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Chapter 1: Caulin Goes Into Heat Again

Maybe Caulin should’ve listened to Otto, and stayed home today. A low ache throbbed through his body, humming through his veins. He knew this feeling. At thirty-four, he’d been through enough heats to know the first telltale signs.

And yet he’d insisted on going to the college. He wanted to prove that he was a teaching assistant Otto could rely on—this was his first real job in a long time. Hans and Kate were old enough to go to school now, along with the twins, Betty and Sue. And Henry was in preschool, having the time of his life chasing squirrels at playtime.

He pushed open the door to the classroom, blinking in surprise when he found his alpha in the back row, amongst the other students.

“This is a performance review,” Otto said mildly, waving. “Carry on.”

That was new. Caulin knew he hadn’t been on the job long, but Otto hadn’t mentioned any evaluations.

Then he looked more closely at his alpha, and saw Otto’s twitching lips, the way his tongue flicked over his lower lip.

This was no review.

Caulin grinned and set down his teaching materials. “For class today, we’re going to be discussing the theories of general relativity…”

Otto jotted down something on his clipboard, rubbing his chin. He added more comments.

The alpha student beside him glanced over, and his eyes bugged out. “Sir—”

“You should be focusing on the class,” Otto answered.

“But—But you can’t write shit like that about him,” the student spluttered.

What had Otto written?

Otto ignored him and wrote more, at which point other students were turning to look. The alpha beside him seemed like he might burst a vein.

Otto sighed and cleared his throat loudly. “Mr. Stewart is my husband. We’ve been married ten years. Now, your attention should be on him and not me.”

The alpha student turned red in the face. He stared at his own assignment so hard that his eyeballs looked like they’d pop.

Otto kept on writing. The student scrunched his face up, but he peeked again. And turned even redder.

Caulin had an inkling where this was going, and it amused him to no end.

“Dr. Jones,” he said. “Would you mind answering my question?”

Otto froze, glancing up. He had not realized that Caulin had asked a question. Caulin bit down his smile—he’d never thought the tables would’ve been turned this way.

What question? Otto mouthed.

Caulin burst into a grin. “Have I stumped the great Dr. Jones?”

Otto narrowed his eyes. His expression—it was one that said Caulin would get a punishment from him, sooner than later. Caulin’s bottom tingled.

He may as well be hanged for a sheep.

Caulin made his way over to Otto’s desk, sliding out the topmost sheet from his clipboard. “I guess I’m confiscating this.”

Otto’s eyes darkened. “Caulin.”

That growl. That growl slid all the way down Caulin’s spine, and made his hole wet. “Yes, Professor?” he asked sweetly.

Bad boy, Otto mouthed, with none of the students any the wiser.

Oh. Caulin’s entire body hummed. Over the years, he’d acquired a taste for being bad. Being bad with Otto wasn’t actually a bad thing—in fact, it was a very good thing, because it locked every single ounce of Otto’s attention onto him, and told him just how much his alpha would make his ass sing.

His heat throbbed hotter through his veins, a heavy warmth that whispered for his alpha to hold him down, and open him up with his cock.

Unable to help himself, Caulin glanced at Otto’s sheet of writing.

Nice ass, said the first line.

I would like to bury my cock inside, said the second.

You smell like you’re ready for me to ruin your hole, said the third. I’ll fill you up with come.

Caulin yanked his eyes back up, his ass flooding with slick.

Otto smiled, all alpha promise, and Caulin wanted to make his professor give him more.

“You’re not setting a very good example,” Caulin chided.

“That’s more like it,” the alpha student muttered.

Otto’s smile dropped, and the look in his eyes said, I’m going to punish you until you beg me to stop.

Which might not have been the best idea, because now Caulin’s panties were completely soaked.

He walked shakily back to the front of the classroom, Otto’s heavy attention intensifying the ache between his legs. Caulin was very glad he’d worn loose clothes today—he was half-hard, and his baggy pants hid it. His bones were starting to ache, though. His teeth, too. In fact, the longer he stood at the front of the classroom, the harder he had to hold himself still, because he wanted to go right back to his alpha, and grind down on his cock.

