Warning: ABO. An R-18 series. Mob characters may occur occasionally.
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"... Soraru-san... Wait-"
Mafumafu stopped at his word and choked on air when Soraru rammed back inside of him after their third round tonight, making this the fourth. He remembered sinking into the bed as his body turned into jelly, losing all strength on the top half of his body, but Soraru picked him back up and forced him to straddle him.
"... It's too deep-... Ah!" Mafumafu cried, and moaned loudly when the tip of Soraru's erection kept knocking up against the door of his womb. It was as if he was asking if he could impregnate him.
Trust him, he wanted him to.
"Mafumafu..." Soraru breathed out, not seeming to have the usual composure that he always has. He exerted a little more strength on his arms so that he could move Mafumafu more quickly and effectively, making him bounce and quiver on him.
It was the fourth round, and it was still as rough and strong as the first. Soraru's erection was still large and hard, and Mafumafu was thankful; for the first time in his life, that he was an Omega. If he wasn't one, he wasn't sure how he could possibly make Soraru feel good like this too.
"Wait... Soraru-san..." Mafumafu tried his best to keep his voice steady but it still came out trembling as Soraru continued to pump in and out of him. He tried to push Soraru away by the shoulders with his hands that had been there since the start, but Soraru didn't want to listen to him.
Soraru lifted his hips, ramming himself in harder, and that made Mafumafu throw his head back with his mouth opened due to the impact, saliva trailing down his chin from the corner of lips. The muscles at his jaws just refuse to listen, leading him to letting out moans that he found ugly and dirty, but it was apparently cute to Soraru and music to his ears.
His back arched in an angle that made it a lot easier for Soraru to move, and that was what he continued doing, despite Mafumafu telling him to stop. And Mafumafu was too physically weak to push Soraru away or pull Soraru out of him. He actually loved that Soraru was needing him as much as he needed him, and he wanted to give him more.
But he wasn't sure if he should.
"... Soraru-san, you're not wearing a condom..." Mafumafu took the chance to say what he needed to say when Soraru slowed down to let Mafumafu catch his breath and was in the middle of showering him with kisses, planting hickeys all over his body.
"We've already done it three times with the condom on," he stopped trailing kisses on Mafumafu's skin and lifted his head to look up at Mafumafu, looking him in the eyes as he seeked permission for them to just do it like this. Mafumafu's heart squeezed a little at that gesture because Soraru rarely acted like this and it reminded Mafumafu of a puppy.
He was not going to lie, but he would always want to give in to him every time he did this.
"I'll get pregnant if you don't," Mafumafu said softly, however, while fighting against the urge to let Soraru keep this up. He cupped Soraru's face in his hands and let his thumbs caress his cheeks.
"Is that a bad thing?" Soraru caught Mafumafu's left hand and turned his head ever so slightly to the left to plant kisses into his palms.
Mafumafu wasn't sure what to say about that.
Soraru might have seen a change in Mafumafu's mood and behaviour, and he thrust upwards to surprise Mafumafu, causing him to let out a yelp and wrap his arms around Soraru's neck again. He watched as his blue eyes searched his for the doubts and questions Mafumafu had, but Soraru did not pursue him any further.
"Mafumafu, I promise I'll pull it out," Soraru pecked Mafumafu lightly on the jaw and started moving slowly again. "You stopping me like this is killing me, and you know you like this better than that 1.2mm barrier that we have when we use a condom,"
He was right, Mafumafu liked it better when they did it raw. But they still needed to take safety measures.
After Soraru made sure Mafumafu was satisfied, as a man of his words, he pulled out right after that. It was still up and standing, and it looked painful for Soraru to be stopping there, making Mafumafu feel bad about it.
"I'll deal with it later. Let's clean you up first," Soraru took a bite out of Mafumafu's lips and smiled before trying to get out of the bed with Mafumafu in his arms.
