the corner of his mouth, tongue peeking out to lick at the saliva Mydei hadn’t noticed had escaped in a fine line across his chin. “Though it’s true. The nest doesn’t quite smell like me anymore… You wound me, Mydeimos.”
“Nobody else’s fault but yours,” Mydei immediately fired back despite the fog of lust slowly covering his senses.
Phainon laughed softly, his strong yet careful hold on Mydei’s hips allowing him to move and accommodate Mydei as he saw fit. Pregnancy hadn’t made him lose his flexibility, so with some repositioning Phainon put Mydei’s right leg on his shoulder, while Mydei’s body was angled to the side so Phainon’s weight wouldn’t squish his stomach.
“Agreed,” Phainon nodded, eyes curving into delighted moonlights as he smiled at his boyfriend. With his free hand the enigma fisted his throbbing, leaking cock. He moved his hand once, then twice, coating his length with his precum. Mydei’s eyes couldn’t resist to see the movements, up until Phainon nudged the fat cockhead against his prepped hole, now his belly making him unable to see how Phainon started to push his cock inside of him.
But not seeing it like he usually would somehow made him feel hotter. He couldn’t see, but he could feel it, the faint burn of Phainon’s thick dick spreading him open and sheathing inside of him — the precum wasn’t nearly enough wetness, but Mydei loved the bit of pain that came with it. The ache on his rim barely lasted a few seconds anyway, as his body had grown used to take Phainon’s huge size.
“Mydei…” Phainon gasped, one hand going up to straighten Mydei’s trembling leg on his shoulder, while the other maintained a tight grip on the Kremnoan’s hip. “So tight… So warm, Mydei… You’re squeezing me so hard…” he kept pushing his hips, bottoming out with his hips pressed flush against Mydei’s ass.
Mydei choked on a moan at having the full size of his boyfriend’s cock inside of him, burying his face on the mess of clothes of their nest. Phainon’s clothes, now mixed with his own pomegranate scent and the spiciness of their combined arousal. “Go on,” Mydei mumbled breathlessly, hands clenching on his boyfriend’s discarded coat.
Phainon didn’t wait one more second. As soon as he felt Mydei’s body relax around him, he pulled back slowly, dragging his hard length until only the tip remained inside of the alpha, then he slammed back to the hilt. The thrusts started slow, giving Mydei enough time to get accustomed again to being filled up; then, once Mydei’s moans grew louder and gained a weak whiny tone, Phainon picked up the pace.
The smack of skin against skin resounded in their bedroom, together with the creak of their bed and the sound of their moans. Phainon’s hands leaving marks on Mydei’s skin, while Mydei’s right hand reached up to cling on Phainon’s shoulder.
“Faster…” Mydei mumbled between raspy moans and heavy gasps. His eyes were half-lidded, heavy with pleasure. Between the thrusts, his gaze focused on the barely-there sway of his pregnant belly as his boyfriend fucked into him. It felt weird, but not the kind of bad weird…
Somehow, seeing how Phainon’s seed had taken made Mydei’s eyelids flutter shut and his cock leak messily on the bed.
“Mmgh– Phainon…” the blond’s rim clenched hard around the cock pounding into him, his own length pulsing and twitching, nearing the orgasm. He couldn’t help it. Being fucked by his boyfriend while his body showed the signs of the enigma’s claim on him —not only the red bites and purple hickeys, but now a heaving belly too— did something to the more possessive side of him.
And he could tell Phainon felt it too — by the way the enigma’s eyes hadn’t stopped looking at Mydei’s stomach for some minutes already.
Phainon’s mouth was open, panting as sweat rolled down his jaw and neck. Not only thanks to their pheromones heating up the room, or their intimacy per se. It wasn’t because of that, but rather how hard Phainon was trying to restraint himself.
Just seeing Mydei’s pleasure was enough for him most of the time. Now, though, Phainon had felt a sudden wave of soul-crushing ecstasy at watching his beloved’s body with the small —and not so small— changes.
Mydei’s hips were softer and more pronounced, his already thick thighs were now meater… And his chest. His chest had grown fuller, if that was even possible — he could see those perky tits bouncing with each thrust. He almost felt himself salivating at the sight.
But what had entranced him was the little sway of Mydei’s pregnant belly, following a delayed rhythm with each thrust. And that was the source of Phainon’s restraint.
It made him want to go deeper. To go rougher. Phainon wanted to leave bites and hickeys all over Mydei’s distended stomach, placing his claims over the expanded skin, even if he already marked Mydei with his seed — even if his seed had taken inside the alpha’s body. Something he had been dreaming about since he found out about his true nature.
That's why I wanted to avoid this, Phainon feverishly thought, hips slamming hard against Mydei’s bouncy ass. He could barely hold on his own decision to be gentle with his pregnant boyfriend. He wanted to see Mydei cradle his belly while Phainon fucked him into the mattress. He wanted to see him struggle to breath, tears rolling down his face thanks to the delicious overstimulation Phainon knew he could give him.
If he could, he would fuck another baby into Mydei right now—
His thoughts were interrupted by Mydei’s entrance clenching hard around him. Without noticing, he had been thrusting into his mate with increasing force; Mydei had his face half-buried into the nest, though he could still see his cheeks and even his neck blushed a pretty red, a thin layer of sweat covering his skin, and his legs trembled.
Phainon’s eyes sharpened as he did the bare minimum to hold back. He wouldn’t follow his desires, at least not this time.
Instead, one of his hands went down to wrap around Mydei’s small, throbbing cock. Useless semen drooling out of the tip and staining Mydei’s belly and thighs.
