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“I know this is uncomfortable for you but understand that this is a natural process and in addition, you have never been more beautiful to me.”
“Forgive me if I don’t believe you,” Will answered tiredly. He rubbed the skin above his areola as milk trickled through the plastic pump. It was the seventh time he’d expressed that day.
“I just never thought there would be so much.”
Hannibal settled on the bed, tucking his omega against his side so the eight month curve of Will’s stomach was pressed against his body.
“You mustn’t be ashamed. Lactation is merely your body demonstrating health and fertility.”
It was true, of course, and quite common for lactation in omegas to began in earnest during their final month. In addition to preparation for motherhood lactation was an appeasement response to ensure the affection of their alpha. An omega’s milk was a natural aphrodisiac for alphas, heightening the instincts to protect, provide for and own. It made perfect sense for a mated omega to provide delicious sustenance for their alpha from their own body and the hormone pills Hannibal had slipped in alongside Will’s vitamin tablets were only increasing the natural response. Will had panicked the first time he’d been woken up by the sensation of milk soaking through his shirt at the end of his second trimester. Hannibal had reassured him that there was nothing wrong and eagerly taken the little pink buds into his mouth one at a time to drain the excess milk.
His mate’s response was a noncommittal grunt. Rude, yet he had been forced to make many allowances for his stubborn mate during their first year as a bonded couple.
Hannibal had allowed Will to postpone purchasing maternity clothes for as long possible and resisted the urge to insist after Will’s horror at the sea of frills and florals in almost every store they visited. Letting his omega replace his existing wardrobe with larger sized flannel shirts and attach elastic waistbands to several pairs of his jeans and khakis rivalled his alpha instincts but Hannibal prided himself on his restraint rather than force his mate to submit to him and the natural behaviour.
He recalled the night he had claimed Will, the younger man entering an unexpected heat due to faulty suppressants medication (or so Will still believed). It hadn’t taken him long to see through Will’s beta guise but the decision that he would be his was almost instantaneous. The extent to which Will had tried to resist his omega nature only made the surrender that much sweeter.
The only insistence he had made was to dress Will in his own clothing when they were at home. Hannibal absentmindedly pushed the baggy dress shirt aside to fondle Will’s other breast. The material still hung loosely about his slender shoulders only to stretch taunt over the curve of his stomach. Besides the swollen belly and slightly enlarged breasts very little had changed about Will’s body. The omega had been very determined to minimise weight gain during pregnancy and the little fat around his thighs and hips had already begun to recede due to expressing daily.
“This process would be made much more simple if you would agree to using a nursing bra. I hear they are quite comfortable and the open panels enable a pump to be attached and operated without hands. It would make it much easier for you to express at work.”
“Hannibal, I am not going to wear a bra and definitely not one with bottles attached. It’s hard enough for everyone to know I’m an omega without making it worse.”
Despite whatever illusions about advances in omega rights they remained unwelcome in almost every workplace, almost unheard of in stressful or potentially dangerous fields such as medicine or law enforcement.
Will winced as he removed the pump, setting down the filled bottle and reaching for the second only to have his hand gently stopped.
“Allow me,” Hannibal said softly.
The omega gasped as strong hands pushed him flat on his back, Hannibal looming above him and lowering his head to the other breast still heavy with milk.
Will moaned softly as his mate’s lips gently clamped onto his other nipple, massaging the tender nub and coaxing out a steady trickle of sweet, creamy milk.
A male omega’s breasts were not permeant and would flatten out within a few months after weaning so Hannibal intended to enjoy them. After the baby was born he would place Will in his lap as he fed their child, suckling from the other breast himself.
“It’s kicking again,” Will groaned, reaching automatically for Hannibal’s hand and guiding it under his shirt. The rhythm of blows against Will’s ribs paused before aiming with surprising precision for the light weight resting above.
“Astounding,” Hannibal drawing his hand back and tracing patterns along his mate’s skin with his fingertip. “Already displaying alpha behavioural traits.”
Physical sex was visible by twelve weeks and although it was impossible to completely confirm the gender of a child prenatally, certain behaviours could be used to estimate with reasonable results. While omega foetuses were known to be docile even in the womb, alphas had been recorded to react aggressively to outside intruders, rejecting the invasion of their territory in the only way possible.
“It could still be a beta,” Will ventured. Hannibal tilted in head in acknowledgement but didn’t answer aloud. There was no mistaking his child’s responses for the feeble, reflex kicks of a beta.
He continued his gentle caresses as the infant’s kicks followed, trying in vain to dislodge his hand.
“Hannibal! Please-that hurts.”
“I’m sorry, my love.” Hannibal lapped up the last trickle and began moving his lips up Will’s chest and throat, hands making short work of the remaining shirt buttons.
“Please, not tonight....I’m so tired...” Will tried to pull away from the gentle touch and kisses.
Many other alphas would have slapped the omega for that disobedience before manhandling him to his hands and knees; others would have laughed as they did so. “Shh, just lay still,” Hannibal cooed, rolling Will onto his side and tugging down his boxer briefs. “Let me show you how much I desire you.”
Will gasped again as the first finger gently teased his entrance, guided by the slick triggered in response to Hannibal’s alpha pheromones. Hannibal forced himself to be slow while his other hand frantically unlaced his pyjama bottoms. Both were panting by the time Hannibal lifted Will’s top leg and guided his aching cock into the tight heat. He maintained a sweet, leisurely pace until he felt Will clench around him, pounding harder until he climaxed moments later.
Once their breathing had returned to normal Hannibal reached carefully to turn off the lamp and pull the sheets over them, carefully avoiding pulling on the knot tying their bodies together. He smiled smugly as his omega purred contentedly and leaned back against the warm, broad chest. His stubborn, impudent little mate was a challenge at times but the satisfaction of him falling apart in his hands was unquestionably worth it.