But he held Soraru down, not letting him take him to the bathroom, and wrapped his fingers around Soraru's erection.
"You could have went all the way if only you put on a condom..." Mafumafu pouted at him but did not forget to start moving his hands. "... How are you so stubborn, Soraru-san...?"
He got himself off of Soraru's lap, got down on fours, in between Soraru's legs, and licked the tip first before he opened his mouth to take it in. It was the first time he did this for Soraru, and he still couldn't believe that this was still in him just a couple of moments ago. His size never failed to amaze Mafumafu. His mouth was small to begin with, so it was near impossible for him to take the whole thing in.
"... It's worth being stubborn if it means I could see you like this," Soraru let out a careful breath when Mafumafu let his tongue swirl around his erection and allowed the tip to touch at the back of his throat. He placed his hand on Mafumafu's head, gently petting him as if to tell him that he was feeling good from whatever he was doing, and that made Mafumafu really happy.
He bobbed his head up and down, sucked greedily on Soraru's erection to form a vacuum space inside his mouth, and he could only feel Soraru getting harder and harder. He pulled backwards and let his erection spring out of his mouth before he took out an aluminium packet.
"Mafumafu, where did you get that from?"
"You scattered the condoms on the bed just now, remember?" Because they were already past their limit, and to be putting on a condom at that time was only challenging their patience. One could only imagine how much they needed each other.
He tore the packet open, took out the condom that had lubricant on, and put it into his mouth.
"Mafumafu!" Soraru tried to stop Mafumafu from doing that, but Mafumafu moved away before he could.
He used his teeth to make sure that the condom was properly positioned before he moved in to help Soraru put on the condom with his mouth, pushing it into his mouth as deep as it could allow. The smell of rubber was terrible, but Soraru's strong scent managed to cover that up. When he was sure he couldn't go any further, he used his hands to roll the condom down the remaining length of Soraru's erection.
"... There... " Mafumafu said in the softest voice. "It's ready now,"
"... Heavens," Soraru said in a strained voice through his gritted teeth. He let his fingers rake his bangs back, before he looked down at Mafumafu with eyes filled with a new spark of lust and want. "I'm not letting you off tonight,"
Soraru pulled Mafumafu to himself, and Mafumafu naturally sat onto his lap and let him put his erection back inside. Mafumafu let out a squeaky moan when the tip went past his prostate and knocked lightly against his womb again. Oh no, he was going to melt in Soraru's arms again.
"It was not like you were going to let me off that easily anyway," Mafumafu's body started twitching uncontrollably, his insides contracted violently and the mouth of his entrance sucked hard onto the base of Soraru's erection.
"I was going to," Soraru smiled and took Mafumafu's mouth with his.
Oh heavens, it all just felt so good, and Mafumafu honestly couldn't be bothered by the fact that he couldn't get out of bed tomorrow. Mafumafu heard Soraru say something in a low, dangerous voice before he lost himself into pleasure once again.
"But not anymore,"
-
By the time Mafumafu opened his eyes again, it was already in the late afternoon. He blinked a couple of times, staring up at the ceiling and when he remembered what he did with Soraru last night made his head hurt from the embarrassment. He pulled the blanket over his head but quickly pulled it back down before turning his head to see if Soraru was with him.
Well, it was only natural that he wasn't.
Soraru had other important things that he should attend to. Now that Mafumafu could keep track of time, he knew that Soraru would be at the bakery by five in the morning, which would also mean that he had little to no sleep last night. Heavens, they shouldn't have overdone it. If only he was sane enough to reject his invitation round after another then maybe Soraru would have gotten more rest.
Mafumafu let out a sigh as he tried to prop himself up to sit on the bed. His hips hurt, like a lot. It would seem that Soraru had sacrificed his sleep to help clean Mafumafu up last night. He was thankful, but he really didn't have to do that.
Geez... Soraru-san...