“The question,” Caulin said unsteadily. “Does the theory of general relativity hold across the universe?”

That alpha next to Otto raised his hand. “It holds, but we don’t know for a fact that it’s true in black holes, because we can’t travel there to test it.”

“That’s right,” Caulin said.

The alpha puffed out his chest, looking askance at Otto as though he thought he… was a better student than Otto?

Caulin set that thought aside, going back to the lesson. He didn’t miss Otto scribbling more lines on a new sheet of paper, and the same alpha student giving him a dubious side-eye.

The lesson took forever to end. When it finally did, Otto packed up his things, leaning back in his seat and raking his gaze all over Caulin.

“Mr. Stewart.”

The alpha from before showed up at Caulin’s desk, surprising him. Caulin blinked; he’d been watching Otto adjust his bulge under the desk.

The alpha held his hand out. “My name is Jensen.”

“Oh. Hello, Jensen. You’ve been doing well in class.” Caulin shook his hand awkwardly.

“Are you free after this? For coffee or something.” Jensen sniffed at him. He could smell Caulin’s heat musk, along with the thorough scent marking Otto had left this morning.

“Sorry, I’m busy.” Caulin withdrew his hand.

Is he really trying to hit on me? In an odd way, it was nice that another alpha was hitting on him. These days, Caulin didn’t feel bad about his appearance anymore—his alpha and their five loving children had proven that he was completely loved.

But.

Caulin really wanted Otto to punish him hard.

“Maybe you can ask me again later?” he said loudly.

The alpha raised his eyebrows. “Sure thing. I will.”

A low growl came from the back of the classroom. Caulin’s hole squeezed; he looked up to find Otto glowering, prowling toward them.

“I’ll see you later.” The alpha gave Otto another dubious side-eye and left.

Otto was upon Caulin in heartbeats, grasping his hips, shoving him up against the whiteboard. He was so tall that he caged Caulin with his body, and narrowed everything down to just the two of them. “Caulin,” Otto growled.

Caulin tried to smile innocently. “I was being good.”

“No, you were not.” Otto leaned in, and bit down hard on Caulin’s scent gland.

Pain and pleasure slid through Caulin’s body; his heat pounded through his veins.

“What was that about?” Otto growled, biting harder into that sensitive spot so Caulin’s cock throbbed and strained against the front of his pants.

“O-Otto!” Caulin groaned, his lungs filling with his alpha’s sycamore scent.

“I will punish you,” Otto growled, turning Caulin around and shoving him chest-first against the whiteboard. Then he pulled down Caulin’s pants and panties, and struck his bare ass.

Pleasure shot straight into Caulin’s balls. At the back of his mind, he knew they shouldn’t be doing this here. Anyone could step into the otherwise-empty classroom, and find him with his pants down. But Otto was touching him, and Caulin could barely think past the sinful impacts on his bottom.

He clutched at the railing of the whiteboard, raising his hips to offer himself. “I’ve been bad.”

Otto spanked him so hard that the sound filled the classroom. “I’m going to punish you until you beg me to stop.”

Slick trickled down Caulin’s thighs. He panted and reached back to present his hole, and Otto swore.

His fingers landed hard on Caulin’s sensitive entrance, sending pleasure and pain through his body. Caulin moaned, throbbing, completely ready to receive his alpha’s cock. “Sh-show me how bad I’ve been.”

Otto snorted. But he kept smacking Caulin’s cheeks, until they both stung and Caulin’s hole felt exceedingly empty. “Apologize.”

“I’m sorry!”

“You’re not sorry.” Otto huffed and slid his fingers down Caulin’s crack, finding his wet hole easily. Then he crammed four fingers in at once, stretching Caulin wide open.

Caulin’s eyes rolled back. “Alpha!”

“That’s it,” Otto growled. He began thrusting hard into Caulin, mashing his fingertips so viciously against Caulin’s prostate that he writhed and clenched, precome shooting out of him.

