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The thing about this pregnancy was that Jeremy could never get comfortable. Sitting, standing, laying down, moving, being still, it didn't matter. After about halfway through the second trimester, something was always hurting on him. Jean did his best to help — foot rubs, back and shoulder massages, cooking his favorite meals — but there was only so much his alpha could do. Besides, Jeremy loved being pregnant. The back pain, the nausea at the beginning, the aching tits, the swollen ankles, they were worth it a million times over if it meant he got to carry his mate's pups. He'd never dreamed that his fantasies of parenthood via "traditional methods" would ever be a reality but here he was, in the third trimester of a pregnancy his body would've been incapable of just a couple of years ago, mated to the man of his dreams and heavy with their pups. So yes, the discomfort was well worth it.
None of that stopped Jeremy's face from scrunching slightly in barely concealed pain as they stood in line at the grocery store, and Jean noticed. He always noticed. The customer at the front of the line was arguing with the poor teenager — who definitely didn't get paid enough for this — at the cash register over a coupon and Jeremy's back was really starting to bother him. He was just about to brace his hands on his lower back to try and massage some relief into the region when Jean, previously a respectable distance away, stepped up behind him and slipped his arms around Jeremy's waist. He didn't have time for so much as a surprised squeak before Jean linked his fingers together under Jeremy's belly and lifted. It took most of his concentration to only sigh and not outright groan in relief as some of the pressure was taken off of his back.
"God thank you," Jeremy breathed, leaning his head back against his husband's shoulder and closing his eyes. "Instant relief."
Jean turned his head to place a barely there kiss against Jeremy's temple.
"Anytime, mon soleil." Jean murmured. "You did not have to come here. I am perfectly capable of getting groceries on my own."
Jeremy opened his eyes enough to send Jean a sideways glance.
"And I am perfectly capable of coming with you. I'm not on bed rest yet, mister, not for a while."
Jean chuckled lowly and conceded.
"I know I know."
They'd gone over this several times already and Jean new better than to push it by now. He'd come to terms with the fact that Jeremy didn't want him to do every single thing for him, or at least he acted like he'd come to terms with it.
Jeremy hummed, placated, and let his eyes fall closed again as the Coupon Cunt continued their tirade. It seemed they'd be standing here for a while if the store didn't call another cashier to the front. The prospect wasn't so bad now that Jean was helping bear the weight of their pups, so Jeremy tried to relax as much as he could.
Before long, he felt more than heard the deep vibration in Jean's chest where it was pressed against Jeremy's back. It quickly became a quiet but unmistakable growl and Jean's arms tightened around him. Not enough to hurt, never enough to hurt, but enough to make Jeremy open his eyes to see who Jean could possibly be growling at.
The unfortunate victim of Jean's growling and death glare was a young man, probably no older than 22, who was standing on the other side of the candy and magazine display that separated the check out lanes. Evidently they'd opened another register and a line was quickly forming. Jean's usually pleasant blackberry and sandalwood scent soured with his mood, something burnt and angry. It probably wasn't strong enough for anyone else to smell, not yet at least, but Jeremy was close enough and attuned enough to take notice.
Jeremy watched in real time as the young man adjacent to them picked up on Jean's growl as the volume increased. His eyes, previously fixated on where Jean's arms were framing Jeremy's round belly, snapped up to meet Jean's, widening instantly as he took in his undoubtedly stormy expression. Jeremy felt bad for the kid, really, but just as Jean had learned not to dote too much on Jeremy, Jeremy had learned not to try and quell Jean's protective anger at this point in his pregnancy. He knew Jean would listen to him if he really pushed. He also knew that it was extremely unlikely that Jean would murder a college student in the middle of the grocery store, so he settled on giving the kid a sympathetic look and waiting for the tension to break.
"If you do not remove your eyes from him in the next 3 seconds I will remove them for you," Jean's voice was only loud enough to be heard by those in their immediate vicinity but the warning was clear. "And I guarantee you will not like my methods."
"I'm sorry!" The terrified younger man responded. "I didn't mean to, he's just-"
"You will not finish that sentence if you value your miserable life." Jean's growl did not subside as he spoke and it gave his voice a gravelly quality that had Jeremy wanting to lay down and present right there on the conveyor belt. Clearly it did not have the same affect on poor mister got-caught-staring, because he blanched and bared his neck in a show of submission.