Mafumafu placed a hand on the back of his neck and touched the bite marks Soraru left on him with his fingertips. The marks were fading soon, considering that it was a week old. He trailed across the marks carefully, and he just felt kind of sad and lonely.
He was this close to being Soraru's partner if only he bit him properly that night. He needed to let his teeth sink into his skin, pierce through it and officially make him his. Soraru didn't try to bite him since then, even though his heat had not completely ended last week, and he had every chance and moment to do it.
But things weren't as simple as he hoped it was. The matter was not only between the two of them. It needed to be considered with Pon and Kon too. Which was why Mafumafu never sounded his thoughts after so long. He chose to wait and talk to Pon and Kon about it soon.
Mafumafu let out a sigh.
He shouldn't let this get to him at all. It would seem that Soraru could easily read his thoughts and if he found out that Mafumafu was feeling troubled over something, he probably would interrogate him until he would spill. It was such a perfect afternoon too, though it was a little too late for him to say that; he ought to find himself something to distract him from the cloud of negativity.
He pulled the covers off of him before he turned to grab the notebook where Soraru would have written his entire schedule in and see if Soraru would be busy tomorrow. Soraru didn't have a lot to attend to and it would seem he would have the afternoon free before he would need to go back to the bakery in the evening.
It had been years since Mafumafu was able to see, and he was wondering if they should go watch the cherry blossoms together at the park nearby but he hadn't the chance to ask because he didn't want to bother Soraru, as well as Pon and Kon. The kids had their homework to do for spring break, and not to mention, work at the bakery too.
There was also another thing Mafumafu couldn't quite wrap around his head with. He didn't know one would need to go out for so many meetings just for being an owner of a bakery. He cracked his head open a couple of times and came to a conclusion that it might be shops and pre-schools asking Soraru if he could supply bread for them, but that would be one abnormal amount of bread to bake. Soraru brought home a bag filled with documents the other time too, and that made him sit at his table in the study for hours before he came back into the bedroom late at night, and climbed into bed with Mafumafu after washing up.
He had not an idea that Soraru had such a busy schedule when he still hadn't gotten his eyesights back, and he honestly wondered how much he must have troubled Soraru back then.
It was no time for him to be sitting here on the bed if he planned to go watch the cherry blossoms with Soraru and the kids. He wasn't sure if Soraru would agree to the sudden invitation but even so, he felt the need to do some of the preparations if they were going to do it tomorrow. He was just going to make some food that they could munch on for lunch, and if Soraru couldn't make it, they could always have it for dinner.
Mafumafu moved his legs so that they could hang off the edge of the bed and tried to stand up, but his legs almost gave out. It was a good thing he quickly leaned against the wall closest to him. He suddenly remembered that this was how he made his way around the room a few months ago. He smiled wryly at how similar the situation he was in, except that it wasn't.
Oh, how things had changed since then.
He inched his way slowly and carefully to the door so that he wouldn't trip and fall. He realised that Soraru worried about him more than he thought he would. It constantly reminded him that he was loved by him, and that honestly made Mafumafu tear up sometimes when he thought about it.
The door was left ajar, and Mafumafu wondered if anyone came into the room earlier while he was asleep. He didn't think there would be anyone home since Soraru jotted down on his notebook saying that he would be done with work this evening but he could hear sounds coming from the living room downstairs.
He stepped out of the room and approached the railings on the extended second floor of the apartment unit which resembled a balcony that Mafumafu wasn't quite sure of the right term for. Mafumafu leaned forward and looked at the kids and Soraru who were below him in the living room. They all had their back towards him so they didn't know that Mafumafu was there. He was just about to call out to them, but something Soraru said stopped him.
"Pon, Kon, I have something I need to ask the both of you," Soraru said as he patted Kon on the head and let her lean into him before he wrapped one arm around her and the other around Kon. "It's about Mafumafu,"
Even though the atmosphere in the living room were all soft like fluffy clouds just a couple of moments ago, it was now all serious and heavy in a split second. Mafumafu felt unsettled about this, unsure of why he was suddenly brought up into the conversation.