“Ah!” Mydei let out a particularly loud moan, and Phainon knew the alpha was near the orgasm. “Yes–! Ah, mmgh–! Phainon…!”
“Close?” Phainon asked, pressing his thumb on the cockhead slit, rubbing it with small circles that made Mydei choke on his words, instead nodding while his hips tried to thrust down, being unable to do so thanks to the added weight in his belly. Phainon faintly chuckled at Mydei’s lust-fogged whine. “Not yet, princess. Let’s come together, yes? You can hold it back a few more minutes, can’t you?”
“Yes…!” Mydei mumbled with strained voice. His cock was a deep red, hot and hard yet Mydei couldn’t care less about it right now. What he needed was Phainon’s seed inside of him, to feel that hot, huge cock throbbing inside of him and filling him up. He felt lightheaded, eyelids heavy and breathing ragged.
The musk of their coupling descended on his brain like a stormy fog. Mydei could barely think about anything else that wasn’t Phainon stretching him open — he could feel it, the enigma’s knot swelling and trying to get inside of him, pressing against his stretched wide rim with each thrust.
Phainon was close—
“Mydei–” the enigma choked on a moan as he felt the blond’s leg, that was propped on his shoulder, go down to wrap around Phainon’s waist. Phainon hadn’t thought of knotting his mate, not while he was pregnant and not while Phainon wasn’t sure the knot wouldn’t be too much. Yet Mydei seemed to think otherwise.
“Inside…” Mydei groaned, trying to push Phainon deeper inside of him, the enigma’s hips movements growing sloppier the nearer he was to the orgasm. “Knot me…!”
“Wait, Mydei!” Phainon whined, reasonably unsure yet every other part of his body and mind wanted the same. He wasn’t even sure if he actually shouldn’t or if it was okay, but something inside of him —a part he wasn’t sure how to name— wanted to knot his beautiful pregnant mate, to keep his seed permanently inside the other. “I can’t–”
“You can,” the blond pressed his heel on the man’s lower back. He was so close, he could feel his cock starting to spurt thin lines of watery, useless semen on top of his swollen belly. “You can, Phainon, it’s– it’s okay. Please, knot me!”
Faced with his boyfriend’s rare and sweet pleads, Phainon could only do so much.
With a panting groan, Phainon pushed his hips flush against Mydei’s ass, shoving his entire cock and his swelling know inside the alpha’s hole, stretching his rim as far as he could; Mydei bit his mouth full of the enigma’s coat, a long muffled whine leaving from his chest as tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. The burn of the stretch was a lot, yet Mydei couldn’t feel happier right now, his instincts satisfied at being filled up by his mate, the comforting stretch of the knot swelling inside of him to its full size and locking them together.
Phainon ground his hips, riding his orgasm; thick semen filled Mydei’s insides, the knot making it unable to slip outside. The creamy white liquid would’ve make Mydei’s lower belly distend bu the sheer amount of it, but since Mydei was heavy with his child… Phainon found that this sight was his newest favorite one.
Mydei sweating and breathless underneath him, pregnant belly quivering softly, his hole stuffed full of his semen — Phainon wished he had his phone near, for he would’ve snapped a photo of this moment already. Maybe next time.
The alpha sighed contentedly, and gestured tiredly at the enigma. Eager despite feeling drained, Phainon carefully placed Mydei’s leg down and maneuvered them into a more comfortable position where they would still be locked by Phainon’s knot, but Mydei’s belly wouldn’t be squeezed between them.
They remained in comfortable silence for a while, Phainon’s hands rubbing tender circles on Mydei’s belly, while the alpha dozed off resting on the enigma’s stretched arm under his head as an additional pillow. Blue eyes examined the Kremnoan’s body, making sure everything was okay before nudging at the sleepy alpha.
“Mydei,” Phainon softly called, receiving a small hmm in response. He smiled, starting to pepper kisses all over the blond’s forehead and damp hair. “I love you, Mydei.”
The alpha grumbled, before pressing a kiss on Phainon’s sun. “I love you too, Phainon,” Mydei answered, his eyes closed. He would want a bath, but truth be told, Mydei was too comfortable in his mate’s embrace and being completely surrounded by the aftermath of their intimacy, their pheromones mixed together and re-scenting Mydei’s nest.
“Are you okay?” Phainon asked, a worried expression on his face now that the lust had diminished. Mydei opened a single eye, though it carried all the tiredness and annoyance at being interrupted while trying to sleep. Phainon chuckled, but he still waited for a response.
Mydei sighed, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I’m okay. The baby’s okay. We are okay.”
“Okay,” Phainon echoed relieved, nodding. Then he went for his boyfriend’s lips with a featherlight kiss. “Okay. That’s good, then… But if you feel discomfort– Ugh, Mydei!”
Phainon rubbed his cheek, where the indents of teeth were starting to blossom red. Mydei huffed. “Sleep, Phainon,” a heartbeat. “… Tomorrow we can go for a check-up if you want to. Just so you can put your mind at ease.”
“I would really like that,” Phainon agreed, rubbing his bitten cheek on Mydei’s hair.
Amused by his mate’s actions, Mydei only hummed and closed his eye again to finally go to sleep, seeing that Phainon had fallen quiet and his breathing had slowed.
He was sure he was going to be dragged to Hyacine’s clinic — or worse, Phainon would make the poor overworked woman come to their house. But…
It would be good if he got a confirmation that sex was fine during pregnancy. Maybe his worrywart boyfriend would fuck him properly —which meant rougher— next time.