With the help of the Omegas, the babies were soon sleeping soundly in their cots, and the rest of the pack departed to go to their own home until they were needed again. John carefully slipped his coat off, making sure not to disturb Arthur too much. He lifted the pup out of the sling and got him out of his outdoor clothes, laying him gently in the cot with a soft brush over his forehead. As he straightened again he whimpered slightly; Sherlock's possessive display had made him so wet his slick was beginning to drip down his thighs.
When all but Arthur were safely in bed, Sherlock removed his coat. The Belstaff gone, the state of his cock was far more than obvious, and only growing worse as he caught the scent of slick coming off the Omega. The Alpha hovered close while John tucked in the last of their pups, drawing himself up with absolute pride as he watched his mate care for their son. Perfect mate. His. He answered John's whimper with the deepest of growls.
"Mine," he declared, as with one long stride forward he was in front of his Omega, pulling John into a searing kiss. He efficiently swept the smaller man off his feet, keeping the heady contact of their lips as he carried him to the mass of bedding and pillows in the centre of the room.
John's legs turned to water as his mate claimed his lips, and whined breathily into the kiss. Yours, he sent through the bond, not quite sure he could get words out even if he wasn't passionately kissing his Alpha, all yours. Protected us so well... seeing you so dominant made me so fucking wet, it's dripping down my thighs, oh god... Will you... would you... I mean, if you - please, I - eat me out? he begged desperately, blushing furiously at the request.
Sherlock purred deeply as he continued to claim his mate's mouth, one hand already sliding between their bodies to work at John's belt and trousers. My pleasure, he rumbled, his fingers slipping under the hem of John's jumper, up the soft, lush skin and teasing the clasp of the bra that barely managed to contain his mate's voluptuous teats. You won't be needing these, however, will you? he pressed, encouraging the Omega to divest himself of his garments. Sometimes he wondered why John bothered with such trivial things as clothes these days.
No, Sir, John whimpered obediently without thinking; he was still himself, still present, but seeing his mate's dominance had made him feel particularly submissive. In moments he was naked and pressing himself against his mate needily, whining for attention, all but vibrating in his arms as he felt the Alpha's enormous erection pressing against his hip, yet another reminder of how powerful and dominant Sherlock could be.
Seeing John present kept Sherlock tethered to reality. In the back of his mind, he'd been uneasy about allowing his dominant nature to remain at the fore once they were back inside their home and away from any potential threat. Now, with John so pliant and obviously willing, he relaxed some of his guard. That's right, my Omega, he growled, still careful enough to include the possessive pronoun. The Alpha nipped lightly at his mate's jaw, rolling his hips against him so John could feel the full length and girth of his enormous cock.
John moaned, an obscene sound of lustful want, and slumped a little against his mate, his knees beginning to give out. Please Sir, he begged, I'm so wet for you, please, oh god, it's running down my legs, I need it, please, please lick me... As he pleaded he pressed gentle searching kisses to his mate's cheeks and throat, submissive and reverent, his vocalisations growing louder in his need. Some of the pups stirred in their sleep, but did not wake.
"Shhh," the Alpha hushed gently, pressing one long finger to his mate's lips as he looked at John as if the Omega were something deliciously edible. He began to sensually kiss and lick his way down his mate's full body, pressing sultry, open-mouthed kisses against the skin, his teeth just lightly grazing across the pink flesh.
Feeling his mate's teasing John bit his lip and whimpered quietly, screwing his eyes shut so he wouldn't torture himself with the sight of the gorgeous Alpha caressing him everywhere but where he really needed it. His knees finally gave out and he sank onto the bed, clutching Sherlock for support, spreading his legs to encourage his mate to taste him, his juices running clear and sweet down his thighs, dripping from his balls and slicking his hole perfectly, leaving it looking succulent and delectable.
Sherlock's eyes flickered briefly down the Omega's body to the sight between his mate's legs. He didn't allow his gaze to linger for long, however, taking his sweet time as he dragged his teeth gently over one erect nipple. He trailed two fingers down the burgeoning swell of John's middle, sliding over the bud of the Omega's navel, continuing his slow path until the pads of his fingers brushed fine blond pubic hair. He gasped John's dripping cock lightly as his mouth reached the gentle sloping beginning of his mate's gravidity, his fingers smoothly releasing the Omega's small member and dipping lower, spreading the needy man's entrance with languid ease.
John panted lightly as he trembled, Sherlock's kisses and licks to his swollen belly only adding to the heat coiling in him. He wriggled desperately, gripping the sheets and keening, unable to speak but mouthing please please please again and again as he begged through the bond. P-please Sir, please lick me, c-can't... anymore, n-need so badly, please, please... oh, please... He was beyond speech, beyond being able to think of anything but his Alpha's lips and tongue exploring his wet hole; they hadn't indulged since the pups had been born, and John was suddenly a little apprehensive that having birthed thirteen babies would mean the experience wasn't as pleasant for his mate.
The Alpha couldn't see his mate's face over the gigantic mounds of John's breasts, but he could feel the burning need through their connection, and read it on his Omega's body. He frowned slightly where his lips were just meeting the nub of John's navel, as he felt hints of worry tinge his mate's desperation. There is nothing to fear, he soothed, wondering what was troubling John so; the Omega certainly wasn't reticent otherwise, his legs spread invitingly wide, his wetness soaking a puddle into the sheets. The Alpha had wanted to move slowly, to savour and claim his mate from the warmth of his mouth to the tight heat of his entrance. He pulled back from John's belly, pressing one more sweet kiss to the swell, as he removed his fingers from the Omega's hole, placing both hands on John's inner thighs and spreading him wide open as he dipped down to taste him.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," John sighed in relief, finally soothed by the feeling of Sherlock lapping at him, cleaning him, tasting him. His slick would taste like his scent; warm, a peaches-and-cream note of motherhood, another layer of fruity ripeness from his pregnancy with the triplets, wool and tea and mint and fresh air with just a hint of exotic spice from his time abroad, and he knew his Alpha would be able to taste his submission as well. Ohhh, yes, so good... He wriggled and made breathy little squeals of pleasure as Sherlock's tongue laved across his hole, the sensations shooting sparks of pure pleasure through him.
Sherlock circled his tongue slowly around the Omega's puckered entrance, before placing his lips over the tight opening. He suckled gently at first, creating pressure on the sensitive skin, then opened his mouth just the slightest bit more. The Alpha dragged his teeth across the rosy, pink flesh as another wave of slick gushed from John's hole. It splashed over Sherlock's tongue, filling his mouth and dribbling obscenely down his chin. He growled deeply as he was overwhelmed, the delicious, heady taste of John spurring him to delve deeper, his tongue suddenly pressing inside the Omega with feverish, insistent eagerness.
John squealed and gasped, his worry dissipating; his Alpha was tasting him like he was the most delectable treat he'd ever had, and it felt wonderful. His face lost some of its tension and he panted open-mouthed, grinding his hips down onto Sherlock's eager mouth just a little, pliantly surrendering and letting his mate push his thighs further apart to give him better access. The Alpha's tongue felt unbelievably good inside him, encouraging him open, and John was quivering before he knew it; he felt like he could come just from Sherlock eating him out, although he never had before. "G-god, your tongue..." he managed, "so good... oh, my Alpha... ngh, ah - yesssss..."
Sherlock was in as deep as he could manage, his face pressed into the humid heat between John's legs as he licked and suckled as if he couldn't get enough, his lips, nose, and chin utterly drenched with the Omega's juices. He purred, the low, loud rumbling seeming to fill the entire room with the sound of his pleasure and approval. His tongue circled with perfect pressure inside his mate, then flicked and lapped, trying to taste all of John, trying to work more sounds of pleasure from the Omega. A hand that had been keeping his mate spread wide now moved to John's dripping cock, grasping it easily as he smeared fluids over the sensitive head with the pad of his thumb.
"Ngh - ah - Sh-Sher - Sherlock,"John whined helplessly, bucking his hips and all but sobbing with pleasure. After a few quick strokes from his Alpha's hand he came hard, spurting up onto his chest, a sweeter wave of slick gushing from him and tasting of bliss. He shuddered as the aftershocks coursed through him, feeling the ghost of his mate's open-mouthed kisses down his throat and breasts and belly, utterly satisfied. Let me please you, he managed to push through the bond, you've pleased me so well, please, let me please you...