Jeremy brought his hands up to rest against Jean's own where they still cradled his belly, rubbing soothing circles into the backs of them. This action, combined with more emphatic apologies from the owner of the offending eyeballs, seemed to cool some of Jean's anger. He finally made a noise that was somehow disgusted and dismissive before returning his attention to Jeremy. Only then did Jeremy notice the silence around them. The people directly in front of and behind them had put as much distance as they could — without actually running away — between themselves and Jean, and the coupon conundrum at the register seemed to have miraculously abated. At least everyone had the good sense to keep their eyes to themselves now and before long the beeps of scanners and shuffling of groceries returned.
The rest of the grocery trip was uneventful and they were back home in no time, Jeremy immediately dressing down to his underwear and favorite fluffy robe as Jean unloaded their bags. By the time Jean was finished putting things away, he returned to their living room to find Jeremy sitting cross legged on the couch, pillow under his tummy for support, running his hands over the stretched skin there and talking softly to their pups. He looked up to see Jean grinning, small but so full of fondness Jeremy thought his heart might burst, watching him as he cooed to their pups.
"Bonjour, mes amours." Jean greeted the three of them, sliding a gentle hand over the top of Jeremy's stomach as he leaned down for a kiss. Jeremy smiled into it and Jean knelt on the floor in front of him before continuing. "Avez-vous apprécié votre visite au supermarché ?"
Immediately, Jeremy felt the movement he'd come to expect when the girls heard their father's voice, and Jean beamed. Just a gentle flutter against his palm, but unmistakably there and in response to his voice, his touch. He'd expressed worry in the beginning that their children wouldn't like him or worse, they'd be afraid of him. He thought he was too rough around the edges, his past too violent, to allow the gentleness required to handle infants. Jeremy had assured him time and again that it was impossible, that Jean could not possibly hurt their pups even if he wanted to, and Jeremy was more sure of that than almost anything else in his life. Only when the babies were big enough to move did Jean start to believe him. Because they weren't just moving, they were responding. Responding to him. Of course Jeremy's voice elicited a response too, but that was to be expected seeing as they were growing inside of him.
Ever since Jean felt that first movement his confidence had skyrocketed. Now he was constantly speaking to their pups, usually in French, singing to them, cradling Jeremy's belly in his large hands as if it held the world. And for them, Jeremy supposed, it did.
"I think that means yes." Jeremy laughed after a particularly hard kick. Jean hummed in what Jeremy took to be agreement and rested his cheek lightly against Jeremy's belly, hands circling around to rub circles into his exposed lower back.
They rested their easily for a few minutes, Jean rubbing against Jeremy's belly to scent him, getting in some time close to their pups with Jeremy's hands in his hair. Eventually, Jean sighed and sat up to look Jeremy in the eye.
"I am sorry about earlier, I should not have let my anger get away from me like that." Jean's voice was soft, sincere. "I hope I did not…embarrass you too much." He dropped his eyes to Jeremy's shoulder at the word embarrass and his brow scrunched in consternation. Jeremy made a sympathetic sound and cradled Jean's face, dipping his head slightly to re-establish eye contact.
"Hey," he began, "you didn't embarrass me and you have nothing to apologize for. You taught that kid a lesson. Besides, who knows how another alpha might've reacted in that situation. At least this way he'll live to not make the same mistake again, yeah?"
Jean's clouded expression cleared slightly, but he clearly still harbored some guilt over the ordeal.
"And," Jeremy drew out the single syllable, dropping his hands to Jean's broad shoulders. "That voice you used was a huge turn on. Made me want to fall to my knees right there in the check out line."
Pink immediately dusted Jean's cheeks and his eyes widened.
"Jeremy, I would never - I could never talk to you like that." He sounded a little flustered.
Jeremy only laughed and shook his head.
"Good because I think I would cry. I don't want you to talk to me that way! But around me? Because of me? I don't know, I guess I just liked seeing how quick you were to defend me - us." Jeremy corrected, reaching back with one hand to lace their fingers together and bring their joined hands to rest on his belly. "It was…sexy." Jeremy dropped his voice shyly at the end and looked up through his lashes. Now it was his turn to blush and he was sure his scent was giving away just how much he appreciated his mate's defense.
Jean's expression shifted from wide eyed concern to something more predatory in an instant. His lips formed a smirk and his gray eyes, now hooded, were hungry.
