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“Francis,” Arthur says, carefully, as he lifts his head up from his book. His lover hums from where he is writing at their little table. His fountain pen dances on the sheet with the help of his nimble fingers.
“I think you should start thawing it.”
Francis doesn’t react for a moment, letting the words sink in and fully register. His pen sticks on the page creating a thick blob of black ink. He puts it down and turns around in his chair.
“You’re ready?’ Francis asks.
“Soon,” Arthur replies, feeling a flush start to dust his cheeks, “You can’t smell it?”
“No,” Francis says, standing up and coming over, “Are you sure it isn’t nerves?”
“I bloody know my body by now,” Arthur growls, crossing his arms.
Francis ignores the grumpy tone, leaning down to press his face into the crook of Arthur’s neck. He breathes him in, the scent of tea and dew drops wrapping around him like a soft hug. But underneath he can smell a certain honey sweetness.
Arthur is right.
“Of course, I'm right,” Arthur huffs, “Now, go thaw it.”
Francis finds himself hesitating, stuck in place. “Are you sure?”
“How many times do I have to tell you I’m going into Heat for you to fucking believe me?” Arthur snaps.
“No, not that,” Francis waves off, “I mean…are you sure about this ?”
Arthur frowns, turning to look Francis in the eyes again, “It was your idea.”
“I know,” Francis sighs, “But it’s you who will have to--”
“It’s fine ,” Arthur interrupts him, “Our best chance is me. You’re always saying it too,” Arthur reddens further looking down and away, “How fertile I am.”
Francis licks his lips, leaning back down to press a kiss to Arthur’s glands. Arthur shudders so Francis gives him a playful nip. Nothing enough to mark, of course. Neither of them wanted one of those archaic symbols of ownership on their bodies. They didn’t need to prove anything to anyone, after all.
“Plus, I don’t think I could handle your pregnant whining,” Arthur continues gruffly, “I can barely tolerate it now. Imagine if you had an actual reason for all of your complaining.”
Francis chuckles. He lets his hand cup Arthur’s face, turning it so he can press a kiss to his lips. Arthur’s shoulders relax, and he’s the one chasing after Francis when he pulls away, only to catch himself and freeze.
“I’m going to our room,” he mutters, standing up stiffly and heading for the stairs. Francis watches him go, a burst of affection wanting to spill out and tackle the Omega to the ground for more kisses.
But he restrains himself--despite what Arthur thinks, he has quite a good bit of restraint. After all, if he didn’t, Arthur wouldn’t be leaving their bedroom ever . Instead of following his mate, he moves to the kitchen, opening up the freezer and taking out the vial they had carefully set inside.
His fingers stick slightly to the glass. He holds the very essence of life in his hands. What a precious thing to have Alphas take care of.
He lets it rest on the counter before assembling a little bag of treats and a collection of water bottles. He takes the kettle and two mugs, along with a selection of Arthur’s favorite teas. He picks back up the vial and heads up to their bedroom.
It is quiet when Francis reaches the closet. He sees the Heat Room door already shut. No matter. He peruses through their drawers, grabbing lube and towels. He finds the blunt syringe in its sterile wrapper. Then he grabs a few knotting toys and plugs.
His Heat isn’t here yet which is good, but Arthur’s growing scent will no doubt soon expedite its triggering. The donor bank advised them to go through the process during the first round when conception is most probable. He needs his wits about him to make sure the deed gets done.
Babies. Arthur finally agreed to have babies with him.
Francis bites his lip, a warm feeling swelling in his chest. Sure, it had been a messy journey to this, with heated discussions and broken plans. After all, it was supposed to be him , not Arthur. That had been the agreement. And sure he liked to tease that at least he’d get to keep his perfect figure, he still couldn’t help the ache in his chest when he heard his egg count was low for his age.
He shakes his head. No need to dwell on the past. He is here now and he had just as important a job to do.
He steps inside and is hit by Arthur’s strengthening Heat scent. He breathes it in, feeling the relaxing haze start to bait him closer. Arthur doesn’t look at him where he’s crouched, carefully weaving piles of fabric, a myriad of blues and reds, into an elegant nest. Francis rests his bag of supplies and settles to join him, easily helping structure the walls of their little space.
Near the tail end of the effort Arthur’s grip starts to grow shaky. He is sluggish but stubborn, biting his lip and doing his best to stay on task. But Francis has seen him lose this battle countless times now--and yet Arthur’s defiance to fight against nature each time makes him fall in love anew.
“Arthur--”
“I know,” Arthur grits his teeth, “I know.”
“Lie back, cherie,” Francis murmurs and Arthur rolls his eyes but complies all the same. He’s nude from the waist down. With just a ratty sweater on. Francis easily takes that off of him, relishing in the sight of his lover’s flushed, sensitive skin.
“They say it's best to do it right after you cum,” Francis whispers close to Arthur’s cheek.
The Omega beneath him shudders, but still has the gall to snap, “You making me cum? So we’ll be here all night?”