Sherlock worked his mate thoroughly through his orgasm, finally pulling back with a soft slurp as he felt the last pulses of John's climax flutter beneath his lips. Absolutely sopping with his mate's juices, the Alpha wasted no time in hotly kissing his way back up his mate's body, climbing to straddle the Omega, his mammoth erection pressed between them as he captured John's lips in a slow, searing kiss. One hand roughly squeezed an enormous teat, causing the milk to gush and flow, running thickly in rivulets through his spread fingers. You already do please me, he growled.
John shivered at the touch, his eyes wide and dark with lust, images and memories flooding his mind of Sherlock being protective, possessive, Alpha and dominating, watching him snarl and snap at strangers in the park to protect their family, seeing him now rearing above him, feeling the gigantic erection pressing against his swollen belly, feeling how the Alpha demanded his milk as he groped his breast... John's Omega was rapidly gaining ground, and he panted lustfully, kissing back eagerly as he begged through the bond for permission to drop utterly into his instinctive state, to allow the Alpha to dominate him and satisfy his own instinct by reclaiming the Omega, reminding him who he belonged to, claiming his reward for protecting the family so well.
Sherlock's Alpha had been close to the surface for the entire outing. Protect, his instinct had demanded, Pups. Omega. Defend. His senses were sharpened with each potential challenger, his drive to prove his claim heightened, reflected in his proud posture and the deep, musky notes of the pheromones he secreted. He still feared his instinct, but his lust and need were greater than his fear, the knowing that his mate wanted this, that his Omega wanted to be dominated primally, whilst they were both lost to their animal minds, easing the Alpha's decision. He gave permission wordlessly through their connection as he squeezed both his mate's breasts this time, intensifying their kiss with a growl as he ground his hips against the Omega's swollen middle.
The change was obvious in John's eyes; some intelligence left them, but some softness and eagerness to please came in its place. The Omega gazed up at his mate with a rapt expression, as if the Alpha was the best thing he'd ever seen, purring gently and submissively as he relaxed subtly, allowing his mate to take whatever he wanted, surrendering his mouth and his milk and his body. He whined quietly, the Alpha's dominance surrounding him, making him feel completely secure. The urge to present began to grip him, making him want to get on his knees and flex his back, resting his forehead on his arms in the breeding position as the Alpha took his reward.
Sherlock had dropped further, as well, completely and comfortably submerged in instinct. His consciousness was just below the surface, a failsafe to keep him from going too deeply, taking things too far; no matter what, he was not completely off his guard. He could sense his mate's need, and immediately broke from his attentions to grip John at the hips and encourage him to turn over. What had frightened him before, he wanted now. They were Alpha and Omega, and with his mate's permission he would take what was rightfully his, show the other man how good of an Alpha he was, how worthy, how far above the others they'd seen that day. His cock was bigger, he could bring his mate the most pleasure, protect him and their pups better than any of the rest. He would remind him of his power, he willed, as he sank his teeth deep into John's bondbite.
John mewed agreeably as Sherlock's teeth sank into his neck, panting open-mouthed and spreading his legs wide, face planted firmly in the bedding as the Alpha growled and took the invitation, sinking in smoothly to the hilt. The Omega moaned, long and low, as his mate's thick erection pushed into him, welcoming the intrusion. Oh, yes, so good, good Alpha, so protective, made sure nobody touched us, made sure they stayed away, protected our pups... so good to me, such a good father, good mate, love how you own me... ohhhh, yes, put your scent on me, make sure they all know how you own me...
The Alpha began to thrust quickly, finding his rhythm with ease, his enormous girth forcing the Omega's tight passage to stretch with each snap of his hips. He was bent almost fully over his mate, his forearms braced on either side of the Omega's, his fingers twined with John's as he continued to nip and kiss at the Omega's jaw, neck, and shoulders, grunting lightly with thrust. Mine, only mine, going to take care of you so well, claim you, make sure you can think of no other Alpha but me...
Yes, yes, the Omega agreed mindlessly, keening and pressing back against his mate's touch. His scent changed in response to the Alpha's dominance, the way Sherlock was grunting like an animal as he fucked him; notes of pleasure, security, submission, adoration, and more than that, confidence seeped into John's unique scent, confidence in his mate's ability as a father and protector. The doctor had never doubted it, but since the pups had been born the pups had only been exposed to pack members who were not a threat, and seeing Sherlock snarl and snap in the park to keep strangers away had confirmed what John already knew; there was nothing defective about Sherlock's instincts. Yours. They all know. Saw your mark on my neck, pushing a pram full of your pups, saw me already growing fat with your next litter...
Mine, all mine, still so early on and yet already showing through your thick winter coat... He inhaled the scent of John's assuredness, of his Omega's utter faith in him, and growled, rewarding his mate with more nips and kisses, with harder thrusts that increased the already constant pressure on his prostate. He wanted John to have eyes only for him, needed his Omega to know that he was superior to every other Alpha they'd seen that day. He would give John the largest, fattest litters, would keep the Omega constantly heavy with children and with the food he provided for him, would lavish him with attention and rewards for his confidence and admiration. He was the best protector, the best provider, the only one who could bring his mate this much pleasure; with each powerful thrust, he willed the thoughts and feelings through the bond.
Oh god, yes, oh, my Alpha, you are the best, nobody else could fill me with so many babies, nobody else could keep me so well fed and provided for... ohhhh, so good, kept our babies safe, kept me safe - ah, yes, ngh- ahhh, fuck! Tears began to well in John's eyes at the exquisite pleasure, Sherlock's thick cock rubbing over his prostate again and again, leaving him quivering on the edge, but not wanting to come just yet. Yours, yours to keep, to own, to breed - never want anyone else, could never want anyone else, nobody could possibly be better than you... so smart, so gorgeous, such a - ahhhh, yes, oh god - such a huge cock, keep me so full of your pups... don't stop, never stop... love you, love you so much, more than anything, my perfect mate... The Omega was clutching the sheets by now, keening and whimpering, on the brink of a truly powerful orgasm spurred on by the Alpha's dominance.
Sherlock released one of the Omega's hands, his fingers coming to splay possessively over the ripening swell of John's belly. I did this to you, stuffed you full with thirteen and gave you three more not a day after you were keening and groaning on the childbed with the first... Your breasts show it, too, how you've still got so many to feed, demanding you stay so full that you're nearly leaking all day long, your teats so huge and heavy.. He lapped at the fresh wound to the bondmark before biting down again, sinking his teeth in just above where he'd punctured minutes earlier. The Omega immediately released another wave of scent and slick and the Alpha growled ferally, snapping his hips harder as he pistoned roughly into his mate, their flesh slapping together, more juices spurting from John's hole with each quick thrust. My perfect Omega, so fat and full for me, so strong and yet so submissive, and mine, only mine... Love you, he grunted, a thick knot causing the base of his cock to grow and swell, Love you...
As soon as his Alpha's hand stroked over his belly John shuddered deeply with lust and pleasure, Sherlock's every touch electric as the triplets responded to their sire. Oh god, never stop, don't ever stop filling me with your pups, keep me plump and round with them until I can't give you any more... Love what you've done to me, how you've changed me, marked me, claimed me... my perfect Alpha, dominant but caring, so good to me, could never want anyone else... tell me you'll keep me just like this, always rubbing my belly, always swollen with pups for you, he begged, craning his neck and he whined and nuzzled his Alpha, his hole giving way to accept the growing knot with every thrust, shaking with lust and aching to come.
Always... promise.., the Alpha grunted, growing steadily less coherent as the knot inflated, rewarding John with more kisses as the Omega tried to turn his head toward him, Keep you like this, all mine, always fat and full of pups, always give you attention, always love... Never stop, never... Even after last pups, still love you... He groaned as the knot swelled further, larger, until its size nearly began to pain him; he'd not been out with his family since long before the pups' birth, and now his system was responding in overdrive to the slew of potential challengers and threats they'd encountered. He began to whine softly with each pant, pleasure and sharp pain crackling through him with each thrust of the knot against the Omega's hole until he finally drove in hard, crying out as the bulge swelled further inside his mate's dripping passage and yet still rocking his hips, still moving them both together as he trembled and shook through his release.