"Oh?" One eyebrow raised as Jean lowered his hands to Jeremy's hips to squeeze, now soft and even more grabbable. He dropped his voice to say, "Is that so?"
Jeremy's breath hitched as he felt Jean's warm hands begin to massage from his hips to the insides of his thighs under the pillow and back up again. He was so easily aroused these days and already he could feel his black underwear begin to tent and soak through.
"Uh huh," he nodded. Jean was using his thumbs to massage the area just shy of Jeremy's femoral scent glands, maddeningly slow and gentle. "Very sexy."
Jean hummed and used Jeremy's thighs for leverage to rise onto his knees. He stopped short, their noses nearly touching, and looked pointedly down. The small bulge between Jeremy's legs was obstructed by the pillow, not that it would've been visible past his stomach anyway, but Jean could no doubt smell the slick that was beginning to pool just below it.
"Would you like some help with that, captain?" Jean's voice was gravelly, though not in the same way it had been when he was growling earlier. Jeremy still found it hot as all hell, nevermind the fact that he hadn't been Jean's captain for several years.
He laughed, a little breathlessly, before responding.
"Well seeing as it was your fault in the first place I think it's only fair. Finish what you started and all that."
Jean let a sly grin grace his lips before leaning in to press them to Jeremy's. It wasn't slow and sweet, it started with heat and only got hotter. Jeremy wrapped his arms around Jean's neck to bring him as close as his belly would allow and Jean tragically removed his hands from Jeremy's hips to brace them on the couch behind him. No matter how hot and bothered they got, Jean never put pressure on his stomach, and Jeremy loved him all the more for it. He let his hands play in Jean's hair while they kissed feverishly, licking into each other's mouths, alternating biting lips and sucking on each other's tongues. It didn't take long for Jeremy to start whining and trying uselessly to thrust into the pillow in his lap.
Jean pulled back to trail wet kisses down Jeremy's neck and a path of fire followed his lips. The gentleness with which he removed the pillow did not match what his mouth was doing at all as he set it to the side.
"Shall I take care of you here? Or would you like to go to the bedroom?" Jean asked as his kisses continued their journey down, down, down, pausing just over Jeremy's nipple to look up at him. His hot breath ghosting over the thin cotton of Jeremy's bra made it incredibly hard to decide. All he could think about was Jean tearing his bra off and latching on, drinking from Jeremy's swollen breast. Jean seemed to read his thoughts because before Jeremy could answer Jean opened his mouth and traced his tongue around his quickly hardening nipple through his bra. Jeremy's eyes rolled back and he dropped his head against the back of the couch. Before his brain caught up with is body, he was using the hand still in Jean's hair to press him closer, mouth flush against his breast. He only held pressure for a moment before realization set in and he loosened his grip.
"'m sorry, baby," Jeremy panted. "Sorry. I didn't mean to-" he was cut off by Jean chuckling at him.
"It's okay, mon cœur," Jean soothed him. "Trust me, this is one of my favorite places to be and I will gladly keep my mouth on you, but I need you to make a decision."
Jeremy made a questioning noise. A decision? What decision? What was there to decide? Jean waited patiently but had mercy on him when it became clear that Jeremy had no idea what he was talking about.
"The couch or the bed, chéri." He prompted gently.
Oh yes, that question. He was hopeless to decide with Jean's mouth still fanning his now damp bra with the heat of his breath, so Jeremy pushed him back with a hand on his chest. Jean laughed through his nose and lowered his cheek to rest once more atop Jeremy's belly, gazing up to watch as he forcibly got his brain back online.
"Okay," Jeremy nodded once after a moment of contemplation, "bed."
Jean placed a kiss on Jeremy's belly where his cheek had just been and hauled himself off the floor. Jeremy winced slightly as he uncrossed his legs. There were pins and needles in his feet from sitting cross legged too long and as soon as his feet were on the floor he held his hands out expectantly. Jean's eyes said he wanted to be snarky about Jeremy requesting help when he'd just been so adamant about not needing it less than an hour ago, but all he did was take Jeremy's hands and help him up. Jean always had a sharp tongue but he would never pass up an opportunity to do something for his mate, especially pregnant as he was.
Jeremy dropped his robe to the couch as soon as he was upright and Jean ducked down to scoop him into a bridal carry without so much as a how do you do. Jeremy squawked as the ground left him and wrapped his arms around Jean's neck.
