When Macalaurë returned from his errands, he found Sören laying on the bed in the fetal position, hugging Helvítis the unicorn and Bláberja the bunny, staring into space.
Macalaurë sat on the edge of the bed and began rubbing Sören's back. "Elskan? How did the doctor's visit go?"
Sören took a deep breath and rolled to face Macalaurë. There was no use putting it off; he knew Macalaurë could sense the distress and he didn't want Macalaurë to think it was cancer or something like that. Lose him or not, the truth had to be told. "I'm pregnant."
Macalaurë blinked. Then his lips quirked and he said, "Hi Pregnant, I'm -"
Sören took a pillow and swatted Macalaurë with it, then he sat up and tweaked Macalaurë's nose. Macalaurë laughed and grabbed Sören's nose, then he booped it, still laughing. "I owed you one," Macalaurë said. "I owe you several, actually."
Sören felt the beginning of relief - if that was Macalaurë's first reaction maybe it wouldn't be that bad, but he couldn't be completely sure just yet.
For a long moment they just looked at each other - Sören tried to find his words, and it was Macalaurë who went first. Macalaurë took Sören's hands in his and kissed them. "What do you want to do? I'll support whatever decision you make."
"I want to keep it," Sören said honestly, "but I don't want to force fatherhood on you if this isn't what you signed up for, I know it's going to make moving around more complicated -"
Macalaurë took Sören's face in his hands and kissed him hard. The beginning of relief gave way to a flood of relief, and euphoria. This answer was worth a thousand words. Sören kissed Macalaurë back hungrily, his cock stirring to life. They hadn't had much sex over the past week, with Sören's nausea, but the doctor had sent him home with a prescription for anti-nausea medication and Sören was feeling pent up now.
"I've been having morning sickness," Sören said when the kiss broke, hearing the breathiness in his voice, cock throbbing. "I have medication for it. Doctor says I'm due in late February or early March, I... kind of forgot to bring birth control on our trip in June -"
"I forgot to ask you about it." Macalaurë nodded. "It's OK."
"It's... it's really OK?" Sören folded his arms, needing to make absolutely, positively sure. "So when you decide it's time to leave -"
"You and our pup... or pups... will come along." Macalaurë sighed deeply. "Truth be told, I've been wanting very much to take you along, but I've felt selfish for it, I didn't want to force you. You've already known so much unhappiness, I don't want to create more of it." He touched Sören's face. "But now, I have an excuse to say 'yes, you're coming with me, that's the end of it.' I feel less selfish about it."
"Oh, elskan." Tears stung Sören's eyes. He didn't even know what to say, but it touched him to know that Macalaurë had never wanted to leave him behind.
Macalaurë pulled Sören into his arms and they kissed again. And again. Sören began unbuttoning Macalaurë's flannel shirt, and Macalaurë pulled Sören's T-shirt over his head, tossing it off to the side. They got out of the rest of their clothes and fell on the bed together, naked, hard for each other. Sören arched to Macalaurë, slick dripping down his thighs as Macalaurë kissed his way down from Sören's throat to his nipples, his stomach.
Macalaurë rubbed Sören's stomach in slow, lazy circles and grinned. "You're going to be cute with a baby bump."
Sören laughed. "Oh fuck, I have to go shopping for maternity clothes, don't I."
"Or you could just be naked all the time." Macalaurë winked before he gave Sören's tummy a little kiss.
Sören took another pillow and swatted him. "I know you're old, but this barefoot and pregnant shit can be left in the caves," he teased.
Macalaurë blew a raspberry into Sören's stomach. Then he licked his way back up Sören's body, making Sören shiver. He drew a hard nipple into his mouth, and Sören cried out. He lapped at it, swirled his tongue around and around, and his tongue rubbed it some more before he suckled, harder. "I can't wait to nurse on you," he rasped. "To see your nipples all swollen..."
"Oh god." Sören shivered again and his hole gushed slick, his cock jolting at that. There was something so deliciously kinky about that, and it made Sören tug at Macalaurë's hair, wanting Macalaurë to fuck him NOW.
