Текст книги "Heat for sale"

Автор книги: Ursa Dox

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Each album was navy-blue leather with a white label card on the front.

The first card displayed dates that, if Adrien had guessed Heath’s age correctly, probably started right before or after his birth and went through the years of his childhood. The next two labels displayed dates in a different hand and seemed to correspond with high school, college, and young manhood. The fourth label, though, held a name and no dates. It simply said Nathan.

Adrien started on the first album. Some of the photos there were black-and-white but clearly post-War. Everyone wore the waist-high trousers that were common and the striped button-up shirts that had been all the rage then.

His own father had had some similar-looking pictures from his youth.

Baby Heath was a chubby little thing. His omega parent held him in most of the pictures; there was one of him still chestfeeding at what appeared to be almost three years old. That was a devoted omega. That was love.

Adrien felt an odd pang for the man who’d given birth to him and then left before the year was up. What would it have been like to be cherished like Heath so clearly had been? Would he be a different sort of man now? He rubbed his own stomach and felt a vow growing in his heart, but he kept it back, a lingering fear keeping him from voicing it aloud even to himself.

Not yet.

Little boy Heath was wild, it seemed. Shaggy dark hair and eyes that gleamed with mischief. There was a string of photos of him racing around the grounds, just a blur of a boy holding a sharp stick and wearing sturdy boots.

And there was a young Simon! Rushing after him, looking dapper in his nurse uniform, while Heath’s omega parent looked on laughing.

Adrien smiled fondly. How devoted Simon must be. Heath must be like his son.

He cracked open the next book, amused to find that puberty didn’t treat

Heath well at all. His nose was too big, his face marred by pimples, and yet he stared unflinchingly, confidently into the camera, and even over the distance of years that expression made Adrien melt inside. “Yes, sir,” he whispered, saluting the man who’d so easily mastered him. He had no doubt he could have done the very same in his youth.

The photos from the college years were a bit horrifying. Adrien had heard rumors that parties like these took place at his school, but he’d kept his head down and ignored it all. Heath, apparently, hadn’t.

“Wow.” Adrien hummed, flipping past the pages of Heath-behaving-badly until he reached some pages near the middle of the third book of Heath traveling the world.

He ran his fingers over the photos of Heath in a bathing suit on white sand with a blue sea in the background. Heath with a backpack at a mountain peak, grinning like a hopeless fool at whoever was taking the photo and spreading his arms wide, as if he was saying, “I’m giving you this whole wide world.”

Adrien felt a tug of jealousy for whoever Heath had looked at like that.

Then he started to notice that every second or third picture was missing from the album. Just a blank spot where a picture should have been. He frowned, wondering what—or who—had been removed.

His mind skittered to the fourth album.

Was it Nathan?

He reached for the blue leather album with the man’s name on top and pulled it into his lap.

“What are you doing?”

Adrien jumped, his hand flying to his chest, and the baby thumping hard as the push of adrenaline woke him up.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” Heath said, loosening his tie and walking toward Adrien with a sweet smile on his face. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yes, yeah,” Adrien said, putting the photo albums aside for now. “Just looking at pictures of you as a baby.” He motioned toward the blue leather volumes.

Heath stopped mid-step and glanced down at them, too, and then continued walking. “Oh, yeah? Where’d you get those?”

Something in his voice was cautious.

“Simon had Jonas bring them down.”

“Jonas?” Heath asked, nostrils flaring, as he raked his gaze over Adrien’s naked body. “He’s an alpha. No other alpha should see—”

“I was in the gazebo. My nakedness is still for your eyes only,” Adrien said, chuckling. “And Simon’s.”

“Simon doesn’t count.”

Adrien sat back on the sofa, pulling the first book over again. “You should be ashamed of saying that about the man who cleaned all this mud off you,” he said, opening it to a page with a photo of a half-naked Heath being scrubbed off in a garden fountain by a very annoyed-looking Simon, while, yet again, his omega parent looked on laughing. Another stab of envy went through Adrien. He wondered what his own omega parent looked like when he laughed. Another thing he’d never know. Another mystery he’d have to surrender to.

