[ ah, mafuyu's noises are the sweetest music. knowing that he's the only person who gets to hear them turns yuki on even more, impossibly so, his alpha nature rearing its head as he growls yet again in response to the needy sounds streaming from his omega's throat. the way mafuyu's body automatically knows what to do is both arousing and endearing in equal measure and, for the millionth time, yuki's heart throbs with the overwhelming force of his love for this beautiful, beautiful boy.
watching mafuyu try to quiet himself is hot too, even though yuki always wants to hear him loud and unashamed. it's a sweet thing, innocent, something mafuyu never seems to be able to shed no matter how many times they do this sort of thing. even now, with a baby in his belly... fuck. the scent of his slick is powerful now, too, freed as mafuyu is from the confines of his clothing, and yuki stares with a glittering smirk as more of it surges out. there's so much... his fingers reach for it instinctively, collecting some of it in order to bring it up to his lips, tongue darting out to taste it as his eyes flick up to meet mafuyu's.
he looks impossibly enticing like this, half-naked and flushed, his loose shirt rumpled and hanging off of him from all the rubbing. yuki kind of wants to take him like this but another idea pushes its way to the forefront of his mind: he takes his free hand and pushes at the hem of mafuyu's (his) shirt, up, up, past beautiful pale skin, exposing his tummy and chest. it's only when mafuyu's nipples come into view that yuki's hand shifts, fingertips gliding over the smooth skin of mafuyu's pecs, pressing gently into the swollen flesh there. a heated sigh heaves from him as his hand keeps going, thumb brushing over a nipple gently before down, down, retracing its earlier path, until --
oh.
oh, mafuyu's stomach is... ]
Fuck, [ he breathes, and the way his voice cracks halfway through is more than enough to give away the depth of emotion he's experiencing in this moment.
mafuyu's belly is already slightly swollen. barely noticeable, impossible through his clothing, but here, like this? laid out before yuki the way he's done so many times before? there's no possible way yuki's eyes would miss it.
the sound that rises in his throat now is a new one: love and possession and pride and hunger. mine, that noise says; you're mine. forever and ever and ever. this is the proof.
mafuyu's body is begging and yuki can never say no, not even when he's in his right mind and not entirely taken over by hormones. he doesn't utter a single coherent word as he positions himself, shoving his own pants down just enough so he can pull himself out, dick achingly hard and dripping precum. he leans down over mafuyu, caging him between his elbows, and catches soft lips in a kiss so deep and needy you'd think they hadn't seen each other for years.
then, easier than anything, he lines himself up and slides in. mafuyu is wet, impossibly hot and wet and ready, and yet somehow he feels just as tight as the first time they did this years and years ago. it's enough to draw a shuddering gasp out of yuki that's muffled by mafuyu's hair as he presses deep, deeper, all the way, until he's buried completely inside his omega. ]
THEY REALLY WOULD POOR HIIRAGI T_T but his & shizu's baby would be a literal angel i bet lmao
watching mafuyu try to quiet himself is hot too, even though yuki always wants to hear him loud and unashamed. it's a sweet thing, innocent, something mafuyu never seems to be able to shed no matter how many times they do this sort of thing. even now, with a baby in his belly... fuck. the scent of his slick is powerful now, too, freed as mafuyu is from the confines of his clothing, and yuki stares with a glittering smirk as more of it surges out. there's so much... his fingers reach for it instinctively, collecting some of it in order to bring it up to his lips, tongue darting out to taste it as his eyes flick up to meet mafuyu's.
he looks impossibly enticing like this, half-naked and flushed, his loose shirt rumpled and hanging off of him from all the rubbing. yuki kind of wants to take him like this but another idea pushes its way to the forefront of his mind: he takes his free hand and pushes at the hem of mafuyu's (his) shirt, up, up, past beautiful pale skin, exposing his tummy and chest. it's only when mafuyu's nipples come into view that yuki's hand shifts, fingertips gliding over the smooth skin of mafuyu's pecs, pressing gently into the swollen flesh there. a heated sigh heaves from him as his hand keeps going, thumb brushing over a nipple gently before down, down, retracing its earlier path, until --
oh.
oh, mafuyu's stomach is... ]
Fuck, [ he breathes, and the way his voice cracks halfway through is more than enough to give away the depth of emotion he's experiencing in this moment.
mafuyu's belly is already slightly swollen. barely noticeable, impossible through his clothing, but here, like this? laid out before yuki the way he's done so many times before? there's no possible way yuki's eyes would miss it.
the sound that rises in his throat now is a new one: love and possession and pride and hunger. mine, that noise says; you're mine. forever and ever and ever. this is the proof.
mafuyu's body is begging and yuki can never say no, not even when he's in his right mind and not entirely taken over by hormones. he doesn't utter a single coherent word as he positions himself, shoving his own pants down just enough so he can pull himself out, dick achingly hard and dripping precum. he leans down over mafuyu, caging him between his elbows, and catches soft lips in a kiss so deep and needy you'd think they hadn't seen each other for years.
then, easier than anything, he lines himself up and slides in. mafuyu is wet, impossibly hot and wet and ready, and yet somehow he feels just as tight as the first time they did this years and years ago. it's enough to draw a shuddering gasp out of yuki that's muffled by mafuyu's hair as he presses deep, deeper, all the way, until he's buried completely inside his omega. ]