Caulin shuddered and barely kept himself upright, rocking back against Otto’s thrusts. He was on the brink of release.

Otto pulled away completely.

“No!” Caulin whined.

“That’s what you get for being a bad boy.” Otto smiled, grinding his thick bulge against Caulin’s stinging ass. “If you behave, you may get a reward.”

Gods, Caulin wanted that reward so badly. He pushed back against Otto’s cock, except Otto leaned away. “Now?” He pulled apart his asscheeks again.

“Fuck.” Otto breathed hard. “Not yet.”

“But I need your cock.”

“I’ll give it to you when I’ve decided that you’ve been punished enough.”

Caulin whimpered. “But…”

Otto leaned in, kissing his ear. “You don’t get a say, love. You’ve been bad.”

That nickname always made Caulin’s heart skip.

“Now, stay there.”

“What? Why?”

Mystified, Caulin watched as his alpha strode to the back of the classroom, where he’d left his things.

Otto returned with a bouquet of yellow daffodils. “I was going to give you these, but you’ve been too naughty to receive the whole bunch.”

“What am I getting, then?”

“Just one.” Otto plucked a single stalk of daffodil from the bouquet. “Turn around.”

Caulin turned to face him, his insides squeezing when Otto grasped the front of his pants and yanked it down. His cock sprang free, red and leaking and completely unsuitable for the classroom. “Anyone can walk in!”

Otto smiled. “This is your punishment.”

“Oh, gods.” Caulin squirmed, his cock tingling in the cool air. Never, in all his years of visiting the college, had it occurred to him to do something like this.

Otto trailed the delicate petals of the flower up and down his length, tickling his sac, then his tip, with his sensitive head pushing out past its foreskin. Then he crowded closer, fitting the tunnel-shaped petal over Caulin’s tip, pushing it down so it stretched around him, the stamens nudging against his skin.

Caulin jerked. “That—That feels like I’m being… kissed by a flower.”

Otto smiled and crammed the flower down around his cock, so it stretched the tunnel petal completely, straightening out its crinkles, splitting it down the side. “I think that’s what a flower condom might look like,” Otto growled. “But they are not very effective.”

“Like the first time we used a condom.” Caulin laughed breathlessly, then moaned when Otto pumped his cock. Precome shot out of him and into the flower. Caulin flushed. “That’s—That’s so lewd.”

“Yeah?” Otto smiled. “That’s not all I have in mind.”

He ripped off most of the stem, leaving the flower with just a few short inches of green. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a foil square, ripping it open. Otto unrolled the condom over the stem of the daffodil.

Caulin blinked hard. “What are you going to do with that?”

“Watch.” Otto grasped Caulin’s cock with his other hand, pulling down his foreskin to expose his sensitive tip. Then he squeezed it, opening that tight hole. Caulin jerked with pleasure.

The tip of the stem brushed that opening. And ever so carefully, Otto eased the stem inside.

“It can’t possibly fit,” Caulin moaned.

“It will.” Otto licked his lips, squeezing the end of the daffodil into Caulin’s cock. It was smooth, somewhat stiff, and it stretched him as it went down and down, wrong and forbidden and too intimate.

“Otto!” It’s inside my cock!

“That’s it,” Otto growled, squeezing Caulin’s cock even as he pushed the daffodil further and further, touching him where he’d never been touched before.

Caulin thought he might come right there.

Otto stopped only when there was no more green outside of Caulin—just the circle of the remaining unrolled condom, and the yellow petals. He stroked Caulin’s cock reverently. “That’s a nice vase.”

It jerked; the flower bobbed up and down with it. Embarrassment scorched Caulin’s face. “Oh, gods.”

“You look pretty,” Otto growled.

He grasped Caulin’s cock, and Caulin came hard, come shooting out around the daffodil, his entire body spasming as pleasure flooded him.

“Beautiful,” Otto whispered raggedly.

Then he wheezed and doubled over like he’d been punched, his musk slamming into Caulin like a sledgehammer. His bulge grew even thicker behind his pants, looking like it might rip through the fabric.