“Poor Simon,” Heath agreed, taking the book from Adrien’s hand and shoving the rest aside. Heath took Adrien’s glasses off and set them aside.

Then turned back to gaze down at him as he continued to work to get off his clothes. He smirked at Adrien. “If only you knew all the hell I’ve given him over the years.”

“I can guess.” Adrien’s nipples and cock tingled under Heath’s watch, and both raised up hard and tight.

“Mmm.” Heath was naked now, showing off his hairy chest and muscled stomach, his taut thighs, looking especially delicious tonight. Adrien ran his hands up and down his flanks, enjoying the way Heath’s cock rose in front of his face, just begging to be licked. “Suck me,” Heath said, taking hold of Adrien’s hair. “Make me wet for you.”

Adrien’s ass leaked slick, and his nipples grew even more taut. He opened his mouth for Heath and moaned as his thickness invaded deep. He whimpered as pre-cum striped his tongue, and he worked Heath into the back of his throat, sticking out his tongue to paint his balls.

“I want to fuck you,” Heath grunted, slowly fucking his throat instead.

“Make you come on my dick. Watch you writhe.” He gripped Adrien’s hair hard. “Moan for me, slut.”

Adrien obeyed, and Heath hissed out, “Fuck,” as his balls drew up. He pulled free of Adrien’s mouth, bent low to kiss him, and then tugged Adrien up to standing. He ran his hands all over Adrien’s body, lavishing attention on his stomach, feeling the baby’s movements under the skin.

“You woke him up,” Adrien rasped, his cock aching. “He was asleep until you scared me.”

“Then we’ll rock him back to sleep,” Heath said, his voice sending a shiver down Adrien’s back and making his asshole twitch and leak. “Get on my dick.”

Adrien hurried to turn around, putting his hands on the back of the sofa and his knees on the seat. He liked it this way best now that his stomach had grown so big. The angle of Heath’s cock stroked against his prostate just right and he was able to come without jerking off if Heath went at it hard and relentlessly. And the way Heath was talking to him, Adrien didn’t think he’d have to worry about that tonight.

“Stick it out,” Heath muttered, stroking a hand down Adrien’s back to grip his ass and shake it a little. “Look at that sweet hole. Such a hot cocksleeve.”

Adrien shuddered again. The dirty things Heath called him always lit him up inside and had since the time in the heat cabin. He had a secret hope, a fruitless wish, that Heath had saved those filthy terms just for him, that he was the first to hear them. He knew it wasn’t true, and yet he wanted it so badly.

“Have you been a good boy today?” Heath asked, sliding his fingers in and out of Adrien’s slick hole. “Do you deserve your alpha’s cock?”

“Yes,” Adrien whimpered, pushing back. “I need it.”

“Mm, but do you deserve it?”

“Yes!”

“Who pried into my past without asking?”

Adrien stiffened slightly. The baby went still, too. “I did.”

“Did you find what you were looking for?” Heath asked. He sounded colder than he had since they’d first met.

“Yes,” Adrien said uncertainly.

“And what was that?”

“Pictures of you growing up. In high school. College.”

“What else?”

“Traveling.” Adrien licked his lips, wanting to ask about the missing pictures, but instead he said, “I want to go to the beach one day. I’ve never been.”

Heath finger fucked Adrien lazily, his silence stretching out, until Adrien

put his head down on his hands, gripping the back of the sofa, and relaxed into the electric bliss of his prostate being rubbed.

“I’ll take you to the beach,” Heath finally said. “And the mountains. I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.” He slapped Adrien’s ass. “Now climb on.”

Adrien whimpered and pushed back, searching for the blunt tip of Heath’s cock and groaning when he finally encountered it. Heath shoved it directly in, long, fat, and so damn hard.

“Yes,” Adrien said, rolling his hips on Heath’s dick, doing the work to get that cockhead to fly over his prostate.