"What about Mafu-kun, Papa?" asked Pon.
"Kon is sure that it's about asking for Mafu-kun's hand," Kon rubbed her head into Soraru's chest before looking up at her father. Pon did the same too. The both of them were waiting for Soraru to continue what he had to say.
"Kon's right. Papa was indeed going to talk about that," Mafumafu couldn't see it, but he could definitely hear Soraru smile when he said that. Soraru ran his fingers through his daughter's hair before he turned to his son and rubbed his head, ruffling his hair up. "But this is not only between Papa and Mafumafu, it also involves the both of you,"
Mafumafu bit onto his lower lip. This was something that he had always wanted to ask ever since he and Soraru had come clean about their feelings, and that was months ago. He didn't know how he was supposed to start, neither did he have the courage to. The uneasiness would show on his face and Soraru must have noticed it.
"Our teachers at school taught us about the subgenders," Pon said. "Is Papa going to talk about that too?"
"Yeah," Soraru said with a smile.
"Pon and Kon know that Papa is an Alpha, but what about Mafu-kun?" asked Kon.
"He's an Omega," Soraru answered.
"If Papa's asking us if he could ask for Mafu-kun's hand, does that mean Papa needs to..." Pon said shyly, his voice getting softer and softer by the end of his sentence but he never got to finish it.
"Yeah, Pon, Papa would need to do it," Soraru said calmly and let his back fall against the back of the couch.
"Does Papa love Mafu-kun?" Kon got out of Soraru's arm and laid down on the sofa with her head resting on his thigh instead, looking up at Soraru as she waited for his answer.
"I do," Soraru said softly.
"Our teachers said that once an Omega was bitten by an Alpha, there's no going back," Kon said as she tried to remember their physical education classes. She wasn't shy about the topic, unlike Pon, which surprised Mafumafu a little.
"That's right," Soraru said after a moment of silence. "They will be bound to the Alpha who bit them, and Papa just thinks that it isn't fair for them,"
Mafumafu felt a sting in his heart. It was a phrase he had heard from so many who pitied him for being an Omega, and he should already have gotten used to it. But with the way Soraru said it, he sounded genuine. Was that the reason why he would go to the extent even when he lost all of himself to Mafumafu, he forced himself to not bite Mafumafu at the place where he was supposed to?
"I think so too," Pon's voice had a hint of sadness in it. "Wouldn't Mafu-kun always be in danger when he's out on the streets?"
"He would be," Soraru said.
"Kon's glad we found Mafu-kun before anyone else..."
"Me too," Pon looked worriedly at Soraru.
Soraru let out a long sigh before he hugged Pon to him and held Kon's hand in his.
"Papa wants to protect Mafumafu, but the only way Papa can think of right now..." Soraru looked up into the far space in front of him, seeming like he was still thinking and reconsidering things. "... Was nothing but to actually make him mine,"
"Papa," Kon called out to Soraru as she twiddled with Soraru's fingers. "How much do you love Mafu-kun?"
"A lot," Soraru said in a soft voice without hesitation in his voice.
"More than Pon and Kon?"
"My love for all of you is incomparable," Soraru flicked Kon on the forehead, and she squeaked in pain for a little before grabbing Soraru's hand and biting it. "Though my love can come in many different forms,"
Pon and Kon looked at each other for a second and grinned happily at Soraru's answer. Mafumafu watched as the atmosphere around them had turned softer and mellow again, and he couldn't help but be in awe due to Soraru's words too. The feeling was as if marshmallows were melting in hot chocolate; warm and as sweet as sugar.
"Can Papa promise us something?" said Pon. It was the first time he spoke up after a while.
"What is it?" asked Soraru.
"Can Papa make Mafu-kun happy?"
"Papa will do everything he can to make him happy," Soraru placed his hand on the top of Pon's head.