"Babe, I'm way too heavy for this, I can walk."
"I'm sure you can walk but there is no need. You will never be too heavy for me to carry, mon soleil."
He placed a gentle kiss on Jeremy's cheek before setting off toward the bedroom. Jeremy was sure he was far too heavy at this point to be carried, even by Jean, but the man hadn't even broken a sweat by the time he was lowering Jeremy onto the bed.
"You're a dream, you know that?" Jeremy asked, scooting back against the headboard as Jean began undressing.
"You're one to talk," Jean scoffed and pulled his shirt off over his head. "Look at you, so beautiful, radiant, growing so well to make room for our pups." He crawled over Jeremy, now in only his boxers, and Jeremy couldn't keep his eyes away from where Jean was clearly taking interest. He could feel his cheeks heating with blush, both at Jean's words and at the view Jeremy was getting of his body. It was mouthwatering.
Jeremy forced his eyes back up to meet Jean's and he looked amused, undoubtedly noticing Jeremy's distraction. He braced one hand next to Jeremy's shoulder and took one of his hands with the other, bringing it up to place a kiss on his knuckles like some regency era suitor.
"Je t'aime." Jean whispered, his lips moving softly against Jeremy's fingers. It was far from the first time he'd said it, but Jeremy's heart still soared.
"Je t'aime aussi." Jeremy replied. He hoped his voice contained as much love and adoration as he felt, and something in Jean's eyes said that his hope was not in vain. It was such a tender moment compared to the fire burning between them just a few minutes ago, but Jeremy couldn't find it in himself to care. They had all the time in the world to fan that flame back to life, for now he was content to share this with his husband.
He moved his hands to cradle Jean's face and pull him in for a kiss and Jean held his weight off of Jeremy's belly with a forearm on either side of his head. It was tender, slow, saccharine, until Jeremy swiped his tongue along the seam of Jean's lips. He was granted access immediately as Jean parted his lips. Their tongues met in the middle, only for Jean to draw Jeremy's tongue into his mouth and suck. Jeremy groaned into it and wrapped one arm around Jean's shoulders. The other snaked down to slide his hand over Jean's hip and around to squeeze his ass. Jean's breath caught and he just barely managed to avoid thrusting forward, hips stuttering beneath Jeremy's hand.
They were both flushed and breathless by the time Jean pulled back, the gray of his irises nearly taken over by black. His scent hung heavy in the air, the blackberry sweetened by arousal. Jeremy could taste it. It made him want to devour Jean whole. Judging by the look in his eyes, Jean felt much the same. Jeremy couldn't smell himself but he knew his bright citrus was probably equally as sweet as Jean's blackberry sandalwood. Their bedroom must've smelled like a veritable fruit salad with their scents blending in the air, on the bed sheets, on each other.
"How do you want me?" Jean's voice was rough. Jeremy couldn't see over his belly from this angle but he knew Jean was likely as hard as he was, albeit much bigger.
This decision was much easier than the previous couch vs bed question.
"Your mouth first…and then your knot, s'il te plaît?"
Jean groaned and buried his face in Jeremy's neck, adjusting his hips to press his erection into Jeremy's thigh.
"Ouai, yes, I can do that." Jean was nodding as he sat back on his haunches. He ran a hand through his hair and rakes his eyes hungrily over Jeremy's prone form. Jeremy just folded his hands over his belly, letting Jean look his fill until their eyes met again. "I need to taste you, Jeremy, you smell so good."
Jeremy bit his lip to hide a grin and spread his legs in silent invitation. The action was like a starting pistol and Jean made quick work of dragging Jeremy's underwear down his mile long legs, tossing them onto the floor to deal with later. Jean landed on his stomach as the scrap of fabric separating him from his favorite meal hit the floor and he immediately nuzzled his face into the scent gland at the top of Jeremy's thigh. Much to Jeremy's chagrin, Jean took his time, heavily inhaling his scent just inches from where Jeremy really wanted him.
Finally, when Jeremy started to involuntarily wiggle his hips, Jean pressed his tongue firmly to Jeremy's femoral gland. It was like a lightning strike to his nervous system and Jeremy gasped and groaned in quick succession as Jean lapped at one of his most sensitive areas. He gave the other side the same treatment, but Jean must've been as desperate to get his mouth on Jeremy as Jeremy was to have Jean's mouth on him. After just a few licks to each gland — each of which made Jeremy's cock twitch against his belly and brought forth a fresh wave of slick — Jean finally finally migrated to center himself squarely between Jeremy's legs.