“Fuck,” Heath said from behind him. “Hungry hole tonight.”

“So hungry,” Adrien grunted, as he worked his ass up and down, rolled it and rocked it, and tried to drive Heath out of his mind as he sought his own orgasm.

The weight of his growing stomach rocked back and forth, and Heath gripped Adrien’s hips, bent low over him, and kissed his shoulder blades.

Adrien smiled into his hands, his body thrilled to be fucked, his heart pleased with the affection. When Heath pulled him up to standing, his ass aching on Heath’s big cock, he wrenched around and stood on his toes to take his kiss.

Tongues and lips moved together, his ass throbbing around Heath’s penetration, and Adrien was in heaven. “I love you,” he whispered, working his ass again and turning back to grip the couch.

Heath’s hips stuttered, but then he fucked Adrien even more vigorously.

He reached around and tweaked Adrien’s nipples, working them fiercely, until they burned and ached, making him keen. Heath hissed suddenly, and Adrien felt something hot and wet leak from his nipples. He gasped, stopped twisting his hips on Heath’s cock, and looked down to where Heath was still pinching and working him.

Milk seeped from his nipples, hot and sweet-scented.

“My beautiful omega,” Heath said, tweaking his nipples even more roughly so that additional milk leaked out. “Your body is a miracle.”

Adrien moaned, his nipples aching and tingling, his cock thudding with desire.

“Come on my cock,” Heath commanded. “Show me how you make yourself come.”

As Heath twisted his nipples and milk dripped onto the sofa, Adrien

worked himself on Heath’s cock, the stinging bliss of his hole taking him high and releasing him again and again. His balls felt so full, and then the tight throb began deep and he tossed his head back, rolling his hips. He froze as Heath grabbed him by the shoulders and fucked into him hard, hard, hard.

Adrien yelled, his body convulsing, his womb tightening, and his asshole spasming. He came like the end of the world, his vision whiting out, as cum spurted from his cock and his nipples tingled and gushed along with his ass.

He was a mess of fluids, and yet he felt so good as he wrung himself out on Heath’s still-plunging dick.

“Yes,” Heath gritted out, burrowing in deep. “That’s right. My omega.

My Adrien,” he said, and then he collapsed on Adrien’s back, grunting as he filled him up with powerful spurts of cum.

Adrien missed being knotted, but being held in Heath’s arms while still impaled on his dick was almost as good. He couldn’t wait until his next heat, whenever that would be, so he could feel Heath’s knot again.

He drifted on the fantasy for a long time, slipping sideways on the wide sofa and wrapping his arms around his belly. The baby was quiet now, rocked to sleep like Heath had said, either by their thrusts or the spasms of his womb.

Heath kissed the top of Adrien’s head. “If you want to know about my past, ask. Don’t get Simon to bring you things.”

“I’m sorry,” Adrien said softly.

Heath sighed. “It’s all right. It’s just that we have such a short time left. I don’t want it spoiled with things that don’t matter.”

Adrien turned those words over in his mind. He was due in less time now than he’d been here. He was past the halfway mark. And then what happened? What would become of him, them, the baby? Heath had said he’d take him anywhere in the world, but that had been in the heat of the moment.

Adrien knew he couldn’t trust that.

He thought of dreams he’d been indulging in only moments earlier, of being knotted during heat by Heath again. What if that’s not what Heath wanted? He said they had a short time together now.

Adrien squeezed his ass around Heath’s softening cock. He’d have to enjoy every last bit of it while he could. Because who knew what was ahead?

Chapter Seventeen

HEATH FELT ASSURED that Adrien at least had some clue as to what to expect now that they’d read through the entire pregnancy and delivery portions of the book. Still, the boy had obviously been surprised when his nipples had overflowed as they fucked. He wanted to reassure him, but Adrien was quiet and sleepy now. Just one of the delightful aftereffects of fucking him.