Yes... always, the Omega affirmed, biting the pillow to muffle his scream of pleasure as the Alpha's thick knot forced his orgasm out of him, gripping the sheets until his knuckles were white and whimpering as he clenched again and again around the knot, milking his partner's release until they were both struggling for breath. As the last pulse finally subsided John released the pillow with a groan, panting hard, slowly coming back to himself. As Sherlock gently shifted them to lie on their sides the pressure of the knot forced another small orgasm out of John and he keened, pressing his face into his Alpha's neck as best he could. "Fu- fucking hell, Sherlock," John panted eventually, eyes fluttering. "Just... wow." He turned his head to lap at his mate's jaw, pressing eager, affectionate kisses to his cheeks like a puppy desperately trying to show approval. "You know, I'm starting to think it might not be so bad. Letting you keep me pregnant, I mean. We'd still have a year of full heats after my eggs run out..."
"Mmm?" Sherlock hummed groggily, his brain slowly coming back online in stages, as someone turning on the lights in a darkened house one by one. He answered each of the small kisses with an affectionate one of his own, his hands roaming over his mate's belly as he languidly peppered his mates lips and neck with his attentions. "You think?" he asked at length, when the question finally registered over the haze of pleasure. "It is your decision as to what you wish to do with your body, and from here on out I will ensure that your requests are honoured." He knew he didn't have to explain to John that they could use birth control for his next few heats after the triplets, or for however long a period he wished. His Alpha twinged uncomfortably at the thought, however; wait too long, and John's body might no longer be able to bear children by the time he decided he wanted more, the last of his unfertilized eggs wasted. It was not uncommon for Omegas nearing middle age to go on birth control and be devastated to find themselves infertile the next time they tried for a child.
John purred loudly and snuggled closer. "I know. But you want all of my remaining eggs to become your pups, don't you? You don't want to waste a single one. And if we wait too long, it could be too late. My mum went through her menopause at forty-five, and I'm nearly forty-one." He paused to lap thoughtfully at his mate's scent gland, purring submissively and clenching happily around the knot. "Would it be enough for you, Sherlock? Only ever breeding me in my microheats? If we decide to do this, we'd never breed over a full heat again. We'll have maybe four, five if we're lucky, full heats, but I won't drop eggs for you in any of them. Please, love - tell me what you want?" The look John gave his Alpha right then was soft and inviting, encouraging, but a little indecisive; he wasn't sure what he wanted at that moment, but he knew his mate could make it right for both of them.
Sherlock gazed back at him, a tinge of sadness in his gaze, and felt his heart sink in reluctance. He'd already decided once for John, although he'd not consciously intended to. He didn't deserve to do so again, to tell his mate how to use his body. The Alpha found himself swallowing back against the guilt that curled darkly inside his chest. The knowledge that they were running out of time, too, hurt him; there were so few years left, so many potential children that had been lost while they waited. Each one remaining was a precious gift - John was right, he wanted them all to become their pups. If microheats were what it took, if they could never conceive in the perfect, consuming lust of a full heat again - he would willingly make the sacrifice if it meant meeting the rest of their babies. "I.. I want to see all of them..," he admitted at length through the churning swell of emotions, his voice barely a whisper as he looked searchingly into his mate's eyes, "All of our pups, John... Please..."
John visibly relaxed and beamed at him. "That's all I needed to hear," he breathed, "I've been thinking about this for a while, I just - I didn't want to disappoint you by not having the full heats. If you're sure microheats will be enough - yes, of course I want all of our pups. All our precious babies. I thought I needed a break after my first pregnancy, but with this one - I'm far less Omega. We're already settled here, we've already got a nest, so my instincts aren't as strong and they're leaving me alone. I'm far more lucid, I drop into my Omega less, and for the first time in my life my body is doing what it was built for. It feels - it feels pretty good, actually. My diet is appalling at the moment, all those cakes your mother keeps making and my favourite little pies you keep bringing me, but still - I'm glowing. I can do this, if you want me to. I will do this, for you, if it's what you want."
Sherlock gathered him even closer in answer, pulling John tightly but gently against his chest and tucking the Omega's head beneath his chin as he placed tender kisses into the sandy locks. "Please, John," he pleaded softly, "Not for me - for them, for you, for our family. I have done nothing to warrant the privilege of this decision. If you are to do this, it is because you want you to, not because of what I will. I will wait, we will... let some of them go, if you want it, if you want me to breed you during your normal cycle. That is your right, your sovereign right to your own body."
"I know it's my right, you daft git," John purred fondly, mewling in pleasure at Sherlock's attentions. "I want it too. Wouldn't have offered otherwise, would I? Microheats are enough for me if they're enough for you. Every time we have sex it's... wonderful, I don't need heats with you to keep our bond strong. Your love is enough. I just..." he bit his lip and broke off. "I like it when you get all Alpha, and pin me down, and growl about how you're going to make me take your cock, how you'll keep me constantly fat with your pups. So I'm doing it for both of us. For all of us. Because I want to, because of all the years we wasted." He ran his fingertips lightly through Sherlock's dusting of chest hair. "They won't replace the ones we missed," he added quietly.
"No," Sherlock murmured. So many lost years. They should have had so much more time. If they hadn't met already so far into John's fertile years... If they'd overcome their fears and bred earlier... They had time yet, years ahead of them to raise their family, to grow old together - but the fierce, bright, primal need of heat, and the joy of conceiving another brood that would make John grow ripe and round and heavy, was numbered and fast dwindling. He pressed his nose into the Omega's hair and breathed in, far away in thought.
John liked him acting like an Alpha, liked him being dominating even after all the times it has gone so horribly wrong. It was uncomfortably perplexing.
Sensing his mate's confusion, John pushed closer, purring quietly. "You haven't forgiven yourself, have you?" he murmured, kissing Sherlock's chest. "I forgave you weeks ago, you know. Please, let it go. You made a mistake, yes, but you'd have done anything to set it right, to make sure I had choice. You would never deny my wishes or overrule me. You wouldn't have me afraid of you, right? So you shouldn't be afraid of yourself either. I have no hesitation in surrendering to instinct with you, and I'd hate for you to be nervous about it either. You'd never break us. Never, love." He smiled softly as he felt Sherlock's breath ruffle his hair and mewed happily, snuggled firmly in his Alpha's embrace.
"But yesterday," the Alpha breathed in protest, "How can I forgive myself? How can I trust myself, knowing I did that to you, that I allowed the others to do that to you..?" John was so blissfully happy, but Sherlock remained mired in his guilt. He kept John held close, knowing his mate's words were true - that he could never break them - but not trusting that he wouldn't slip again, that he wouldn't take things too far. He had to be on guard against himself now, always, for John's sake.
"If I'd scented fear or distress, you'd have thrown them out faster than I could blink," John pointed out reasonably, rubbing his cheek against Sherlock's chest. "It was the fastest way to make you better, to make sure you were capable of protecting our family again. And you made sure I was well looked after, you brought me everything I could need. You were a good Alpha, so attentive, made me better. I'm not made of glass love, I can handle a little rough treatment - we both make sacrifices for our bond, don't forget that. I know what I can handle, and you didn't push me past that or force me to take anything I really didn't want, so I don't see a problem." He kissed his mate's chest again, resuming his purring.
"You're too forgiving," the Alpha murmured, kissing the top of his head. He didn't want another argument right now, and John's affectionate behaviour was slowly lulling him into relaxation. John had definitely seen a problem when he'd realized what happened; the Alpha did not forget that. His eyes half-lidded, he gave a tentative, low purr, returning more of the small kisses as he pressed his lips to John's temple.
"And you're too hard on yourself," John returned affectionately, licking at Sherlock's nipple. "You would have done anything to make it right, you'd have let me leave you and take our babies without a word of protest if that's what I wanted. You really thought I'd do it, you thought I'd hate you - and you went through the agony of believing that our bond was shattered for hours while you cared for me. I don't need to punish you for it, because nothing I could have done would have made you feel worse than that. If you want punishment, then remember I won't be letting you collar me again for a while, and obviously Pendleton's is off the cards until we're comfortable with collaring again." He traced a circle around the Alpha's hardening nipple with his tongue, humming a little as he sucked it gently before planting an open-mouthed kiss on his chest.