He wrapped a strong arm around each thigh before licking a long stripe up Jeremy's center. From his perineum up over his hole, pausing just long enough to dip his tongue inside for a maddeningly short second, collecting slick on his tongue, then up further along the underside of his cock, stopping at the head. Jeremy's chest heaved, breasts full and straining against his bra, as Jean took Jeremy's cock into his mouth. It was small enough now, even fully hard, that Jean engulfed the whole thing easily. He had to angle his head slightly to the side to keep from head butting the underside of Jeremy's belly as he got to work, bobbing up and down. The movement was more for show than anything else. Jean only needed to pull back an inch or two to swirl his tongue around Jeremy's entire cock, which he did, quickly and repeatedly in a way that had Jeremy back trying to arch off the bed.
At first Jeremy had been insecure about his cock shrinking, but now he loved it. He loved how easy it was for Jean to take his entire length into his mouth, he loved seeing his cock next to Jean's and marveling at how much bigger Jean was, he loved that Jean's hand covered his entire cock and then some. And as soon as Jeremy had admitted as much, Jean had confessed that he liked it too.
Jeremy wove his fingers into Jean's hair, only able to reach around his belly with one hand at a time, and brought his free hand up to hike his bra up. Breasts now free, Jeremy played with one of his nipples while Jean brought him barreling toward and orgasm with his mouth. He was alternating between sucking Jeremy's cock, and dipping his tongue into the hot wetness of his cunt. Jean was moaning breathily against him and rutting his hips into the bed. Jeremy was sure he was making noise too, but he couldn't hear himself over Jean's sweet sounds and the wet noises emanating from his ministrations.
Jeremy happened to pinch one of his nipples at the same time Jean thrust his tongue into him and, without warning to himself or Jean, he came hotly against his stomach. They groaned in tandem as Jeremy spasmed around Jean's tongue where it was thrusting into him and Jean brought a hand around to stroke Jeremy's cock to wring out every last drop. Far too soon the oversensitivity started to kick in and Jean pulled back at Jeremy's request. He repositioned enough to lick the cum from the underside of Jeremy's belly where it was starting to drip down to his pubic hair, cleaning him thoroughly with his mouth. Jeremy usually kept his groin trimmed, not bald but tidy. He was, however, currently unkempt as a result of not being able to see or reach effectively around the roundness of his belly, and he got the distinct impression that Jean loved it.
Jeremy tasted himself on Jean's tongue when he rose up to delve once more into Jeremy's mouth.
"Alpha," Jeremy breathed against Jean's lips. It started a rumble deep in Jean's chest. Not quite a growl, but something primal and possessive. "Fuck me? I need your cock in me or I think I might cry."
"Of course, mon cœur , of course you can have my cock. It is yours already, non? How do you want it?"
"I want to present to you so bad — have been since before we left the store — but I think it would break my back right now."
Jean chuckled at that.
"I would prefer it if your back stayed intact."
"Me too," Jeremy agreed. "Can I get on top? Just to start."
Jean looked a little dubious at that.
"Are you sure?"
Jeremy nodded emphatically.
"I'll hold myself up, I won't crush you. Or at least I'll try not to."
"I am not worried about you crushing me, chéri," Jean shook his head, exasperated, "I am worried about your comfort and your pleasure."
"Oh well in that case," Jeremy began to sit up, Jean moving with him, and tried to make his voice sultry. "It would bring me great pleasure to sit in your lap and warm your cock."
"Mon dieu, you will be the death of me, I swear " Jean groaned even as he shucked off his boxers and switched places with Jeremy.
Once Jean was sitting against the headboard, Jeremy straddled his hips and held his belly up as much as he could with both hands. Hovering there, he gave Jean a look that said "a little help please?" Jean caught on quickly and took his own cock in hand, holding the base to line up as Jeremy sank slowly down. It spoke volumes to how much Jeremy had maintained his athleticism through this pregnancy that he was able to skewer himself on Jean's cock with both hands occupied and minimal assistance needed from his mate.