He’d gone into a rut. It wouldn’t end until he’d buried his cock inside Caulin, and pumped him full of come. Caulin’s insides turned molten-hot.

“Ah, crap,” Otto panted, his pupils blown wide. “We should get—get to my office.”

But he hauled Caulin to the teacher’s desk and bent him over, spreading his cheeks to expose his hole. “Just—Just a glimpse.” Otto groaned. “You look absolutely gorgeous, love,” he rasped. “So tight and ready for my cock.”

“Get inside,” Caulin whined. “It won’t take long, right?”

Otto rubbed his thumb over Caulin’s hole. “Just—Just a taste.”

His zipper rasped. His thick, slippery tip pushed against Caulin’s entrance. After so many years together, Caulin’s body took his alpha like it was second nature. Otto nudged his tip inside; then he swore and slammed it all the way in, and Caulin had to shove his hands over his mouth to muffle his scream.

“You—You need to keep it down,” Otto groaned, his fingers digging into Caulin’s hips. “Fuck, you’re so tight for me.”

“I’m—trying,” Caulin choked. He couldn’t stop his moans, not when Otto began thrusting hard into him, so his cock crushed the daffodil against the underside of the desk.

“Mine,” Otto growled. “All mine.”

Every claiming thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through Caulin’s body. Otto slipped his arm under Caulin’s shoulders and arched him backward, cramming every last inch into his ass. His cock was even thicker now that he was in a rut, and so very ravenous. It would loosen Caulin up just from how hard it was plowing inside him.

“I’ve been saving up my come,” Otto snarled into his ear. “I’m going to fuck it all into you. Fill you up, Caulin. Mark you inside so you know you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” Caulin cried, jerking when Otto spanked his ass again. His balls squirmed, and he scrabbled helplessly at the desk, trying to hang on. Except he couldn’t, when every inch ground against his prostate, Otto’s palm sending sparks of pain and pleasure between his legs.

“P-please t-touch my c-cock!” Caulin panted, aching between his legs.

Otto growled and reached around, running his knuckles against Caulin’s length so pleasure burned into him. “But you’ve been a bad boy. That’s all you’re getting.”

Then he spanked it and shoved Caulin down against the desk, slamming into him so hard that the sound of their slapping hips filled the room, every inch of his cock burying deep. Opening Caulin up, getting him ready for his alpha’s come.

“Alpha,” Caulin begged.

The classroom door opened, suddenly.

Just as Otto slapped his cheeks and spread them, cramming every last inch into his hole.

At first, Caulin didn’t even register that someone was looking. He raised his hips and spread his legs, trying to just breathe. His precome leaked out around the daffodil, and his balls pulled tight with another oncoming release.

“Mine,” Otto growled, rutting punishingly hard into him.

“Otto,” Caulin wheezed.

“What the hell?” someone said.

Crap! Caulin clenched hard in surprise, jerking his head up. Behind, Otto swore and buried his cock; it mashed against Caulin’s prostate and sent his eyes rolling back.

Jensen stood in the open doorway, his mouth open, his forehead creased in a deep frown.

“You again,” Otto growled.

Except he pulled out halfway, deliberately, and shoved it all back into Caulin’s ass. Pleasure rocked through Caulin; he tried unsuccessfully to swallow his moans.

“I just wanted to ask about getting coffee,” Jensen said through gritted teeth, as though Otto wasn’t sating his rut inside Caulin as he spoke. “D’you think you’ll, uh, be free later?”

Caulin was so, so torn. He wanted to get on Otto’s nerves—so Otto would punish him even harder.

But he really wasn’t keen on having some hopeful alpha dog his footsteps, thinking he stood a chance.

“Will you be free later, Caulin?” Otto growled.

“No,” Caulin panted, trying to keep a straight face.

Otto pulled out almost all the way, and crammed it all back inside, showing Jensen just how much cock Caulin was taking into his body.

Caulin writhed. Oh, gods. He’s still looking. He reached down to hide his cock, except Otto grasped it before he could, squeezing it so hard that he shuddered.

