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Jensen caresses his fifteen-week pregnant belly. They waited a long time for this, and they finally managed to get pregnant the same month Jensen turned forty. Fortunately, nausea has only happened in the morning for the last few weeks. On the other hand, his excitement has increased to stratospheric levels since his doctor confirmed the pregnancy.
Naked and still damp from the shower, he looks at the large mirror on the wall, being able to see his cock at half-mast and the tangle of brown hair covering his crotch, a color that matches the dense beard on his face. His husband likes him hairy, and Jensen can't deny his man anything.
The next thing he registers is the familiar growl of Jared's Mustang, and he smiles widely.
Just in time!
As much as he wants to run downstairs, Jensen controls himself, knowing Jared will find him in the shortest possible time. The amplified possessiveness his husband began to develop after Jensen's pregnancy can be annoying most of the time, but it's convenient when Jensen is excited and needs sex.
"Babe? I'm home." The loud voice has a slight note of apprehension.
Jensen doesn't respond. Instead, he opens the drawer, takes the tube of lube and puts it on the dresser, a cocky smile never leaving his lips.
"Jensen?" Jared's voice echoes through the house.
Paying attention to the sounds, Jensen just waits, and when he hears the muffled sound of footsteps, it doesn't take long for a breathless Jared to enter their bedroom.
"Thanks God!" The relief is immediate on the pretty face, and Jensen finds himself enveloped in a bear hug that somehow doesn't put pressure on his bulging belly.
The smell of sweat and cologne against Jensen's nose only makes his cock swell more.
He needs sex.
Now.
Just as quickly, he finds himself freed from the hug, two hands placed carefully on his abdomen.
"Are you guys okay?" Observant eyes inspect Jensen, and Jared's voice has an edge of fear that makes him sound younger than thirty-six years old.
Jensen rolls his eyes before responding with a question of his own, "Do I look good to you?"
Jared goes pale.
"I'll take you to a hospital."
“Jared Tristan Padalecki! Does it look like I need a hospital?"
"But you-"
"Look at me, moron!"
The hands disappear from Jensen's belly, making him almost groan in frustration. Fear and confusion shift to recrimination in an instant; those hands that Jensen appreciates so much on his skin go to Jared's waist and well-defined eyebrows rise. "You made me drive halfway across town because you're horny?"
"I have no control over my hormones right now, and if I remember correctly, you promised me you would support me in everything." Jensen pouts. He knows he's playing dirty, but he needs an orgasm. Or ten.
As predicted, those green eyes soften, hands leave the slim waist, and Jared smiles, showing his adorable dimples.
"I'm sorry, babe." The hands return to Jensen's round belly. "Whatever you want."
As soon as Jared gives in, Jensen is all over him. Clothes fly, falling haphazardly on the bedroom floor, fingers grope firm flesh, and by the time Jared is also naked, Jensen's throbbing between his legs.
Smiling contently at the inches of golden skin, Jensen grabs Jared's head and pulls the apple-red mouth against his in a fervent, tongue-filled kiss. The sweet taste assaults his senses, and Jensen knows Jared has been eating gummy bears even though it's not eleven in the morning yet. He only releases the beautiful mouth when they both need to breathe and after giving Jared a bite on his bottom lip.
"Shit! You weren't kidding about your hormones, right?"
Jensen holds his hard length and says, "Does it look like I'm kidding?" The answer comes in the form of a blush creeping up Jared's neck. Fucking awesome. "Bend over the arm of the sofa."
With a glance at Jensen's crotch and a lick on his swollen bottom lip, Jared moves to comply, always perfect in his submission.
Jensen is a man who likes to be in control of every aspect of his life, which includes sex, of course. Giving orders just seems natural to him, and with the pregnancy, all the vulnerability he feels turns into a desire to dominate, more and more.
Jensen’s gaze follows his husband. Beautiful. Willing. And all he can think about is worshiping the temple that is Jared's body. About how he wants to mark every inch of golden skin. About how he wants to spend hours mapping every erogenous zone. About how he wants to play with the lean body until Jared begs to be fucked so he can get some relief. But more precome leaks from Jensen's slit and he knows he needs relief. Immediately. Besides, he can turn his thoughts into actions later and when he no longer feels like fire is consuming his body.