He carefully rolled off Adrien and carried him to his bedroom. “I’ll be right back, little one,” he said. “I haven’t eaten. Rest here, and we’ll read a bit more.”

He wasn’t hungry at all, but he didn’t want the photo albums lingering.

He still wasn’t sure how to explain to Adrien about Nathan; he only knew that he should have by now, and that by waiting so long he had made it all that much more awkward and potentially upsetting. Which was what Simon had told him from the beginning.

Fucking Simon.

Simon had known that if Adrien looked at all those albums, if he opened the one with Nathan’s name, he’d see what everyone else who’d known Nathan had seen immediately—the resemblance between the two of them.

And he’d know that Heath and Nathan had been lovers. There were photos that…well, there were photos of some very pleasurable moments they’d thought to catch on film. And now he thought it might be best to burn the entire album just to be safe.

He caught it up in one hand, determined to take it upstairs, summon a staff member, and order them to do just that, when the album fell open and he was struck dumb staring down at the page.

Nathan laughing.

He was beautiful. It made Heath’s stomach tense up with an echo of grief.

He touched Nathan’s smile, the crinkle in his eyes, and ached with the loss of it again. Adrien should have known him. He would have liked his omega parent.

Heath huffed. And where would that have left him? Adrien wouldn’t be

his now, wouldn’t be growing so beautifully round with his child if Nathan had kept a relationship with his son. That would have been taboo.

Perhaps it was still taboo.

He snapped the book shut, determined to hide it at least.

“Did you love him very much?” Adrien asked. He stood by the corner of the hall that led to his room wearing the silk robe and his glasses. The robe looked so lovely against his skin. “The man in that book? Nathan?”

Heath blinked at him. “Did you look at this one?” he asked gruffly.

“No. I was about to, but…” Adrien stepped forward, reaching out to the book. Heath kept it from his hands. “You took all the pictures of him out of the other album and put them in here. Why?”

“He’s dead.”

“Oh.” Adrien pulled his hand back. “I’m sorry.”

“Yes, well…” He shrugged.

“So you took the pictures out so you only had to see him if you wanted to.

To contain the way you feel the hurt?” Adrien asked. “I get that. I did something similar with my dad’s stuff. I put it all in a box and—” He broke off.

Heath stared at him, the intelligent innocence of his eyes behind his glasses, and he thought he should just tell him the truth. Get it all out in the open. But he didn’t want to ruin these last few weeks together. The baby would come and then…then he could be honest and see how Adrien reacted.

There was no use in telling him now. It changed nothing—not what he’d felt, what they’d done, or what they’d made together.

“I loved him,” Heath said. “He’s dead. End of story.”

He almost wanted to punch himself because it was far from the end of the story, and he knew it, but he didn’t want to talk about Nathan tonight. The truth was too close to the surface, and he loved Adrien too much to give up what little time they had left.

Wait. Loved him? He loved him?

Adrien had said it while they fucked, but….

“I’m sorry I invaded your privacy.” Adrien pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. It was a movement that made Heath’s heart wrench with affection.

“I love you,” Heath said sharply. “You should know that.” He nodded firmly. “So there. I love you.”

Adrien’s eyes went wide, and his plump mouth fell open. Heath wished he had it in him to fuck that mouth again tonight, but he would be lucky to plug Adrien’s hole again in the middle of the night, the way he often craved.

It had been a very long day.

“Oh, well, I love you, too,” Adrien said, but his eyes were wet. He smiled wide and shiny at Heath, the photo album and dead man clearly forgotten. “I love you too.”

Heath took his omega back to bed and read to him from the pregnancy book until he fell asleep. This time about what to expect post-partum, how to feed the baby, and what they could expect from the child the first few months.

The next section, though, was the scary part. It talked about the plans the alpha and omega parent should make for the future. Heath considered himself a brave, strong man with a stupidly passionate heart, but if Adrien didn’t want to stay and raise their baby, if he didn’t want to make more children with Heath and marry him, then he simply didn’t know what he’d do with himself.