“I’m really not—not looking for another alpha,” Caulin panted, precome squirting out of him.

“That’s right,” Otto growled, and plowed every single inch into Caulin’s hole.

Caulin wheezed, his balls pulling tight.

Before he could think, Otto reached down and plucked the daffodil out of his cock. “Come for me,” Otto growled, grasping Caulin’s sensitive nipple through his shirt. Pleasure twisted down his veins. Caulin writhed. And Otto pinned him down, slamming so hard against his prostate that Caulin’s body understood it as a command.

He came in plain sight, jets and jets of come shooting out of him, his insides clenching tight around his alpha. The whole time, Jensen watched—he saw the way Caulin got so hard for his alpha, the way Otto fucked him into an orgasm.

“Mine,” Otto snarled, his cock swelling as he thrust a final time into Caulin, warmth flooding him inside.

Caulin felt so boneless, sprawled across the desk. Except Otto gathered him into his arms and stood him upright, and he bit hard into the scent gland at the crook of Caulin’s neck—a very public claim.

Caulin jerked, relaxing at the mix of pain and pleasure. It felt so good to belong to his alpha—more so because Jensen knew now that he was claimed in every way.

“We’ll see you again in class,” Otto growled over Caulin’s shoulder. “But Caulin Stewart is off-limits.”

“I should change my name,” Caulin mumbled drowsily. “To Caulin Jones.”

Otto rumbled behind him, pleased. “They might have trouble telling us apart if we share the same last name.”

Jensen narrowed his eyes. “Whatever. I’m leaving.”

He stalked out of the classroom, letting the door slam shut. Just as well—Caulin wanted some peace so he could enjoy his alpha’s knot.

Then he realized that anyone else could still walk in, and catch them like this. He clenched all over. “What if someone sees?”

Otto groaned and straightened Caulin’s clothes as best as he could—not that he could do very much with his knot fully swollen, locking them together. “We could shuffle our way into the next classroom. Then no one will associate this scent with us.”

Caulin laughed. “That’s… That’s diabolical.”

“What can I say? I’ve learned some things over the years. Children do that to you.”

Otto stiffened.

“Caulin.”

“What?” Caulin grew wary at his tone.

“That condom I used for the daffodil…”

“Yeah?”

“I was supposed to be wearing that.” Otto sighed, pressing his forehead against Caulin’s nape. “You’re in heat.”

“Oh.” Caulin looked down at the bump of his belly. His heats with Otto… Whenever they’d forgotten to use protection, his heats had always ended the very next day, because he’d gotten pregnant. “How likely do you think…?”

“Very.” Otto chuckled. “I guess we’re having that sixth child.”

Caulin laughed and snuggled closer to his alpha, his heart missing a beat. “Do you mind?”

“Naw. What’s one more? We already have a house full of terrors.”

“They’re not terrors!”

Otto laughed and hugged him. “They steal you away from me! Not really. But I was really starting to miss having some quiet time with you.”

Caulin’s heart fluttered. “The kids are getting older. Pretty soon, they won’t want anything to do with their uncool parents.”

“That’s where baby number six comes in?” Otto slipped his hand under Caulin’s shirt, running his wrist over it.

Caulin’s heart fluttered harder. Otto really loved their children, every single one of them. And Caulin was immensely glad to have Otto with him, running their full house of kids. “I miss them already.”

“They’re still plenty fond of us right now.” Otto grinned. “C’mon, let’s pack up. It won’t be long until we’re home with the kids.”

They shuffled around awkwardly together, gathering up their things and cleaning up the mess they’d made. Then, when they’d peeked out and the coast was clear, Caulin and Otto shuffled together into the next classroom, snickering when they made it in with no one any the wiser.

“This is the best,” Caulin admitted to his alpha. “You make everything amazing.”

Otto nuzzled him softly. “You make everything amazing.”

Chapter 2: Body Worship

Some days, not too often anymore, Caulin remembered his old insecurities about his weight. His body had fluctuated in appearance over the years—he always put on several pounds during his pregnancies, and then struggled to lose them after.