Francis nips his neck, earning a hitched breath and a full body twitch. He grins, letting his tongue trace down Arthur’s quivering neck to his chest. He fingers one nipple as he laps at the other, looking up through his eyelashes to watch Arthur’s strained face trying not to give the game away.
“I wonder how long it will take for these to fill with milk,” Francis coos, pinching one of the nipples with more force.
“ Fuck ,” Arthur groans, “Stop that. Don’t remind, don’t remind me.”
“Oh, but it’s all I can think about,” Francis teases, taking the abused nub into his mouth to suck. He hears Arthur hiss out, his hand moving to dig into his long hair.
“It’s not for you ,” Arthur huffs.
Francis chuckles, “It’s important to teach our child to share.”
Arthur swats him lightly and Francis continues to laugh, the vibrations tickling Arthur’s flesh.
“You are impossible,” Arthur sighs, squeezing his eyes shut as Francis continues lapping downward, dipping his tongue into his navel.
“And you are much too cognizant,” Francis points out.
“Guess you’re bad at this--Fucking hell, Francis!” Arthur shouts, not expecting Francis to suddenly plunge two fingers inside him. His back arches as Francis curls them exactly where he needs to and sends a shock wave of pleasure up his spine, short circuiting his brain.
Arthur moans out, grinding down on those fingers immediately, needing more of that addicting feeling.
“That’s more like it,” Francis purrs. Arthur’s brow furrows but he’s unable to retort without a needy whine leaving his lips. He pushes down on Francis’ head, urging him to commit. Francis easily gives in, nuzzling into Arthur’s heat and letting his tongue drag along his entrance. Arthur cries out, fingers coiling and twisting in Francis’ hair, urging him to keep going.
Francis’ tongue is just as nimble as his fingers. Arthur hadn’t been surprised with the man’s gift of gab. But oh was it so much better occupied down below, whether exploring inside him or lavishing his small Omega cock.
Arthur loses himself to the haze, writhing and twitching and crying out for more, it doesn’t take very long for things to give away.
“F-Francis,” Arthur gasps.
“I know,” Francis murmurs, letting go of him completely. Arthur whimpers, stuck on the precipice. He squeezes his eyes shut, fingers clawing at the mattress beneath them. He’s on all fours, his ass raised up invitingly.
By now the vial has thawed completely and Francis carefully takes out the large blunt syringe from its plastic packaging. He inserts the vial, and then presses the long neck of the syringe inside of Arthur’s quivering hole. Arthur whines, eyes squeezing shut as Francis penetrates as deeply as he can. Then, slowly, just as the donor office said, he starts pressing the plunger down.
“ Haa ,” Arthur half breathes out, half moans. His eyes darken and his neck cranes to the side submissively. Francis does his best to stay focused, watching the large load of semen empty out. It’s much more than he expected and Arthur just keeps taking it.
Francis bites his lip, maybe suddenly understanding why so many Alphas had a breeding kink. “Ready for the knot?”
He’s not sure why he asks because Arthur is long gone. Face red hot and mouth caught open to let through every whine, whimper and moan unimpeded. And yet, he does manage to speak, starting a mantra of, “Please, please, please, knot me, knot me, knot me--”
Francis swallows thickly, reaching over for one of their inflatable knot plugs. Carefully, he slips the syringe out. He can see some of the precious liquid start to dribble out and works a bit quicker to shove the plug inside. Arthur cries out, jutting up his ass more. Francis starts to squeeze the plug, watching it expand and stretch Arthur’s ass.
Arthur cums, his whole body shaking and nearly forcing the plug out, but it holds and Arthur can only whimper at the pain of the stretch in his backside.
He’s panting heavily, body limp on the mattress and hair dripping from sweat. Francis crawls forward, maneuvering Arthur onto his back before kissing him all over his face and nuzzling into his neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent.
“How long,” Arthur groans, his brow furrowed.
“As long as you can take it,” Francis says, rubbing Arthur’s chest sympathetically. “Does it hurt?”
“Of course it bloody does,” Arthur huffs, lifting his hands to wipe at his ruined face. Embarrassing. “Why are you so damn composed?”
Francis chuckles, pressing little kisses on Arthur’s clavicle, “It won’t be long now with how delicious you smell.”
Arthur reddens, looking away. He tenses, hissing out before forcing himself to relax. Francis keeps kissing him, showering his body in adoration that makes his belly flutter. But it doesn’t distract completely from the uncomfortable girth trapped inside him.
“How do straight Omegas do this?” Arthur groans, “Just a second is more than enough.”
Francis wraps his arms around his lover, bringing him in tight and close. Arthur relaxes a bit, despite himself but keeps his frown in place. Francis runs his fingers through Arthur’s short hair, scratching at his scalp in the way he knows makes Arthur purr if he doesn’t consciously fight back.
Arthur hums, nuzzling closer in a more docile fashion than usual. Francis might have just dozed off, he’s so comfortable, laying on the bed with the warmth of his lover beside him.