But Macalaurë turned to the other nipple, sucking hard, tongue lashing vigorously before sucking again, harder, making Sören pant and buck against him. Macalaurë went back and forth, thumb rubbing one nipple as he licked and suckled the other, making Sören crazy with sensation and lust. When Sören couldn't take it anymore Macalaurë kissed and licked down Sören's chest and stomach, licking and nibbling at one inner thigh, then the other, before he hovered over Sören's cock, dripping precum. He took a moment to breathe in Sören's Omega scent and then he took long, slow licks up and down Sören's shaft and around and around the head, making streamers of precum with his tongue. At last he drew Sören's cock in his mouth, sucking slowly at first, heat in his gaze as he watched Sören moan and writhe. It wasn't long before Sören grabbed Macalaurë's head and fucked his mouth, whimpering, growling, needing to come, and Macalaurë bobbed his head, sucking greedily, making filthy slurping sounds as he had at it. His fingers worked in and out of Sören, rubbing that sweet spot inside him, and between the rhythm inside him and Macalaurë's mouth suctioning away, Sören felt his climax built to the shatterpoint. He came hard, pulling Macalaurë's hair as he spilled, and Macalaurë drank all he had to give, swallowing, licking his lips, then licking Sören's cock clean. "You taste so good," Macalaurë husked as he lapped up the last drops of cream.
Tasting himself on Macalaurë as they kissed got Sören all worked up again. Macalaurë laughed as he felt Sören's hard cock grinding against his thigh, and then he stopped laughing, kissing Sören more insistently as his own hard cock rubbed Sören's. Sören dug his nails into Macalaurë's back - the feel of that silken steel teasing his cock made Sören ache for it inside him. Sören rolled Macalaurë onto his back and straddled his hips, and Macalaurë smacked one ass cheek, then the other, before his hands slid up from Sören's thighs over his hips and stomach and chest then back down, eyes adoring. "Ride me," Macalaurë purred.
Sören sank down on Macalaurë's cock. When they were fully joined, Macalaurë leaned up to kiss him. Sören held on and began to bounce, working his hips in circles the way they both liked it. One of Macalaurë's hands stroked Sören's cock and the other caressed his body, stroked his face, pet his curls, so tender. Between kisses they rubbed noses, looking into each other's eyes, each kiss deeper and deeper, expressing love deeper than words.
Expressing joy. They were doing this. For life.
Though the feelings were beyond words, they were still spoken, making it real. "I love you," Sören heard himself sob into Macalaurë's shoulder, tears streaming down his face, heart so full it could burst. "I love you, love you, love you, elskan, I love you -"
Macalaurë grabbed Sören's face and kissed him again. "I love you."
They were both right there. Sören held back, needing just a little more, losing himself in the rhythm of their fuck, the song of their moans, the sensation building and building, so good, so right. With their foreheads together they breathed each other's breath in shuddery gasps, closer and closer.
Sören felt himself rush past the point of no return, and let out a whimper. Macalaurë moved in closer and Sören thought Macalaurë was going to kiss him again, parting his lips -
- Macalaurë bit the hollow where his neck and shoulder met, hard enough to draw blood. Growling.
Sören screamed as his orgasm hit, like a hammer making him fly up and up and up, soaring, each pulse like thunder. Macalaurë licked Sören's blood from his lips and moved in for a kiss but now it was Sören's turn. Still throbbing with ecstasy, Sören bit Macalaurë's neck and tasted the metallic tang of blood. He felt Macalaurë tremble against him and then one blast, two, three, inside him, white-hot, Macalaurë panting as he continued to shake. Their mouths crushed together, the taste of their blood mingling, and they linked their fingers together, Macalaurë's knot pulsing inside him.
Macalaurë lay back, pulling Sören down with him. Sören listened to Macalaurë's heartbeat, in time with his own. A frisson went down Sören's spine. He was claimed now. They both were.
Sören traced the burn scar on Macalaurë's right hand. The other hand went to Sören's belly, and Sören put his hand over Macalaurë's.
"If it's a boy, can we name him Finn?" Macalaurë asked. "It's sort of a family name."
Sören nodded. He couldn't resist. "It's a better name than Helvítis."
"You know..."
Sören smiled and kissed the tip of Macalaurë's nose. "I know."
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