He kissed Adrien’s soft hair and shut the book. But that was something else that could wait for another night.

“HE DIDN’T LIKE that I looked at the photo albums,” Adrien said as Simon scrambled eggs. He sipped from his juice and watched the milk-and-egg combination go into the skillet, and then he sat down at the counter to wait.

“Did you see anything interesting in them?” Simon asked, with a certain stiffness in his voice that Adrien took for anxiety.

“I liked the pictures of him as a young boy. And you were very handsome back then. Not that you’re not handsome now!”

Simon chortled. “Oh, I well remember how old men look to the young. I was handsome, though, wasn’t I? My Earl certainly thought so.”

“Oh, so you do have a lover?”

“A lover?” Simon laughed again. “Earl and I have been married for forty years. Lover…pfft.” He worked the eggs expertly in the skillet and then slid them onto a plate for Adrien to eat.

“What does Earl think of Heath?”

“He thinks he’s spoiled,” Simon said obviously without a care about how that might sound. “And he is spoiled, but he’s a good man. Devoted. Loyal.”

He said that intently, with a particular gaze at Adrien.

“Yes, I can see that.” He rested his hand on his stomach as he ate. The baby flipped around inside, shoving off his liver. He tapped himself and sighed contentedly. He even liked when the little booger hurt him.

“Sometimes Heath makes poor choices, rash ones, but he’s a good man.”

“Of course.”

“I’m glad you know that.”

Adrien pondered his eggs and then decided to just ask. “Who was Nathan? His lover, I know, but how long were they together? How did they meet?”

Simon froze and stared at him. “So you saw the pictures of Nathan, then?”

“No. He’d removed them from the books I got a chance to see. He came in and found me looking just as I was getting ready to open the one with Nathan’s name on it. Now, it’s gone.” Not that he’d planned to look this morning. It was clear that it upset Heath for him to pry. And yet…

Here he was prying again.

“So they were in love, then?”

“Heath was in love. Nathan was greedy.” Simon frowned. “Don’t get me wrong. Nathan was a delight to be around socially. Made me laugh like there was no tomorrow. But, in the end, he liked Heath’s money and his cock, and that was about all he truly cared about.”

Adrien gaped. He’d never heard Simon be so crude before.

“Truth isn’t pretty,” Simon said as if he was dusting his hands of the whole thing. “What did Heath say when you asked him about Nathan?”

Adrien poked at his eggs, feeling restless and not as hungry as usual. “He said he was dead. That he’d loved him, but he was dead.”

Simon snorted. “Just like Heath to be so brutally succinct.”

“He said he loved me,” Adrien whispered, his eyes down. A smile broke over his lips, and he poked at his eggs again. He took off his glasses and set them aside, wiping at his suddenly damp eyes. “He said it twice.”

Simon laughed and squeezed Adrien’s hand. “I could have told you that.”

“Really?”

“It’s been evident.”

“How?”

“Are you so oblivious?” Simon rolled his eyes, which, even blurry, looked sort of silly on a man of his age.

“So you think he’ll want me to stay? He won’t send me away or expect me to leave him behind?” Adrien stroked his stomach again. “The baby, I mean, or Heath, for that matter.”

“I doubt very much that he’ll want you to ever leave. I suspect that choice will be up to you.”

“I want to stay with him.”

“What about your studies and school? You auctioned your heat and breeding to become a professor. What of that?”

“What does that matter?” Adrien asked, dreamily, his fingers tracing his stomach softly, his heart a pulpy mess of affection for the life inside and for Heath. “Our family matters more.”

“Oh, boy. Those pregnancy hormones sure do a number on men. Alphas and omegas alike. I’m telling you now, keep your options open. Don’t make promises you won’t want to keep.”

“The rest of the world just doesn’t seem to matter,” Adrien said again. He pushed his glasses even farther away on the counter and turned his attention back to his stomach. “Not when I feel happy here. Safe and content. What’s wrong with wanting that? For me and for my baby?”