Not that Otto had asked him to lose the weight; in fact, Otto never once mentioned anything about all those pounds—he was always handsy, touching Caulin everywhere through each pregnancy, and even after that.

It was just that Caulin didn’t want to let his body get the better of him. He wanted some semblance of control over how he looked. He wanted… Well, it was difficult to ignore all the ads everywhere of slim omegas, and the occasional reports of celebrity omegas losing all their pregnancy weight in just a few weeks.

His belly had all kinds of stretch marks now, the wrinkles filling out whenever he got pregnant again. The wrinkles and big nipples, he could live with. But the bloating… not so much.

Caulin sighed as he stepped carefully into the shower, the light illuminating his round-to-bursting belly. These days, he could shower with the light on—Otto had helped immensely with it.

There came a knock on the door. “Is there space?”

“Always.” Caulin’s heart skipped.

When Otto slipped in and shut the door, Caulin pulled back the curtain to peek at him. Otto had more silver in his hair now, but he looked just as good as he always did.

“The kids are good on their own?” Caulin asked.

“Bumby and the Dinos is on. Hans is reading a mermaid book to Henry.” Otto stripped and joined him in the shower, his gaze raking appreciatively over Caulin. “You look incredible.”

Whenever he said it with such warmth, Caulin believed him. “So do you.”

Otto growled and helped Caulin sit on the little stool in the shower. Then he nudged open Caulin’s legs and knelt between them, the shower spray pattering onto Caulin’s chest. “I still can’t believe you agreed to marry me,” Otto murmured, dropping kisses all over Caulin’s chest, his eyes half-shuttered with pleasure. “Some days it still feels like a dream.”

Caulin’s breath hitched. “Do we have time for this?”

“If we don’t, I’ll repeat it again the next time we do.” Otto grinned. “There is always time for me to worship your body. I’ll take any excuse to.”

That put a smile on Caulin’s face. He leaned in, savoring the way Otto dropped slow kisses up his neck, kissing up his jaw, to his lips. They shared a slow, deep kiss, their fingers tangling, Otto stroking up Caulin’s thighs.

Otto broke the kiss and trailed his lips to Caulin’s ear, nibbling on his earlobe, kissing him just under his ear. “Beautiful.”

“I’m so lucky,” Caulin breathed.

“I’m the lucky one.” Otto stole a kiss off his lips. Then he kissed back down to Caulin’s chest, taking each of his nipples into his mouth. They were so sensitive now; Caulin squirmed and moaned; Otto sucked on those nubs, laving them with his tongue one after another, sliding his lips over and around them so Caulin panted, pleasure humming through his veins.

He played with Caulin’s nipples until Caulin grew hard, his stiff cock hidden by his belly. “Otto!”

“We’re getting there.” Otto smiled and kissed Caulin’s shoulders, down his arms and to his fingers, his lips brushing over every knuckle and fingertip. He kissed Caulin’s palms, and then returned to Caulin’s midriff, dropping kisses all over his belly. “I may miss some spots. There’s a lot of area to cover.”

Caulin laughed. “Maybe you need some lipstick to show where you haven’t kissed.”

Otto grinned. “What color?”

“I don’t know. Pink?” Caulin couldn’t stop smiling at the mental image. “I think I’d like to see you with hot pink lipstick.”

“Sure. Get some, and we’ll do this again.”

Caulin did a small wriggle on his stool, scooting around to let Otto kiss his back. His alpha dropped kisses over his shoulder blades, down his spine, and across his back, all the way down to his ass.

“You’ll have to stand so I can kiss your pretty bottom,” Otto rumbled. “But later. Let me kiss your legs first.”

Caulin turned back around, his heart thumping as Otto kissed down his sensitive inner thighs, down his knees and his shins, lifting up his legs one at a time so he could kiss the arch of Caulin’s feet, and his toes.

“Every spot I kissed, I love,” Otto murmured, meeting his gaze.

Caulin’s insides melted into a puddle of goo. “Oh. But you missed a few spots.”