Sherlock's breath hitched lightly at the soft spark of pleasure. "Tease," he chided, nearly rolling his hips to counter the sensual action until he thought of the collar. He immediately aborted the movement, his expression sobering. "Rightfully so," the Alpha murmured quietly. He'd put so much effort into making the collar special for John, had put all his love into its design, and now his mate would never want to see it again - it was tainted now, and John would want a new one. Sherlock wasn't good with gifts, but the Alpha had never been more proud and assured than when he'd presented the fine leather to his mate.
John felt the thoughts pulsing through the bond and flopped onto his side to gaze at his mate, propping himself up on one elbow. "You're such a drama queen," he grinned, rubbing the Alpha's chest and belly, petting him like he was an overgrown kitten. "When I'm ready to let you collar me again - and I will be - I don't want a new collar. The one you bought me is perfect, love. I felt so proud to be your pet when I was wearing it, so glad I had a master who would spend so long designing it and making sure it was just right. I love how secure you felt when you collared me; it isn't tainted, not in my eyes." Smiling at his mate again John leaned in and began to press soft, light kisses over Sherlock's forehead and cheeks, purring and mewling to show his adoration. "Now I reckon we've got another hour or so to ourselves before the pups wake for their next feed... does my Alpha want his present now?" he breathed, accidentally rubbing his swollen breasts against Sherlock's chest as he peppered him with kisses.
The Alpha certainly looked as lost as a kitten at the question. "Present?" he asked stupidly. The last twenty-four hours had been such a roller coaster that he'd utterly dismissed or forgotten any thought that John might have an anniversary present for him in return, or at least one that the Omega would still be willing to give. "I don't understand."
"Your anniversary present," John smiled indulgently, running his hand through the Alpha's dark curls and massaging his scalp slightly, with a little extra pressure behind the ear, right where he knew it made Sherlock pliant and desperate for more affection. "Because it's been one whole year since you pinned me to the floor in Baker Street, and told me I was yours, and filled me with your babies, and bit me so everyone would always know who my Alpha is. You've looked after me so well this year, provided a house and a nest, kept me fed and washed and satisfied while I was so pregnant with your litter I couldn't move... three whole months I was trapped on this bed, and you never complained about taking care of me. I haven't forgotten. And you made such an effort at Christmas, making sure everything was perfect - did you think none of that would count for anything because of two mistakes that you did everything in your power to make right?" he murmured softly, pushing his honest adoration through the bond, shifting closer so his leaking nipples were within reach of Sherlock's plump lips. "Would you mind?" he breathed, "I'm so full, but the pups don't need it yet... please..."
Sherlock purred and stretched when John's thumb brushed his sweet spot, arching his back luxuriously, his entire body saying ohhh yes, right there. He didn't argue with his mate, pliantly opening his mouth as he felt the hard, erect nipple drag sensually across his lips. The Alpha purred as he drank, idly wondering if this was the gift and completely unbothered if it were so. His hands moved down John's back to cup his round, lush arse as he suckled as a pup would, eagerly taking short pulls in rapid succession and mewing appreciatively to show his pleasure.
John purred agreeably, continuing to pet the Alpha like he wanted, with just a little extra pressure where it was most appreciated. "There now, that's better, isn't it, my sweet one?" he crooned softly, "Yes, Mama's milk tastes nice, doesn't it... you have as much as you want my darling, that's right... mmm, good boy, suckling so well... ohhh, yes, you have a good feed love, there will always be more if you want it..." He pressed gentle, adoring kisses into Sherlock's hair as the Alpha suckled, purring quietly and continuing his litany of encouragement and endearment. Usually when Sherlock suckled him it was lazier, because he couldn't be bothered to go and get food, or more intense while they were in a haze of lust, but this felt more like Sherlock wanted the security and nurturing of nursing from him, and John was more than happy to provide it. His scent changed to push out more maternal markers, as it had at their wedding, and John sighed happily, pushing love through the bond. That's it, my darling. I'm here, I've got you, I'll always love you. You'll always be welcome at my breast.
The Alpha mewed needily, his lips closed around one fat nipple as they worked to tug the milk from his mate's breast. In response to John's words, he burrowed further against the welcoming heat of his mate's lush teats, seeking love and safety and further reassurances in response to the Omega's scent. His eyelids dropped to half-mast, his arms wrapping tight around John's waist in child-like possession, as if he were holding a beloved teddy bear. Milk flowed readily into his mouth over and over again, warm and sweet and thick, and he lapped it up with eagerness, seeking more and more, needing it, needing John.
"Good boy," John praised, cradling him lovingly with one arm as he kept petting him with the other. "My good boy. Love you, love you so much my darling. Won't ever let you be alone, won't ever let you go. Keep you here, just like this, open my shirt for you whenever you like. Always give you milk, always love." As he murmured he pushed more love through the bond, just stopping himself short of whispering Mama loves you in response to his mate's child-like need. "Oh, such a good boy, that's right love... mmm, you needed a good feed, didn't you? Still need it. No rush, take as much time as you want."
Please, Mummy, more? Sherlock pleaded without thinking. He'd never been allowed this, never felt this utterly safe and secure while nursing. Their wedding had been incredible, but even though they were lost to the world, then, they'd still been in a room full of others. When Sherlock had been little, his mother's milk had been weak and thin, and it had pained her to nurse him. The older Alpha had demanded his mate continue to produce milk well into Sherlock's youngest years, so that the little boy would consciously nurse from her and see that it was his right to take whatever he wanted from an Omega. But Sherlock had felt badly about hurting his Mummy, and he'd received Siger's hand when he refused. Now, here, John was so maternal, so welcoming - he could finally feel the complete love and joy of the act, and let go of the fear.
Of course my darling, John affirmed instantly, you take as much of Mummy's milk as you like. Such a good boy, nursing so well. My sweet one. Love you so much, my perfect boy. As if to reward Sherlock's plea, the Omega's milk grew sweeter and creamier, nourishing the obviously needy Alpha. Never ceasing his petting of his mate's curls, John began to rock him gently, rhythmically, in time with his suckling; they had slowed to a more leisurely pace, allowing them to savour the closeness, the security pulsing through their bond. John smiled down at Sherlock, stroking the curls off his brow before petting him again, humming softly as he watched the Alpha's jaw working as he drank, his soft lips firmly pressed against John's soft breast.
Sherlock continued to drink his fill, holding his beloved mate close. Please, Mummy.., he called through the bond, as much to John as to the memory of his own mother, Please don't leave me... I don't want to make you hurt, I love you too, I love you so much… His eyes closed completely as John rocked him, surrendering to the Omega's love as it surrounded him like a downy duvet, warm and secure. His suckling continued to slow gently, until he was taking languid pulls every few moments, still pressed close against his mate, seeking every ounce of his mate's love.
I won't ever leave you, love, not ever. My precious Sherlock, no hurt. Such a good boy, my darling, so loving. Won't ever leave you, will always be here when you need me. Always. My gorgeous boy, won't ever leave you, promise. Will you switch over to Mummy's other breast now, sweetheart? John shifted them gently, pillowing Sherlock's head on his now-relieved breast and cooed as the Alpha snuggled in and latched onto the other. That's it, good boy. You don't make me hurt my darling, my sweet boy. He rubbed his mate's back gently, smiling fondly when a soft burp followed, watching Sherlock's eyebrows furrow slightly before he nuzzled back in to continue nursing. Does Mummy's milk taste good, sweetheart? he sent fondly, petting the Alpha's dark curls with a happy little sigh.
Yes, so good Mummy, Sherlock sighed blissfully, Good milk, no hurt. Don't want to hurt, not ever. Want to be a good boy for you, Mummy. Love you so much. He suckled with renewed vigour at the second breast, the milk flowing quickly and easily into his mouth with each little pull. He hiccupped softly and then continued his rhythm, whining quietly for more of the creamy liquid and purring happily when the Omega's body obliged. Trying so hard to be good. Want to be good for you. Love you, he pleaded with all the desperation of a child seeking its mother's understanding and affection. Beatrice had not wanted to distance her children, but under Siger's watchful eye she had been forced to. The Omega would have willingly shown her child every ounce of love he needed, every bit she had for him, had her mate not abusively held her back.