The stretch was delicious and it wasn't long before Jeremy had the entirety of Jean's considerable length filling him up. It always felt like a puzzle piece clicking into place or the right key turning a lock when Jeremy had Jean inside of him. Jean looked at him in awe, eyes sweeping from where his round belly was pressed against him, to his tits poking out the underside of his bra, up to his flushed face, and back down again. His hands followed the path of his eyes and he ran them over Jeremy's belly then up to cup his breasts. They were swollen with milk but still fit nicely into Jean's large hands. Jeremy started riding him slowly, only able to manage shallow movements, and Jean massages his tits as he did. Jeremy groaned and let his head loll back.
"Jeremy," Jean drew his attention but Jean wasn't looking at his face. He was watching intently where his fingers were dipping under the band of his bra. "Are you terribly attached to this?"
"No? I think it came in a pack so I have 5 more in different colors."
"Good."
And with that, Jean leaned forward. He took the top of the fabric between his slightly sharper than usual teeth, grasped an adjacent portion with his fingers, and pulled until the bra quite literally ripped in half.
"God you're hot." Jeremy said breathlessly as Jean pushed what was left of the bra off his shoulders. His scent flared in what Jeremy had learned was pride and satisfaction.
Jean's responding laugh was muffled from where he'd buried his face between Jeremy's breasts, hands coming to either side to press them together. It was like he was trying to suffocate himself but Jeremy knew he was in heaven. He brought one hand away from where it was supporting his belly to hold the back of Jean's head. Not to trap him there, but to encourage him to stay as long as he pleased. Jeremy was unsurprised to feel Jean's tongue against his sternum, licking his was outward and over Jeremy's left breast first, then trailing back over to the right.
Jeremy felt his cock hardening again where it was trapped under his belly against Jean's abdomen and Jeremy's already shallow thrusts quickly devolved into a slow grind.
"Are you ready for me to take over, mon cœur?"
"Uh huh." Jeremy said into Jean's shoulder where he'd laid his head.
"Okay, my darling, hold on."
Jeremy wrapped his right arm around Jean's neck and the left continued to cradle his belly. Jean in turn wrapped both arms gently but firmly around Jeremy's back, lifted his hips to scoot them down the bed, and turned so they landed with Jeremy laying on his right side, nose to nose, Jean's cock never leaving it's place inside him. Now that the were on their sides, Jeremy freed his left hand to hold Jean's bicep as he reached down to hook Jeremy's leg over his forearm, hiking it up and out of the way. Jeremy didn't have to do any work in this position, not even to hold his own leg up, and Jean rumbled in satisfaction again as he began to move.
He was careful not to squish Jeremy's belly too much between them but that didn't mean he was gentle. Every stroke of his cock into Jeremy punched the air out of his lungs and made his eyes roll back, head lolling to the side to bare his throat. Jeremy whimpered as Jean leaned in to lick hot, wet, open mouthed kisses onto Jeremy's exposed neck, hips never pausing in their pursuit of pleasure.
"Fuck, Jeremy, you feel incredible." Jean said roughly, dropping his head to Jeremy's shoulder. Jeremy couldn't see his face from this angle but he was sure Jean was watching the way his tits pressed together and bounced as Jean fucked into him.
"Yeah?" Jeremy asked breathing.
"Ouai. I would pup you again if you weren't already so full."
"God yes," Jeremy moaned into Jean's hair. "Feels so good, alpha. Wish you could pup me again."
"I can in a few months. Would you like that? I could pup you as soon as your body is ready again. Keep you like this, round with our pups, full of milk, how does that sound?"
"God yes," Jeremy was repeating himself but he couldn't care less while he had Jean drilling into him like this. "Please, alpha, pup me again. I want your knot, I need it, please." He also couldn't bring himself to care that he was begging, babbling, not when it made Jean groan into his skin, made his hips stutter as his orgasm drew nearer.
"I'll give it to you, chéri. I'll give you the world, whatever you want, name it and it is yours."
"Your knot, Jean, please I'm so close. Let me cum on your knot."
Jean was helpless to deny that request and Jeremy knew it. A few more thrusts and Jean buried himself as deep as he could. His knot popped inside of Jeremy with the most mind numbingly orgasmic stretch. The sensation of Jean's cum spilling deep inside him, filling him beyond full, pushed Jeremy over the edge and he squeezed impossibly tighter around Jean's knot as he came. They gasped and groaned against each other as the tight, wet heat of Jeremy's cunt squeezed every last drop of cum from his alpha's cock.
"That one would definitely take if it could," Jeremy gasped. "I'm so full I can feel it."