“Nothing is wrong with it. But life isn’t about safety. And feelings change.”

“Not my feelings,” Adrien said, and even as the words came out of his mouth he felt both certain and stupidly young. “Nothing could change my feelings for Heath.”

“Nothing?” Simon said. Then he walked away mumbling under his breath, “I’ll have to remind you of that.”

But Adrien knew he would never need reminding. His life was perfect.

Nothing could shake his happiness.

PART THREE

Birth and Afterbirth

Chapter Eighteen

“WHICH OF YOU plan to raise the child? Or do you plan to raise the child together?” Heath read aloud from the book, his voice almost shaking with anxiety. His forehead and the small of his back broke out into a sweat, and he held his breath to keep from begging Adrien to stay here with him forever.

“I…” Adrien glanced up at him, as if trying to read his face.

Heath gazed back down at him as carefully neutral as possible. “What would you like, Adrien?”

“What are my options?” Adrien asked.

Heath read the question again, “Which of you plan to raise the child? Or do you plan to raise the child together?”

“No, I mean, could I take my baby with me? Or…” He cleared his throat, gazing down, his neck turning red.

Heath’s heart went off like a bang. He heaved in a panicked breath. “No,”

he said firmly. “You could not take the child with you.”

Adrien fluttered his lashes, his cheeks going pale. “So if I left here, I’d go alone. Would I be allowed to see him again?”

Heath swallowed hard. His mind whirred, and he rubbed at his forehead.

Already this was going all wrong. Adrien was supposed to have said, “I want to raise him together,” and Heath was supposed to say, “I want that, too,” but now Adrien was talking about taking the baby or having visitation rights.

Fuck!

“You would be allowed to see him,” Heath gritted out. “But…”

“But?”

“But that’s not what I want to happen.”

“You don’t want me to see him?” Adrien’s eyes went wide with hurt. He reached for his glasses on the table by the bed and put them on.

“No! I mean…yes, I want you to see him.” Heath took Adrien’s chin in his hands and tilted his head up, gazing at his eyes through the glasses lenses.

“I don’t want you to leave him—or me—at all.”

Adrien’s smile was the sweet, helpless, silly one that made Heath’s gut do

somersaults. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“So how would that work? Exactly?”

“You’d stay here.”

“In the nest?”

“No. I imagine once the wee one is a few weeks old, you’ll want to get out and explore. And when he’s a bit older, you’ll want to make a life of some kind. Return to school or take on charity work of some kind. Until you get pregnant again.”

Adrien’s smile was like sunshine in spring. Sweet, uplifting, perfect.

Heath never felt more alpha than when that smile was turned his way. “You want to do this with me again?” Adrien said, touching his stomach. It shifted restlessly beneath his hand. “But you haven’t even met him yet. What if he’s not what you were expecting?”

“He’ll be yours and mine, and that’s what I’ve wanted from the beginning.”

Adrien rubbed his stomach, his joyful expression almost painfully sweet.

“That’s what I want, too,” he said finally. “That’s what I’ve wanted for a long time now.”

Heath’s heart exploded with elation. “So you’ll stay?”

“I’ll stay.”

“And you’ll raise him with me?”

“I don’t want to leave him the way my omega parent left me. I want to be there for him.” Adrien took Heath’s hand with a touching laugh. “I saw those pictures in your album of you and your omega parent, your da, and I felt for the first time how much I wish I’d known mine. Heard his laugh. Known his voice. I don’t want my child to grow up without that. Even though I know you’d take good care of him. You and Simon.”

“Simon’s too old to be his nurse. We’ll need to hire a new one.”

“Simon will be his grandfather,” Adrien said firmly.

“Essentially, I suppose he will.” Heath kissed Adrien’s nose and removed his glasses again, putting them on the nightstand. “I need you on my cock now,” he rasped. “Where you belong.”

Adrien didn’t hesitate, straddling his hips and sliding down onto Heath’s cock with ease. He was wet and clingy on the inside, and it drove Heath wild to watch him writhe on his cock, his pregnant stomach so taut and hard, and

his dick jutting out from beneath it with pink urgency.