You are a good boy, sweetheart. Such a good boy, you make Mummy so happy. Only good boys get as much milk as they like, and you've been such a good boy, you take as much as you want my love. No hurt, not ever. Mummy loves you, my sweet little one. Adores you so much, my precious boy. Keep you safe and warm, always, give you love, let you suckle as often as you want. Turning his head just slightly to look out of the window of the nest, John saw the daylight beginning to fade into evening; it was still only five thirty, but winter was drawing in fast and the nights were growing shorter. He pressed gentle kisses into Sherlock's hair as he turned back, pushing more love through the bond. How would you like another little feed from Mummy's breasts at bedtime? he asked tenderly, We can snuggle up in bed and you can suckle as much of Mummy's milk as you like until you fall asleep, all cuddled up together. Would you like that, sweetheart?
Yes, Mummy, please, the Alpha gasped with innocent eagerness. His suckling began to slow as he drained the second breast. Such a good Mummy, so soft and warm. So safe, feel so safe with you. Love you so much. He nuzzled at John's teat gently and mewed, encouraging just a little more milk and purring with adoration when the nipple began to leak once more. Sherlock's stomach was lightly swollen, rounded out and pressing against John's own, filled overfull with his mate's rich, nourishing milk. After a few more minutes of nursing, the Alpha latched off with a sated, blissful sigh.
John hummed lightly and nuzzled the Alpha's hair, cupping his cheek and pressing soft kisses into his hair and across his brow and cheeks. If you want it then of course we will, he sent gently, just let Mummy know when you want to feed again. Why don't you have a little snooze now, sweetheart? Mummy will stay right here. It might do you good to have a sleep. The babies would not wake for a while yet, and Sherlock did seem like he could very easily drop into sleep and have a short nap before their feeding time - and John wasn't sure that he wanted to bring the Alpha out of his younger headspace until he came out of it on his own. Letting him sleep it off, cuddled safe and warm against John's breast, seemed the nicest way to let him reset.
Yes Mummy, Sherlock said softly, yawning widely and cuddling John closer, placated by the Omega's reassurances of staying close. Don't leave, Mummy, he couldn't help but plead gently, however, even as his eyes began to close, Please. Want to sleep with you. Held securely in John's arms, full with the Omega's milk and comforted by his caresses, he soon drifted off, sleepily murmuring a soft Love you as his mind gave itself over to sleep's gentle embrace.
Good boy. Mummy won't leave you, don't worry, John soothed, smiling at how compliant the usually difficult Alpha was being. Making good on his promise, he held Sherlock close as his mate slept, nuzzling him and purring occasionally to reassure him. His scent reverted to normal little by little, and the pups slept on in a happy haze, fidgeting occasionally in their dreams.
After about half an hour the first pup began to wake and fuss, wanting to be fed and changed, and John purred a little louder to reassure Benedict that he was nearby as well as to encourage the Alpha to wake. "Sherlock?" he murmured tenderly, not sure if the Alpha was back to his normal self or if he wanted his Mummy a little while longer.
Sherlock started awake with a soft snort. The Alpha kept his eyes squeezed shut and grumbled something incoherent, pressing his face further into the pillow of John's breasts and tightening his arms around his mate's soft middle. As the quiet sounds of his pup's fussing, however, his eyes flew wide open. Suddenly, his memories came flooding back: what age he was, where he was, and what had just passed before he'd fallen asleep. The Alpha's face was bright red as he gently detangled himself from his mate and went to retrieve the pup from his cot in mortified silence.
John purred softly as Sherlock returned with Benedict, the Alpha having put a clean nappy on the whining pup. He took the baby with one arm and cradled him as he fed, reaching out with the other and tugging insistently on his mate's arm until the Alpha allowed himself to be pulled into an embrace. "You've got nothing to be ashamed of, love," John murmured, "I'm your mate, your Omega. I'm supposed to provide you with emotional comfort, and nurse you if you want it, and be everything you need. You're still my strong, dominant Alpha, I don't see you any differently for what just happened. You needed that, and I'm more than happy to provide it for you, anytime you need it." He placed a soft kiss in the Alpha's dark curls, humming as Benedict kneaded his breast with his chubby fists.
Sherlock nodded slightly. "I ... did not expect for that to happen," he murmured honestly. He had wanted to say he'd wished John had never found out about that part of his childhood in that manner, but realized immediately that that was not entirely true - that, surprisingly, he could not say he regretted what had passed between them. He'd trusted his Omega enough to regress into a child's mind, and John had cared for him as if he were his own precious pup. And Sherlock had felt loved, felt forgiven. The Alpha sighed and lay his head on his mate's shoulder, watching their baby nurse. "I hope you will not judge my own mother too harshly for whatever insights you may have had into my younger days."
"Of course I won't, love," John admonished softly. "I've met your father, remember. I know Beatrice did her best for you, I know she loved you as much as he'd let her. Besides, I rather liked having you so happy and secure in my arms," he murmured, kissing his mate's forehead. "I never want there to be anything you can't tell me," he added honestly. "If you want something, or you need something, or you want us to play out a particular fantasy of any kind, you can tell me. The worst I'll say is no, I'd never judge you for anything you want. Even if I said no I'd give you a good reason." He cooed softly as Benedict wriggled to get more comfortable and Lucy began to fuss.
One by one the babies woke; Sherlock changed them and John fed them, and they had a brief cuddle pile on the bed before settling the babies for the night. John purred and tugged a small silver-wrapped package out from under the bed as Sherlock lay Blake back in his cot, and shyly presented it to the Alpha. He hoped that it wouldn't be too much for the Alpha after the events of yesterday; he'd chosen the simple brown braided leather leash weeks before, knowing that eventually his mate would collar him. Luckily, he had also knitted his mate a soft grey hat, with the same herringbone pattern as the gloves and scarf he'd given him for Christmas, so they didn't have to dwell on the leash for long if they didn't want to. There was also a large box of Sherlock's favourite chocolates and a scrapbook; John had enlisted Beatrice's help and put together a collection of photographs, charting John's early pregnancy, his growth, their wedding, a few from when John had been trapped on the bed by his gargantuan belly, and then an explosion of colour; the pups in their first few days, the pups at four weeks old, the pups smiling, the pups all dozing happily piled on top of an exhausted and sleeping Sherlock, the pups with the pack, and finally a picture of John sitting in the sunroom, two pups at his breasts, the rest all lying close to him on the floor and waving their arms, a perfect picture of domestic bliss.
Sherlock immediately paused as his eyes caught sight of the present. He looked back and forth between the package and his mate carefully, taking the few steps to the bed slowly, something like perplexion written on his features. "There is a gift," he clarified carefully, lowering himself down on the edge of the bed. He crawled near to his mate and looked blankly at the object for a moment before reaching out his hand. In a minute, the silvery wrapping was falling away under the deft fingers. Sherlock let out a soft gasp.
The Alpha's entire body trembled as he reverently held the supple leather, running his fingertips along the beautiful braid, feeling the weight of it in his palm. "This..," he whispered lowly, raising his eyes to his mate, his gaze desperate and seeking and bright, "Why..?"
John purred demurely, rubbing his belly to soothe the wriggling triplets. "So we can practice for the club," he murmured, peeping up at his Alpha through his eyelashes. "We can get completely comfortable with every aspect of me being your pet at home - we could, um, do obedience training if you wanted... and I know it'll prove your status even more to have me leashed as well as collared. I wanted you to know that I want that too, I want everyone else to see the brilliant, gorgeous, worthy Alpha in front of me for what he is. Now hurry up and open your others," he babbled nervously, shoving the rest of the gifts towards his mate.
Sherlock needed another moment's blank pause to collect himself. Even after everything that happened John had still chosen to present him with this gift, to give it to him instead of holding it back or hiding it away. The Alpha swallowed and slowly put aside the braided leather, his fingers lingering on it for a moment before he turned to the other gifts.