Jeremy nuzzled sweetly into Jean's hair as they caught their breath. Eventually, though, he was shifting in discomfort, and Jean let his leg go to drape over his hips.
"Better?" Jean asked as he messaged Jeremy's hip. It was a little sore from being bent for so long, but that wasn't the main source of discomfort at the moment.
"A little."
Jeremy's tone must've given him away because Jean looked up to take in his omega's expression.
"What is it, amour?"
"It's just…I'm - so full." Jeremy brought a hand up to gingerly hold his breast. He'd started producing milk fairly early in his third trimester. At first he tried pumping but there was nowhere for the milk to go since the babies hadn't been born yet. It felt wrong to just throw it out, and they'd both come to the tentative conclusion that maybe Jean should give it a try. Much to their collective relief, Jean had taken to nursing like a duck to water. He loved the taste, the intimacy, feeling so close to Jeremy and happy to be able to provide him some relief, the warmth of a belly full of milk, there was nothing about it he didn't like.
But Jeremy still had a hard time asking him to do it, even though they both clearly enjoyed it.
"Ah, my poor darling," Jean cooed sympathetically. "Do you need me to relieve the pressure?"
He brought a hand up to cover Jeremy's and squeeze lightly, causing a drop of milk to bead and drip from Jeremy's nipple. He made an embarrassing high pitched noise at the visual of Jean squeezing milk out of his tits and nodded his affirmative.
"Don't worry, chéri, I will take care of you."
Jean ducked his head and used the hand already holding Jeremy's breast to bring the nipple to his lips. Jeremy removed his hand from under Jean's and wove it back into his curls. Jean swirled his tongue, soft and slow, around Jeremy's nipple, lapping at it a few times and making Jeremy jolt before finally taking it into his mouth properly. With the first suck, the dam burst, and Jeremy sighed in relief at the immediate relief. Jean drank deeply, making the sweetest little sounds through his nose, somewhere between a moan and a sigh, as he drained Jeremy's breast.
By the time the first one was finished, Jeremy was somewhat shocked to find himself hard for the third time that afternoon, and he couldn't help but grind against Jean as much as he could. Jean gave the first nipple one last lick before cupping Jeremy's other breast and bringing it to his mouth. He looked up at Jeremy through his lashes, gray eyes hooded and sleepy as he latched on. Jeremy whined and continued trying to grind into Jean, but Jean's knot limited his range of motion. Jean took pity on him and pulled off of Jeremy's breast for a moment, much to Jeremy's dismay. But it was only so he could lick his palm and push it against Jeremy's little erection before latching back onto his nipple. Jeremy moaned outright at the relief of Jean suckling from him and giving him something wet and warm to grind against at the same time. The combination of Jean nursing from him, stretching and filling him with his knot, and pressing his wet palm against Jeremy's cock had him cumming again in almost no time.
Jeremy pressed Jean's face harder into his chest and gasped as the few drops of cum he had left spurted out onto Jean's hand, easing the slide even more. Jean sighed happily into Jeremy's breast and he felt Jean's cock twitching inside him. He couldn't be sure, as Jean's mouth was currently occupied, but Jeremy was fairly certain Jean had just cum again. Jean's loads were never small and Jeremy could feel the cum trying to leak out around his knot.
Soon after, Jean's breathing evened out and the feeling of his tongue moving against Jeremy's nipple slowed. He looked down to see Jean, nipple just barely in his mouth, milk dripping down the corner of his mouth, asleep against Jeremy's breast. Jeremy's heart swelled with affection for this beautiful man that he was so lucky to call his husband, who would do anything for him, who loved him and their pups unconditionally.
Gently, Jeremy pushed his chest forward the tiniest bit, just to get his nipple back into Jean's mouth. The feeling got Jean to latch on again, though Jeremy was fairly certain he was still mostly asleep. Nonetheless Jean happily began nursing again, sighing through his nose as he suckled away, dozing. Jeremy smiled fondly down at him and left the sleepiness take over. He was perfectly content to nap with Jean while he nursed and they waited for his knot to go down.
They would definitely need a towel when Jean could safely pull out and Jeremy was starting to get hungry, but for now they could have this. Jeremy knew he'd have to deal with his back pain and swollen ankles later, but that was a problem for future Jeremy. For now, this soft, sweet, intimate moment, just the four of them, warm and sated and impossibly close, was all Jeremy needed.