Otto laughed. “I’ll kiss them again.”

He cupped Caulin’s nape and pulled him close, dropping kisses over Caulin’s forehead and eyelids and nose. Then he kissed Caulin’s lips and chin, and down his throat, to the sunset pendant that still rested against Caulin’s sternum.

“Are you ever going to take this off?” Otto asked.

“Nope. You might be stuck with me forever.” Caulin grinned.

“Then I’m stuck with you forever,” Otto growled, kissing over to Caulin’s nipple and taking it into his mouth. This time, he sucked gently on it, playing with his other nipple so Caulin began to writhe and moan, pleasure whispering through his nerves. “I can’t wait until you start lactating again,” Otto murmured, his voice vibrating through that sensitive nub. “I want to taste your milk.”

He’d drunk from Caulin on and off, encouraging Caulin’s body to produce more so he could have a turn between feedings. Otto dragged his tongue over Caulin’s tingling nipple, tweaked the other one, and kept on sucking, until Caulin felt as though his body might start producing milk, just for his alpha.

Then fluid began seeping out of him there in a rush of pleasure, and Otto groaned, sucking harder.

“O-Otto,” Caulin panted, clutching at his shoulders.

“Mine,” Otto growled. He stroked Caulin’s aching cock and squeezed it, and Caulin almost came right there.

He kissed down Caulin’s belly again, dropping more kisses all over where their baby was. Then he kissed down to Caulin’s cock, and finally took it into his mouth.

Caulin came hard with a cry, his come squirting all over Otto’s tongue.

Otto groaned, sucking every drop out of him. “Now, Stand up and let me kiss your pretty hole.”

Caulin flushed all over. With Otto’s help, he got to his feet, turning around. Otto groaned and kissed all over his cheeks, before grasping and spreading them to reveal his hole. He kissed down Caulin’s crack to his hole, flicking his tongue against it. And his kiss there was sinful and toe-curling, slow and deliberate, and all of it said I love you.

With Otto’s help, Caulin felt completely at peace with himself.

“There,” Otto murmured, his breath hot against Caulin’s entrance. “Did I miss a spot?”

“Inside,” Caulin said, squirming.

Otto chuckled. And he stood up, fitting his blunt tip against Caulin’s hole, pushing into him with a slow, hungry thrust.

He rocked in and out of Caulin carefully, over and over until Caulin writhed and came, and came again.

“Beautiful,” Otto panted, his thrusts coming faster now. “You’re so beautiful all over. You feel so good around me, love.”

Caulin groaned and leaned into him; Otto began to chase his release, holding back somewhat because he didn’t want to hurt their baby. His breathing turned ragged and he gripped Caulin tighter, and Caulin felt it when he came with a slow, firm thrust, warmth filling him inside.

“Mine,” Otto growled, dragging his wrists all over Caulin. “All mine.”

“I don’t think the water lets you mark me very well,” Caulin mumbled drowsily.

“I have just the thing.” Otto helped him through the shower. Then he dried Caulin off and brought him to their bed, producing a small purple marker. “This is for writing on skin.”

Otto began writing his name on Caulin’s belly. Otto. On his chest. His nipples. His arms, and his legs. Then he pushed apart Caulin’s knees and wrote on Caulin’s sac. Otto. Otto. Otto.

Caulin stifled a giggle. “Is there anywhere you’re not writing on?”

“Your forehead, probably.” Otto snorted, but he wrote his name on the front side of Caulin’s cock, then flipped it over and wrote the same on its underside. He stretched Caulin’s foreskin taut and wrote on its very edge, and then grasped Caulin’s asscheek, and spread him there.

“Oh, gods,” Caulin said, squirming. “You’re writing there, too?”

“I’m claiming you everywhere,” Otto growled. He wrote his name all over Caulin’s back and down his spine, to his ass. Then he tucked his name into Caulin’s crack, and around his hole, the felt tip tickling Caulin’s skin.

“There,” Otto growled. “Definitely mine.”

Except Caulin’s belly squeezed in a contraction. “Oh, gods!”