Gifts. More than one. The collar suddenly felt meagre compared to the parcels in front of him. Should he have gotten John more - had he been expected to? John didn't seem disappointed, but maybe he was expecting the Alpha to have something more for him when Sherlock finished opening his presents. Surely this was a massive oversight. He'd have to rectify it immediately. Compile a mental list of things John liked and purchase them all. Come home with a carload of gifts. Maybe John would like a car, too - Sherlock could get him a car. Not that he'd want him to use it, but if it would make John happy...
The thoughts flickered through his mind in an instant as he reached for the next present, smiling as the familiar pattern came into view when he began to unwrap the parcel. "It's perfect," he praised when he'd set the useless paper aside, admiring his Omega's handiwork.
John purred happily and crawled forward to rub himself catlike against the Alpha's chest. "Collar is perfect," he murmured stupidly, "means I'm yours. Means you'll take care of me, provide for me and our pups. Don't need anything else. Besides... hat's the only one we can't share. You'll see." He rubbed his cheek firmly over Sherlock's smooth torso, lapping at his scent and growing a little tipsy on it, his purring growing louder and deeper. "Open," he demanded, nudging the remaining packages with his knee as he tried to squirm his way into Sherlock's lap, so the Alpha could hold him and pet him as he opened the remaining gifts.
"If you say so." Sherlock chuckled and adjusted himself to let John sit, fondly guiding the Omega to cozy up against him in his lap. He wrapped one arm around his mate, his hand cupping John's belly, his chin resting on the Omega's shoulder. He purred as he tore open the next wrapping, revealing the elegant box of chocolates. "I thought you said the hat was the only one we can't share," he teased, his voice deep and smooth. He eased open the lid, grinning as he saw the rich sweets nestled in their individual papers. "Though I might be persuaded..." Carefully, the Alpha plucked one out, his eyes dark as he slowly brought it to the Omega's lips.
"Thought you might," John managed breathily, opening his mouth and humming as his Alpha slipped the treat in. He savoured it with his eyes closed, then mewled prettily and began to lick his mate's fingers clean, fawning over him, visibly relaxing as the closeness to the Alpha soothed his instincts; being held and petted like this always made him feel happy. He permitted Sherlock to feed him a couple more chocolates before insisting that he open the final gift, the scrapbook photo album he had filled with pictures of their pups - and right at the end, the first scans of the triplets he'd printed off in secret. They had been so busy with thirteen babies to look after they had simply never got round to using the sonogram machine, but the previous week John had managed to find some time alone and print the scans. Sherlock still hadn't seen any images of their unborn pups, and John hoped he would enjoy the surprise rather than be angry he'd missed sharing the first sight of them with his mate.
Sherlock kept one arm cozily around his mate's middle and grinned as he reached for the final gift, stripping the wrapping paper off the present where it lay on the covers. His expression changed as the book was revealed, the lustful and teasing expression fading into a look of softness. He seemed almost hesitant as his fingers brushed the embossed leather of the cover, and he opened the book slowly. The Alpha began to tremble a little as he turned each successive page, his eyes misting with emotion as he witnessed their relationship in photographs.
Pictures of just after they'd bonded, taken by John; pictures of the Omega's growing belly, when the first thirteen were no bigger than little grapes, then becoming bigger, forcing their mother's middle outwards, until John's belly was at the middle of his thighs, the end of his knees-
And then the wedding: John arriving at the altar, the vows, the couple sharing their first kiss, the couple sitting happily at the dinner table. He watched the rest of John's pregnancy unfold until suddenly the Omega seemed tiny, just a little thing compared to his previous size and surrounded by wriggling, wrinkly newborns. And he watched their thirteen babies grow, a wobbly smile growing with each successive photo.
The Alpha gasped when he reached the end. Their newest pups. Their precious little triplets, still safe inside their mother's womb. Healthy and beautiful and there - right there in the picture, and there under his hand, brushing fondly against his fingers. Sherlock sniffled and swallowed thickly, lost for words, his fingers shaking as they glossed over the photo.
Pushing closer and nuzzling his mate's jaw, the Omega purred quietly as he felt their babies move inside him. "Yours," he murmured softly, "all yours. Love you." He sent love and contentment through the bond, smiling to himself as he continued to fawn over his Alpha, licking his scent gland and peppering his collarbone with kisses; he wanted Sherlock to know that he had forgiven him for breeding him during his microheat, that he wanted these triplets, that he didn't want the Alpha to continue to punish himself for it. He knew that mistakes had always been harshly punished by Siger, but there was tenderness and love in their bond that had been sadly absent from the relationship between father and son. I won't hold mistakes against you forever, he sent gently, you have earned my forgiveness and you don't need to feel badly about this anymore. Love me, love our pups, but no hurt. No hurt.
No hurt, the Alpha replied, hesitance still lacing his tone. He was so unused to being forgiven. Even in their relationship as friends, Sherlock had kept a mental tally of the times he'd upset the Omega, believing no matter what John said that his faults and mistakes were adding up against him. He cuddled his mate closer, wrapping his long limbs around him, pressing his face into the crook of John's neck. "Does that mean an apology cake would no longer be appreciated?" he asked softly. The guilty Alpha had taken advantage of John's time with Remington to order far too many cakes and sweets from the most lauded bakery in the city - making sure to explain to his mother, before they arrived, how much they loved her own baking, but that he needed to do something for John himself. He'd have baked enough to fill every cupboard in the kitchen if he'd had the time, but with such a small window, he had to make do with his money instead, and there was now a very large, three-tiered cake waiting hidden in the pantry downstairs.
"Oh, Sherlock," John chided softly, "it's been three months, love. I forgave you weeks ago, you didn't have to do that. But of course, it would be horribly rude of me to reject an apology cake..." He began to rub himself softly against his mate, mewling and lapping at his scent gland, fawning over him as if he couldn't get close enough. "Please," he breathed, "please, Alpha... cake please." Sherlock's scent, the Alpha's gesture, made him drop a little into his Omega, made him want to please his mate and soothe his hurt feelings, assuage his feelings of guilt. "Want to eat it from your hand... Please?" he whined like a puppy, eagerly, desperately seeking approval and praise. "Let me show you how completely I forgive you, Sherlock," John begged, deliberately rubbing the lower curve of his small belly against the Alpha's cock.
Sherlock stroked his mate's hair gently, his eyes soft but cautious. "Please don't accept it out of mere courtesy," he murmured. "You wanted takeaway and films, didn't you?" he asked, cupping John's cheek and pressing light kisses to the Omega's face, "If you honestly want it, we should do those things first, so that you don't spoil your dinner."
"Cake," John demanded petulantly, like a child promised a treat and then told to wait. "Want cake." It took a few moments for his mate's next words to register. "Both?" he tried tentatively. "In your lap," he qualified instantly, not wanting to leave his cosy seat. "Not moving. And while we're waiting... I think it's time we find out if I can come just from your hands rubbing my belly... don't you agree?" he purred breathily, mewling happily at Sherlock's kisses.
Sherlock eyed the small swell. Could he, when John was still so early on? It was more than worth a try. "Very well, both," he agreed, "And... and that..." He reached to the bedside table for his mobile. "You call for this one?" he asked, "You know best what you want right now, and where you want it from." One arm snaked around John's belly promisingly, his palm cupping the curve of the Omega's womb.
John deflated a little at his mate's unenthusiastic response. "Don't have to," he offered quietly, taking the phone from Sherlock and dialling the local Chinese, a little soothed by the hand on his belly. He ordered his favourite chicken chow mein and some spring rolls, the vegetable tempura with sweet chilli sauce for Sherlock and some pork fried rice to share, and handed the phone back as he nuzzled into the crook of his mate's neck, wanting to hide his rising blush. The Alpha's hand on his belly was already making him react, his little cock twitching with interest, but Sherlock hadn't seemed particularly interested, and John didn't want him to do it out of a sense of obligation. He tugged on his mate's wrist, trying to get him to cuddle him instead. "So this cake," he tried, "what exactly does an apology cake look like?"
Sherlock frowned in confusion as John tried to move his hand, but followed with his mate's movement easily. He cuddled John with the hand his mate was tugging, while tentatively moving the other to John's belly again, beginning to rub careful circles, lost and uncertain of what his Omega wanted. Just as John didn't want the Alpha to bring him off out of a sense of obligation, Sherlock didn't want John to accept the cake and fawn over him for it only for the sake of politeness - it would feel worse if John was only happy about the treat just to make Sherlock happy. He wanted to pleasure his mate - very much so - but he'd been distracted by the thought that John was just trying to avoid rudeness with his affections. "It looks like a cake," he said helplessly, "Don't you want it to be a surprise?"