“That’s it,” he said as Adrien worked himself up to a frenzy. “You belong right here. With me. Riding my cock.”

“Yes,” Adrien agreed, his chest, throat, and cheeks red, and his cock dripping pre-cum all over Heath’s furry stomach. “Yes, I belong with you.”

“Belong to me,” Heath corrected.

And Adrien didn’t hesitate to agree. “Yes. I belong to you. I’m yours.”

He put one hand over the bulge of his stomach and groaned, “We’re yours.”

“Fuck, yes,” Heath shouted, gripping Adrien’s hips and plowing up into him hard and fast. He loved fucking this boy, loved his noises and his body.

Loved knowing that his child was planted inside, growing so fast, and going to be born so soon. He loved the way milk leaked from Adrien’s nipples, slipping down his sweaty chest and sliding down his stomach. He loved the way Adrien didn’t care anymore, didn’t question it. He was the most accepting, beautiful, delicious man he’d ever met, and he wanted to fuck him until the end of time.

That was his last thought before orgasm took him. He crowed, arching up, fucking deeply into Adrien’s squirming body, and reveled in the rapid-fire spurts of cum that shot from Adrien’s dick. He shuddered and groaned, filling up Adrien’s ass with his semen, eyes rolling back, as he gritted his teeth and rode out the shocks of ecstasy that were almost too much, too good.

He was just coming down from that high when he felt the heat of slick gushing over his stomach, hips, and thighs. Copious slick. Like a water balloon had burst over his groin and body.

Adrien was still coming, his body shaking as he spurted load after load, but Heath stared up in shock as more slick—no, fluid—poured from Adrien’s ass. He waited until Adrien was done coming, and then pulled him down, until they were resting on their sides. He was still deep in Adrien, enjoying his heat and tightness, as he waited for Adrien to calm down enough to notice.

Eventually, he did, but not until his entire abdomen went tight and hard and he groaned in pain. “Oh!” he cried out. “Did we… I think we hurt the baby!”

“No,” Heath said calmly, stroking Adrien’s cheek. “You’ve gone into labor. A little early. But not too early. The doctor said it could be anytime now, remember?”

Adrien’s eyes went wide.

Heath felt strong tension around his cock as another labor pain gripped Adrien. When it had passed, Heath pulled out slowly. Another gush of fluid pulsed out of Adrien’s ass, along with actual slick this time. His body’s way of lubricating the baby’s exit. They’d read about this part just a few weeks before in the pregnancy book.

Time flashed in and out of Heath’s mind.

Later, he remembered yelling for Simon to call the doctor, and he remembered Adrien’s face distorted in agony. He remembered blood, and Adrien’s hand clenching his so hard that he thought his bones would break.

He remembered a lot of things, but none so clearly as the moment his child—

their child—burst out of Adrien’s body like a canon shot.

The doctor caught him, covered in white stickiness and gore, and wiped him down quickly, before passing him up to Adrien, who reached for him immediately. Heath’s chest felt almost too full for breath, and then he realized why. He was crying.

“I love you,” Adrien whispered to the baby, kissing his still-damp, screaming head. “I love you so much.”

Heath cuddled them both close, burying his face in Adrien’s neck, and tried to stifle the sobs. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. Seeing his child had undone something inside him, and he couldn’t get it tied up tight again. Adrien cooed and soothed, and Heath didn’t know if it was for him or the baby.

Probably for both.

He kissed Adrien’s shoulder and hastily wiped at his eyes, sitting up to get a better look at his son.

ADRIEN HADN’T EVER felt pain like that before. And he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to feel pain like that again.

Though staring down at his son, sucking hungrily at his chest, eating for the first time, he thought it might, possibly, be worth it.

The doctor had seen him through it all and then promptly disappeared with a hearty congratulations for them both. Simon had hovered outside the door, and they’d let him in once the doctor had left. He paced now in urgent