“What’s wrong?” Otto asked in alarm.

“I think that was a contraction.” Caulin looked down at Otto’s name carefully written all over him. “Am I really going to go to the hospital like this?!”

“Yes,” Otto growled.

“They’re going to be looking at my hole!”

“And they’ll definitely know it’s mine.” Otto growled and wrote his name on Caulin’s hips and down his outer thighs, and Caulin had to stop him.

“The midwife will hate you.”

Otto shrugged. “I know she doesn’t particularly like me.”

Caulin shook his head and sighed. “We need an overnight bag for the hospital. It might not even take that long this time.”

“That is true.” Otto finally capped the marker. “I suppose you’ll need to clench your buttcheeks, because it might be a very fast birth.”

“Oh, gods. Maybe I need to put a hand between my cheeks the entire way.”

“I’ll volunteer,” Otto growled.

But little Hailey was definitely on her way, though. Caulin felt his body get ready, and knew it wasn’t long before they met the child he’d been carrying for the past nine months. “We’ll need someone to watch the kids.”

“I’m on it,” Otto said, pulling out his phone.

Then Caulin’s body clenched again, and he knew they didn’t have long to wait. “I don’t know if we’ll even make it to the hospital.”

Otto looked up from his phone. “Murphy says his brother-in-law is sending a doctor.”

“Here?” Caulin’s thoughts fumbled. “How?”

Otto shrugged, his eyes roving over the screen. Then his phone rang, and he answered it. “Hello? Yes, this is Otto, Caulin’s husband. Oh, hi. Yes. He’s… We think he just went into labor, but it’s our sixth child. Okay. Okay. I’ll do that. Do you need the address? Thanks. See you.”

He ended the call and met Caulin’s eyes. “We’re not going to the hospital. Dr Rutherford says try not to push. He’s coming. Do you know him? He says I need to get some towels for the bed. And you need to get your pants off.”

Caulin looked down at himself. “I guess I’m ready.”

And Rutherford… He’d been to Rutherford’s gene-modification clinic once, a long time ago. Back then, Rutherford had told Caulin that his weight wasn’t a product of his genetics, and he couldn’t help.

Now… Caulin was glad he’d done nothing about his appearance, and met Otto instead.

Otto grabbed a few towels, tucking them under Caulin’s lower half. Then he went out to speak to the kids, and returned shortly. “They know not to disturb. I put Hans and Kate in charge and told them it’s important.”

The contractions grew more frequent. Caulin felt their baby moving through him; he tried his best not to push.

The doorbell rang. Otto hurried out, returning with an older omega doctor—Elliot Rutherford, who had bright eyes and a warm smile.

Rutherford took one look at the scribbles on Caulin’s body and laughed.

“I guess you know the drill by now,” he said, pulling on some gloves. “Push when you’re ready.”

Caulin pushed. It went so much faster than his very first birth; Hailey slid right out of him, and Rutherford scooped her up, dealing with the umbilical cord.

“She’s beautiful,” the doctor murmured, laying her on Caulin’s chest. Caulin’s heart fluttered. It always was so amazing, seeing his newborns for the very first time. Hailey had her eyes closed, her hands curled into fists, and she wailed so loudly.

Otto crowded close, growling and dropping kisses on both of them. “Hey, Hailey. You are both perfect. All of you are.”

Caulin’s heart swelled. Hailey kept wailing; he soothed her with gentle words, dropping kisses on her little face. At his voice, Hailey quietened as though she was listening out for him.

Otto growled again, wrapping himself around them both. “Shall I get the other kids?”

“Sure.” Caulin snuggled into his alpha, sighing with comfort when Otto pulled more towels over him. “I can’t wait for them to meet each other.”

“Same here.” Otto grinned, his gaze full of pride—the same alpha that Caulin had said his wedding vows to. Caulin smiled and tipped his face up, and Otto kissed him deeply, his touch proof of his complete acceptance.

“I love you,” Otto said, his embrace feeling like home.

“Love you too,” Caulin murmured.

Their life could not be more perfect.

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