"I like surprises," John muttered, gazing down at the hand on his belly and trying not to make it too obvious that he loved how it felt. "Love cake. Cake is good. Didn't - didn't have to. But - yeah." He sent genuine, pure love and gratitude through the bond; he was thrilled about the cake, much as it was unnecessary to secure his forgiveness. As Sherlock's touches continued, he relaxed more and more, losing coherency; he was unable to think of anything but the Alpha and his caresses, and began to wonder if he might allow his mate to command him to swell after their meal; since he was carrying multiples, he could go through one forced swelling and birth full-size pups at nine months. The growth wouldn't be as extreme, but he would still look five or six months gone with one by the time he'd finished. Unbidden, the images slipped through their mental connection as he licked his lips and let his eyelids slide closed, luxuriating under Sherlock's hand.
The Alpha's breath hitched, and he swallowed. Sometimes, in Sherlock's fantasies, he'd imagine what it'd be like if he could force John to swell all the time, if he could watch his Omega grow to full term in a week, struggle to birth the pups he'd put in him, and then balloon up all over again at the Alpha's command. It was only a fantasy, of course, to see John as a breeding machine, constantly on the cusp of bearing him litter after enormous litter, but it was one of his guilty favourites. Licking his lips, he remembered how John had distinctively said he didn't want to swell with these, that he wanted to take his time and have the full nine months. Is that what you truly want? he whispered, the hand on John's belly lightly increasing the pressure as he rubbed the swollen mound.
John mewled helplessly, his breathing coming a little faster as the touch on his belly grew firmer. I miss having a full, round belly, he sent honestly, could still have the full nine months with these if I only swell a little... miss having you rubbing my swollen bump, so obviously full of your pups, praising how ripe and round I am, worshipping my body... love seeing the possessiveness in your eyes, hearing it in your voice, feeling it in your touch as you mark me with your hands, claim our children...
Then I'll give it to you, my Omega, Sherlock purred deeply, his eyes lit with lust. I love watching you waddle around our home, so fat and heavy with our babies. Even with just a little swelling, you'll be significantly larger - my three pups inside you all going through a growth spurt at the same time, making your hips widen and your belly bulge outwards. He nuzzled his mate, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the Omega's skin, sensually licking across John's cheek. So full, and all mine- He intensified the pressure of his caresses just a little more, purring louder as the Omega mewled. You love this, don't y-
The sound of the doorbell ringing made the Alpha pause and frown. Huffing lightly, he glanced at the clock on his phone - apparently he'd been petting his Omega for longer than he thought. Sherlock pressed a gentle kiss to John's cheek as he climbed out of bed, tugging on his robe to be presentable when he answered the door. He very much would have appreciated the Omegas still being around the house at that moment. I'll be back in a moment, he promised, as he hurried out of the nest to retrieve their food.
John settled happily back into his Alpha's lap when he returned, and allowed Sherlock to feed him as if he were a pampered pet, licking his mate's fingers clean as he fed him by hand. He ate well, savouring every mouthful, purring happily as he easily polished off the whole portion, not minding the slight mess they made for lack of cutlery. When they had finished the takeaway John began to mewl hopefully for cake, wanting more of his mate's attentions, getting entirely too used to being hand-fed by his Alpha.
Sherlock scratched behind the Omega's ears as if he were a kitten, smiling and kissing John lightly. Of course, he said, understanding the Omega's thoughts and wishes, Just give me a moment. I'll go get it for you. Once again, he hurried out of the room and to the pantry, where an enormous box was tucked away in the corner. The other Omegas did most of the cooking, and so Sherlock had been confident John wouldn't even enter the small room to glimpse the unusual addition. He didn't bother to open it, but had to bend at the knees as he lifted its hefty mass, feeling the weight of the three enormous tiers inside.
The Omega's jaw dropped as his mate staggered into the nest with the cake; the sheer size of the box meant a very large cake inside. Maybe just the top tier right now? he sent tentatively, Want to savour it. Too full to eat lots of it. More tomorrow. Cake now, please? he purred, crawling forward to rub himself against his mate's legs. Sherlock had set the cake on the flat-topped changing station, so there was no danger of dislodging it, and John mewed up at his mate needily, rubbing his face adoringly against the Alpha's thigh. Cake, please... such a thoughtful Alpha, good mate...
Sherlock purred as he looked down at him, wrapping an arm around the Omega's side to draw John up so he could see the cake better as the Alpha revealed it. No more than you want, he agreed, Ordered it special, just for you. Just what you like. He was vibrating with pride a little, the Omega's fawning making him feel more confident in his decision. Carefully, he pushed aside the twine keeping the upper and lower parts of the parcel secured together, and lifted the lid of the box.
The cake was magnificent: three thick tiers iced perfectly in pale lemon-coloured buttercream, the top of each tier lightly dusted with citrus zest and curls of candied lemon peel. An apology cake, the Alpha declared with a delighted smile as he observed his mate's reaction.
John gasped at the beautiful cake, eyes wide, and for a moment he was utterly speechless. Every detail showed how much Sherlock had wanted to please him, and he barely managed to gather his thoughts enough to send Perfect, so perfect, my thoughtful Alpha, thank you… couldn't have asked for better, such a perfect cake as he moaned in want and grinned widely at his mate, rubbing more firmly against him before drawing back, settling in an impatient heap on the bed before scrambling aside, ready to climb into Sherlock's lap. The detective sat up against the headboard, holding a large plate with several generous slices on it, and John purred, a seductive smile painting his face as he crawled forward and began to lap at his mate's cock. Want to be sat on your cock as you feed me, he murmured, want to be as stuffed as I can get, full of food and your babies and your cock. Want you in me as I swell for you...
As you wish, the Alpha rumbled, his enormous cock already erect and dripping from the Omega's praises. He tilted John's chin upwards, looking at his mate as if he were something delicious. Let me give you something better to occupy those pretty lips. I'd rather see your mouth around the treat I've bought for you, he grinned, guiding the pregnant man upwards. He set the plate aside for a moment as he helped guide the Omega down onto his massive cock, his hands steadying John's hips and then rubbing his belly possessively as he seated himself. I'm going to give you everything you've asked for, he hummed, one hand still splayed over the swell of the Omega's middle as he tore a large piece off one of the slices of cake and raised it to the other man's lips. Your favourite.
"Mmm," John hummed, smiling and laying his palms lightly on Sherlock's chest, accepting the cake with an affectionate lick to his mate's fingers. He savoured it greedily, pushing his belly forward to be rubbed some more as he began to roll his hips just a little. "So good," he breathed, "tastes so good. Perfect cake. More, please, Alpha?" he begged prettily, eyelids fluttering as he felt his mate's thick cock filling him. He could feel every inch of it, pulsing in time with Sherlock's heartbeat; he felt so connected to his mate, as if they would never again be capable of being two completely separate beings. Purring quietly he leaned forward to lap Sherlock's jaw. "More cake, please?"
Yes, anything, Sherlock breathed, smiling at the slight roughness of John's tongue against his skin. He rubbed slow circles over the Omega's belly as he broke off another large piece, Anything you like, as much as you like. He gave a deep, growling purr as he watched his mate eagerly eat the cake out of his hand. Crumbs of the lemon and poppyseed confection were soon the only evidence left as the Alpha reached for another piece, and then another, bringing each to his mate's lips as John rocked slowly against him. Between slices he began to lick the mess from the Omega's lips and chin, cleaning away the smears of frosting and cake before kissing John in earnest, tasting the sweetness in his mouth.
Love it when you hand-feed me, John purred lazily, smiling into their kiss and wrapping his arms around his mate's shoulders. You'll have to be careful you don't spoil me... They continued to rock languidly together as they kissed, making love slowly. So full, John murmured bashfully, so stuffed. Can't eat another bite... but... ready. Ready to swell for you, right here, impaled on your thick cock. Ready.
