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Three months into his pregnancy, Jonathan’s bump is fairly noticeable, his morning sickness has gone, and he. is. insatiable. Ardeth is far from complaining but it has led to an increase in situations such as this one. “My Jon, please, be careful.” Said man is currently straddling the bronze hips of his husband and mate. Jonathan’s eyebrows are furrowed in concentration as he rocks himself back to push more of Ardeth’s cock into him. Ardeth tries using his grip on the slighter man’s hips to slow his movements but it only earns him a low whine of frustration and the pleasure-pain of Jonathan’s muscles tightening around his cockhead.
“Ardeeeth...!” Another squeeze has the Medjai inhaling through clenched teeth. Only willpower keeps his own hips still.
“I know, my love, I know. But you have not been prepared. I never wish to hurt you, either of you.” His thumbs lovingly pet the pudgy hip bones, the only spots he can reach without relinquishing his grasp on the smaller man.
The Omega moves a hand to cradle the distended skin of his abdomen. The sight is breathtaking to the Alpha. “We’re fine, I’m fine, we ’re fine. But you won’t be if you don’t hurry up and fill meeee.” Another pointed squeeze has Ardeth hissing through his teeth. “I’ve been leaking like a bloody sieve since you got back. Can’t you feel how wet I am for you?” The words are accompanied by more squirming. Ardeth is a patient man but he has his limits. With a low growl, he flips them and pushes home in one movement.
His groan is met with Jonathan’s squeal.
“Yesssss,” the pale man sighs. Despite the lack of prep, he adjusts quickly to the familiar girth inside of him. The nomad, still being careful not to jostle his pregnant mate too much, begins a slow glide out and in. Jonathan squirms and moans, squeezing him to urge him faster. “Ardeth...’m not glass. C’mon love, need your knot...! More....!” Ignoring the pleas, Ardeth stops his motions altogether save to lean down and kiss his desperate mate. Breaking the kiss once he feels Jonathan is too breathless to do more than whimper at the moment, the Medjai whispers.
“You shall take only what I give you, my Jon.” As if to prove his point, he pulls his hips back until he is nearly out. The paler man squirms but is ultimately immobile because of the hold the warrior has on his hips. “We will never rush our lovemaking for I always wish to savor you.” The Medjai pushes back in, slow but deep.
Jonathan’s toes curl and his voice comes out in a breath. “Ardeth....”
The man smiles and repeats his movement. “Yes, my life. My beautiful Omega. Feel your pleasure. Let me give you this.” At his next thrust, he stays deep, grinding his hips against the pregnancy-plumpened cheeks. The head of his cock pushes against the sealed muscles behind which grow his seed. He moans low and lets his eyes close for only a moment. The grinding creates such a pleasurable friction that the smaller is left panting, the muscles of his channel spasming around the intruding organ. Soon, the pattern repeats.
Retreat.
Thrust.
Grind.
Retreat.
Thrust.
Grind.
Over and over at a torturous pace. Jonathan has no idea how long they continue like this. Minutes? Hours? Days? He doesn’t care. He never wants this pleasure to stop. Still, all things must end. The warmth that had been a burning need in his gut a lifetime ago has steadily built itself into an inferno. He doesn’t realize just how close he’s been to being engulfed until a warm, wet cavern is closing itself around a peaked nipple. The facial hair adds delicious friction while that powerful tongue rolls his sensitive bud around.
The first bit of suction seems to pull his climax right from him. Without even noticing the buildup, Jonathan cries out as his pleasure washes over him in powerful waves. His hands scramble for purchase as if to keep himself within his own body, finding their hold in dark locks and on bronze skin. The contractions bring the Alpha over as well, his knot slipping past the wet ring of muscles to lock him within as his seed spills into his already full mate.
Once the world returns to focus, Ardeth does his best to maneuver them into a more comfortable position to wait out his knot. It isn’t easy around the current swell of his mate’s abdomen, which Jonathan says feels larger because of the current load within him, but Ardeth manages it with minor jostling. Jonathan sighs in contentment, smiling when a kiss is pressed to his sweaty temple. “Thank you, Love.”
“You need never thank me for giving what is already yours,” comes Ardeth’s soft reply. “You deserve your pleasures. It is I who should thank you for allowing me to share in them.” His free hand tugs the long-discarded bed linen up to cover them. Jonathan shakes his head and nuzzles closer.
“I meant for everything. Yes, you are the best lover I have ever taken, without a doubt, but-” he yawns “-thank you for choosing to keep me and giving me this little family of my own. Of our own. Just...thank you for loving me.”
Ardeth wraps his arms tighter around the man he has loved for over a decade. He doesn’t think he needs to be thanked. If anything, he should be the one thanking the Englishman for abandoning his entire life to be with a man so removed from his society. They are both too tired for him to explain all of that right now so he makes a mental note to do so once they are rested and cleaned up. For now, his only response is thus: “As I said, you never need to thank me for what has always been yours.”