Fisting his cock, Jensen approaches Jared. Two long steps and he is where he is supposed to be. He rubs the wet tip one, two, three times, just savoring the sweet anticipation of what awaits him because the small hole twitches with excitement as if urging Jensen inside. Pretty but indecorous.
Thankfully, Jared doesn't need preparation. Not after being woken up by Jensen's cock fucking him three hours ago. The large size requires lube, though, and he smears his erection with the sticky substance before throwing the tube on the floor. One single but quick impulse and he is enveloped in Jared's receptive body. God—it's a true paradise on Earth.
A strangled moan changes to a demanding complaint, "Please...Jen....Fuck me." And it's no secret to Jensen that his lover always experiences great pleasure in being fucked and split open, which was clear from the beginning of their relationship.
"I'll give you what you need, sweetheart."
Grabbing the slender hips, Jensen pulls out almost all the way to thrust back in as hard as he can.
"Oh-yeah…but...I should be the one taking care of you, Jen."
Jensen makes a face, looks at the small mound on his abdomen, and wants to scream he's no less of a man because of his pregnancy. But he looks at the pretty profile, sees the small smile on Jared's lips, and the anger disappears as quickly as it came. Plus, his hormones are insisting on an orgasm right now.
"Don't be foolish. I have everything I need right here in front of me." Okay, this is as much of a chick flick moment as he can tolerate. "Besides, I'm gonna fuck you until your tight hole milks me dry."
As if to prove his point, Jensen shoves inside his husband in one long impulse until he's buried to the hilt. A groan sounds like a whimper. Jensen smiles. A lot of things have changed over all the years they've been together—they're more comfortable in their skins, more mature, and happy with the life they've built together—but that sound is still the same as when Jensen fucked Jared for the first time.
And he needs to hear that sound again and again.
"Jensen…Jen…” Jared says, his voice cracking.
"I'm here, sweetheart, and not going anywhere," he assures.
Setting a steady rhythm, Jensen pounds Jared's hole like it's the only mission in his life, all while hearing those groans and moans and his name repeated by a breathy voice. God, it's sublime.
A few thrusts later and he feels the delicious constriction around his cock, followed by a long, shuddery moan, and he knows what that means. The little slut.
Well, it's my turn now, he thinks.
Despite the bulge in his belly, the position allows him the freedom of movement he needs, and the following impulses are short and with such force that Jensen needs to maintain an iron grip on the limp body to keep it in place. Too soon for his liking, though, Jensen comes and so hard he sees stars as Jared's inner muscles milk his cock until there's nothing left of the big load.
"Holy shit!" Jensen exclaims.
Before his pregnancy, he could fall onto Jared's back and catch his breath a little before Jared complained about his weight. Now, in addition to his belly no longer allowing this, he knows he’ll need one more orgasm to be completely satisfied, although this new ability to stay hard is something that still brings a feeling of wonder.
Jensen eases out of Jared, who doesn't move, and anyone would think he is sleeping, but Jensen knows every nuance of his husband's breathing after so many years of sleeping and waking up next to him.
"Bed, baby. I need one more."
Nada. Still no movement.
Jensen smiles, slaps a firm ass cheek and ignores the pearly liquid beginning to ooze from the swollen hole. Usually, he could clean up the mess he made until Jared was hard again, but now all he needs is to be inside his husband again—ASAP.
"I'll just have to carry your fat ass to bed then."
"No way!" The voice sounds much more alert than it should. And despite his visibly shaking legs, Jared gets off the couch. A fierce scowl. "You know you shouldn't carry weight."
Another eye roll. But Jensen's aching erection is more important.
"I can still kick your ass with one hand tied behind my back."
Jaredʼs mouth opens in an amused grin. "After the baby is born, we can test your theory."
"After the baby is born, you will be very busy with bottles, poops, and diapers. I'll make sure of that." The smug smile disappears in seconds, the rosy cheeks go pale once more, and Jensen is the only one smirking now. "On your back at the edge of the bed," he instructs.
Jared's mouth opens, but one look at Jensen's stomach is enough for him to shrug and do as he is told. And Jensen smiles because he can't get enough of watching the tall body move and practically drools over the generous swell of Jared's ass.
As soon as Jared gets into position, Jensen moves and goes back between the long legs, where he belongs. The height of the bed is perfect for this type of activity, a specific requirement from Jensen when they ordered the huge bed.
The little tease bats his curved eyelashes, and the corners of that red mouth turn up. And Jared's irresistible like that, the representation of innocence and sin in one person.