Mmm, but spoiling you is exactly what I'm trying to do, Sherlock hummed. His eyes had fallen closed as they kissed, but they'd opened with renewed anticipation at the Omega's next words. Both the Alpha's hands moved to the soft swell of his mate's belly, the bump already pressing outwards a little more now, stuffed full with an entire small tier of cake. The Alpha paused for a moment as he caressed it. You look incredible, you know. Just like this. His eyes flickered earnestly to his mate's. John couldn't possibly think that Sherlock was only interested in him when he was bigger. Then his gaze travelled to the small bump between them. John was ready, and so was he. He brought their lips together. I command you to swell for me, my Omega.
John mewed softly, surrendering to his Alpha's demanding mouth as he felt the force of the command roll through their bond. For a moment he wasn't certain it was going to work; he'd always been given a verbal command before, but then he felt it, the familiar contraction before he began to balloon outwards, his belly warping and shifting as their children grew and became greedy for space. His belly pushed forward, growing and swelling right under Sherlock's hands; he began to rock gently, fucking himself just a little on the Alpha's cock as the sensations brought him dangerously close to coming just from swelling for his mate. He felt his skin begin to stretch as his belly inflated, growing until he looked easily six months pregnant, the swollen mound pressing hard into Sherlock's flat abdomen. John panted lightly, whimpering a little as his eyes glazed over from the pleasure.
Sherlock had to shift as John grew, turning them both so he could slide away from the headboard, leaning farther back to accommodate the swell of John's growing belly as it pressed incessantly outward. Six months along with triplets meant that the Omega looked full term with one child, his belly now ripe and round, much more distinct than the soft swell it had been only minutes earlier. He eased himself up further once he was sure that his mate's inflation was in no danger of crushing his ribs. The Alpha's cock was massively hard inside his mate - he'd been on the cusp of coming until John's middle had pressed so hard into him he'd realized he needed to lie back initially to make room for its girth. He could sit most of the way up now, John's belly a large mass between them. The Alpha purred. His hands began to greedily run over his mate's middle, the low rumbling of his pleasure growing louder as he felt their babies roll and kick.
The Omega shivered lightly, unbelievable pleasure coursing through him and sparking from Sherlock's every touch on his taut skin. He panted, dazed, completely at his Alpha's command; he had no idea what he wanted, whether he wanted to ride his mate's rock-hard cock until they both came or if he wanted Sherlock to make him come just by rubbing and praising his belly. Contentment coursed through their bond, John purring stupidly as if unable to think of anything else to do, and he slowly blinked as his brain came back online, gazing trustingly at the Alpha. You'll take care of me, the look said, you'll know what to do. Tell me how to please you.
Sherlock's hands pressed harder against the taut skin in response, roaming slowly over John's gravidity. His lust-darkened gaze lay solely on the fullness of the Omega's belly and breasts; it flickered upwards briefly to test his mate's reaction as he began to massage his partner's engorged middle, his fingers exploring the flesh greedily, his cock practically throbbing inside the Omega in his excitement. Ducking his head, he dragged his teeth slowly over one darkened nipple as his thumb flicked the nub of the Omega's belly button. Move, he breathed, canting his hips in indication that John should continue his motions as he touched him, I want you to ride me while I touch you, want to see you torn between the pleasure of your bulging belly and the pleasure of my cock.
Mewing softly, John began to obey, shakily reaching out to fasten his arms around his mate's neck to keep himself anchored as he raised himself up a little and dropped back down slowly, languidly fucking himself on the Alpha's cock. His eyes were heavy-lidded, his face and chest flushed, his body weak and trembling and pliant as he moved, hardly knowing where each pleasurable sensation was radiating from; his belly was even more sensitive now that it was full and round and taut, Sherlock's greedy possessive touch making it even better. He was too far gone now to come just from Sherlock's hands on his belly, he didn't think he'd be able to bear his Alpha withdrawing his cock at this point, but he found it very difficult to care. As long as Sherlock was rubbing his swollen middle, worshipping his belly, he'd have done anything the Alpha wanted.
Sherlock growled possessively as he rubbed the Omega's engorged womb, his hips rolling forward in time with John's motions to help his mate along. John's breasts, too, had swollen, and the Alpha lapped at the trail of milk from where it dribbled from one plump nipple before latching on. Mine, he rumbled, feeling his pleasure build as he touched the Omega's belly, felt the curve and weight of it - the knowledge that he'd done this to John, to his Omega, was heady, intoxicating. He nibbled lightly on the plump bud between his lips. Fuck, you're incredible- so gorgeous- all round and plump and swollen out for me-
Yours, John returned eagerly, shuddering under his mate's hands. Love pleasing you like this. Love feeling your hands on my belly, claiming our pups. Tell me, Alpha, what do you love most about having me like this? he managed breathily, rocking a little faster on Sherlock's cock, arching his spine to accentuate his round belly, his gravidity pushing forward as he rode his made. Is it seeing the evidence of your claim on me? Knowing your children are growing inside me and I'll have to spread my legs and birth them whether I like it or not? Seeing me so plump and well fed and so obviously kept?
All of it, the Alpha moaned, Oh, god, all of it. He increased his pace, panting in heavy pleasure and arousal. So thoroughly mine when you're like this - covered in my scent, fat with my children and from my care. Seeing how much you adore me, how you mewl for my attentions, how pliant and wanton you are under my touch. You love being kept like this, don't you? He nipped lightly at the nub between his teeth before lapping at it soothingly, then turning his attentions to John's neck, I know my possessiveness affects you, Omega, how my dominance makes you so wet you're dripping. Tell me, my own, how was it in the park today, seeing me snarl at every passer-by? Did you know how enormous and hard my cock was underneath my coat, how much I wanted to free it so I could rut against you and show them all that you're mine?
I could smell it on you, John returned huskily, I could feel through our bond how much you wanted to claim us in front of everyone. He closed his eyes as he rocked faster, meeting his mate's little thrusts and moaning breathily as Sherlock's hands continued to roam over his swollen belly with the perfect amount of pressure. The triplets kicked against his hand and the Omega's breath hitched at the sensation. I do love being kept like this, he admitted shyly, never thought I would but by god, I do... I was without an Alpha for so long, it feels fantastic to let my instincts run me for a while... and you love being my Alpha, don't you? Having an Omega to care for and breed... you like the sense of power it gives you, how settled and calm it makes you feel. Oh god, Sherlock... you've always been my Alpha, always...
Sherlock's breath caught a little. He suddenly moved to capture the Omega's lips, redoubling his passionate attentions to John's middle. Always, he echoed with a deep rumble in his chest, you've always been the only Omega I could ever desire.. My beloved... My adored... He moaned into the kiss as their children kicked. Love being your Alpha, love you, love breeding you and caring for our family... Protecting you all... Mine... My own... he sent his pure adoration through the bond, enveloping the Omega in utter bliss and unconditional love.
John quivered and mewed prettily, returning the kiss eagerly, surrendering his lips to his mate. Sherlock's hands were trailing paths of exquisite pleasure over his taut flesh and he could feel the Alpha's cock pulsing inside him, getting close to orgasm. Love you too, he whispered huskily, love it when you let your Alpha loose, love the freedom you feel doing it, how fulfilled it makes you... love how strong your instinct to protect our family is, how you want to roar at strangers to keep them at bay... He panted heavily, sending adoration back through the bond, and then something more. Come for me Sherlock, he sent, bouncing a little faster, let me see you come from how much you love this, having me plump and pregnant in your lap...
The Alpha's eyes widened at the unexpected command, his cheeks flaming at his mate's assertiveness. Nnngh- fuck- John! he gasped, his hips stuttering and jerking upwards, his hands cupping the fullness of the Omega's middle with frantic possessiveness. He moaned loudly into John's mouth as he came hard, his blood burning with arousal as he felt the swell of John's belly rubbing against him, pressing firmly into his own flat abdomen. C-come- he managed brokenly, Need you-
"Yes," John hissed out loud, throwing his head back and grinding down hard on his Alpha's cock, his chest heaving as he began to come with a loud open-mouthed moan, his hole fluttering around Sherlock, milking every last drop of his release. Panting lightly as he returned to his senses, he shifted to press his forehead against his mate's, grinning. "That," he managed, "was fantastic. Happy anniversary, love."
"Happy anniversary, John."