Vale grinned and reclined on the bed. “I thought you could do the honors.”
“Oh, no,” Jason said, his hands already working on his own shirt buttons. “I serviced you for months. You’re going to service me now.”
Vale’s groin flooded with heat and warmth, and for the first time in months, his omega glands released slick. “Am I?”
“Yes,” Jason growled. He glanced behind him and then closed the door until it was nearly shut, leaving it open just enough that they’d easily hear Viro if he cried. Or more like when he cried.
“Oh, darling, I like the sound of that.”
“I know. I can smell you.”
“Yes.” He roughly pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, and yanked down his pants, doing the same. His body looked different now. His hips were slightly wider, and his stomach skin wasn’t as taut as before, but he was still attractive to Jason. He knew that in the way Jason’s eyes raked over him, the stiffness of his cock as he approached the bed with his sharp, hungry smile.
“My beautiful man,” Jason whispered, gathering Vale close and nuzzling against his beard. “My omega.”
“Mm.” He brushed his beard against Jason’s neck and shoulders, making him shiver and moan. “Like that?”
“Get that mouth lower,” Jason ordered. “You know what to do.” He flopped on his back and spread his legs, and Vale crawled between them with a chuckle.
“Oh, I do know, yes.” He rubbed his bearded chin over Jason’s chest and nipples, stopping to lick and bite them gently, and then he rubbed it down lower against Jason’s stomach, and finally over his hard cock and balls. Vale felt milk slip from his own nipples, and his cock was leaking, too. He felt like a shivery, wet mess of lust, what with the slick that dripped down his thighs.
“Fuck, baby,” Jason muttered. “You’re so sexy.”
Vale grinned. He hadn’t heard that in a few months. Beautiful, yes, amazing, yes, delicious, sweet, charming, lovely, handsome…yes, yes, yes. But sexy had been put aside for a while as he’d healed, and then Viro had sapped all their strength for too many weeks. He’d sucked Jason off a time or two, and let him reciprocate, but they’d not fully consummated their bond in the months since Viro’s birth.
“I need you,” he ventured, the usual omega bed-talk feeling rusty from disuse. “Help me.”
Jason’s eyes went dark with desire, and he reached out to guide Vale up for a kiss. They rolled on the bed together, naked, and lost in each other’s skin and mouths. Finally, with Vale on top again, Jason urged him up to straddle his hips. “Ride me,” he ordered breathlessly. “I want to look at you.”
Vale settled back onto Jason’s cock, both of them gasping as he took him straight to the root, a gush of wetness gliding the way. “Oh, fuck,” Vale said as a small climax took him. It’d been too long.
Jason growled again and hunched up, dragging Vale down against him to kiss and cuddle, while fucking up into him slowly. The steady beat of his cock took Vale apart, and he cursed softly as pleasure swept over him.
Finally, all too soon, Jason flipped him over, dominating him entirely, fucking into him hard and fast, whispering in his ear, and Vale went flying. He came hard, his cock pumping fluid and his omega glands releasing slick as he cried out.
Jason grunted and thrust deep, holding tight as he came, too. His voice was roughened as he muttered his love, and Vale clung to him, digging his heels into Jason’s ass, trying to hold him in deep.
“Ah-ah-ahhhhhhhhh!” Viro’s voice split the air, and Jason huffed a laugh against Vale’s shoulder.
“We barely made it,” Jason said, pulling out slowly, and smirking as his cum spilled from Vale’s body. “Oh, wow. Look at that.”
“Just in time,” Vale said breathlessly. “We finished just in time.”
Jason scrambled for a towel to clean them up as Viro’s protest at waking alone grew louder and louder. By the time Vale had his robe on, Jason was already down the hall, scooping the baby from his crib, and bringing him back to the master bedroom with him.
Vale snorted as Viro spotted him and reached out with chubby hands, his mouth already opening and closing in his demand for food. Jason passed him off and then went about replacing the sheets while Vale fed Viro in a chair next to the big, open window.
Viro stared off into the autumn view as he nursed, his mouth moving greedily, and his moss-green eyes taking in the changing leaves on the mountain with an intensity that Vale read as curiosity. One day soon, he’d try to write a poem about his son. For now, he was living the poem, minute by minute, day by day.
“No nap for us,” Jason said with a sweet, satisfied smile. “He’s going to be up for hours now.”
“Yes. We should take him on a walk. Show him the view.”
Jason nodded but then hesitated. “What if we see a bear?”
Vale smiled. “You’ll protect us.”
“From a bear?”