"Give me that huge cock, babe," Jared insists.
Instead of wasting time responding, Jensen positions himself, guides the swollen head to where it needs to be, and Jared's so wet and open that Jensen's cock slides right in.
"God, yeah," Jared practically purrs, and although he can be sweet and funny and goofy on a daily basis, he’s stunning and sexy when Jensen fucks him. In short, Jensen is lucky to have a man who can do both.
The grip around Jensen's cock is demanding, and he needs it as much as Jared does. His hands go to the backs of the muscular thighs and push until Jared's knees almost touch his chest. Eyes close as hands keep a death grip on the white sheets.
"Eyes on me," he says, and Jared does.
Then, and only then, Jensen moves.
Both groan out loud, eyes fixed on each other, connected, together, and this is where Jensen feels complete. Jared's slippery and burning hot and yet wonderfully tight. Jensen fucks long and deep as if there is nothing more important in the world. And, right now, there is not.
Then Jared's focus shifts and a warm hand is on Jensen's belly, gentle, but in moments like this, Jensen can deal with that possessive glee shining in his husband's eyes.
"You're the best part of my life." The love and devotion in that voice reverberate in Jensen's soul, and his eyes tear up—damn hormones.
"Sap!" He grunts but doesn't hide the small smile on his lips.
Jared's expression changes then. "Make me your bitch, Ackles," he demands with a mischievous grin, and Jensen is grateful to him for understanding how much he hates the feeling of fragility that comes with the tears he's blinking away.
The hand on his belly moves to a wide hip, pulling Jensen forward and forcing him even deeper.
"Well, since you insist."
With practiced ease, Jensen gives Jared what he wants—what they both need—through precise thrusts that soon drive Jared to another orgasm.
"Jesus Christ, babe!"
Come splatters on Jared's belly and chest, and even on Jensen's belly, and he can't look away from the soft hair all over the place and absolute ecstasy on Jared's face.
Following that, Jensen pushes his hips hard up against Jared's ass, over and over, chasing after his own climax. Fingers dig into sensitive skin, hips speed up until Jensen's balls tighten and draw up—he's so damn close—and Jared is looking at him with a huge smile on his lips, so fucked-out but also stupidly proud. Jensen returns the smile, and the next snap of hips is enough for heat to wash over him and make him fall apart, still wrapped in the tightness and slickness of his husband's body.
"Shit!" Jensen curses, and then he fills Jared up again, but this time, his body finally feels pleasantly satisfied.
At least for now.
Jensen releases his firm grip on the muscular thighs, not before noticing the slight tremor shaking them, but he stays in his place, catching his breath and wanting to remain in the shelter of Jared's body for as long as possible.
"I'm just gonna have to keep you pregnant for the next few years, babe," Jared says with such conviction that Jensen doesn't know if he wants to kiss or punch him. However, instead of showing the sudden irritation he feels—he really can't understand all this deification about pregnancy when the smell of food can make him sick and he feels fat—he pulls out of Jared without any care. His husband winces. Good.
"Your child is hungry. I'm gonna take a shower, and I want a plate full of dates, pickles, and pistachio ice cream waiting for me when I'm ready."
Jared looks a little green, which doesn't stop him from sitting up, though.
Smirking, Jensen goes to the dresser, grabs a black dildo, and throws it towards Jared. A quick hand grabs the object easily.
"Put that on. We don't want you leaking all over the kitchen, right?"
Despite rolling his eyes, Jared obeys. Good boy. With a smirk on his lips, Jensen turns around and walks to the bathroom while listening to Jared complain about how he won't survive the weeks until the baby is born and how one pregnancy is more than enough for them.
The laughter only comes when the warm water touches Jensen's sweaty body, cleaning the mess of fluids from his body.
Ten minutes later, Jensen is sitting at the table and devouring everything Jared prepared for him under a soft gaze, despite the adorable nose wrinkled in disgust.
When they return to their bedroom, Jensen even gets a fantastic blowjob and then makes Jared sit on his face so he can eat the plush ass and clean up the mess he had made. After a quick cleaning and lots of kisses on Jensen’s belly, he allows himself to be the little spoon and within minutes Jared's snoring breaks the silence. Jensen's hand covers the one resting protectively where their child is growing. A smile teases one corner of his mouth, and he closes his eyes sure that he wants a house full of children.