"If Papa fails to do so, I won't forgive Papa," he frowned at Soraru. He was probably upset at the fact that Soraru was too calm about this. Mafumafu could strongly relate to that. "Do you promise?"
"I promise," Soraru smiled.
"Kon will bite Papa if anything happens to Mafu-kun!"
"Why are the both of you quickly assuming that Papa will be doing something bad to him?"
"That's because we always hear him cry when he's with you in the bedroom," Kon pointed up at Soraru with her tiny finger. Soraru caught her hand and tried to put it into his mouth, causing her to squeal and laugh before she continued, "It sounded like he was in pain,"
This was why he would always want to bite his lips or cover his mouth up when they had sex. He knew he was going to be loud and the kids would hear, but Soraru kept insisting that he wanted to hear him and that the kids were sound asleep! Mafumafu swore he was not going to let Soraru touch him for a week after this.
"Don't worry, nothing bad will happen to Mafumafu," Soraru laughed. "But what about the two of you? Are you okay with this?"
"What is Papa talking about?" Kon asked. "We both knew that Papa was calmer and more relaxed with Mafu-kun, and that you always seeked for his company, just like how we do. Papa has no idea how relieved Pon and Kon were when we saw how fond of Mafumafu you were,"
"Papa never seemed to be interested in anyone coming at Papa anyway, so we're more than okay about this. And plus," Pon tilted his head to the right and flashed a smile. "We know that Mafu-kun loves us as much as Papa does, and he's already part of the family. We wouldn't want anyone else but Mafu-kun,"
Mafumafu felt the back of his eyes burning before a tear streamed down his cheek, and then they all gradually started pouring out of his eyes uncontrollably. He reached up to wipe them off, but new batches of tears kept coming back up.
"You heard them, Mafumafu," Soraru said loudly, causing both Pon and Kon to turn to look around until they found Mafumafu standing upstairs.
When they spotted Mafumafu, he immediately crouched down to hide from them, but the railings didn't quite hide him very well.
"How long has Mafu-kun been standing there?!" exclaimed Pon. The tip of his ears were red. "Did Mafu-kun hear all the embarrassing things I've said?"
"But Pon, isn't it better if Mafu-kun heard it? Kon thinks that Mafu-kun probably had a lot he wanted to know,"
It was scary how accurate Kon's sixth sense was.
"How did you know that I was here, Soraru-san?!" said Mafumafu, still trying to stop his tears from falling. His visions were blurry but he saw Soraru stand up from the couch and walk up the stairs to him.
"Your scent got stronger, and I figured you might have woken up," Soraru said once he was next to Mafumafu. "What do you want me to do? Help you up or pick you up off the ground?"
"Idiot... Help me up...!"
Soraru chuckled and circled his arm around Mafumafu's waist and helped him stand up on his feet. Even after Mafumafu was able to stand on his own, he still refused to let go of Mafumafu.
Pon and Kon came running up after Soraru and started pooling at Mafumafu's feet.
"Are you really okay with me...?" Mafumafu asked carefully. He was sure how ugly he must look with all the tear stains on his face, not to mention his swollen face and eyes due to crying.
"Of course!" Pon and Kon said at the same time with a huge grin on their faces.
-
"Is it soon?"
Soraru led Mafumafu back into the bedroom after telling Pon and Kon to go finish their homework if they wanted to watch the cherry blossoms together tomorrow. He made Mafumafu sit on their bed, and he was now nodding to his question.
"I'll be fine though. It should be in a couple more days..."
"That'll be no good. What if it hits you suddenly?"
"But the cherry blossoms might go away very soon, Soraru-san,"
Soraru frowned at his lover who stubbornly insisted that they go out tomorrow. And he dared to call Soraru stubborn? He honestly didn't know what he should do with him.
"Just what is it I should do with you..." Soraru muttered aloud, not realising it until Mafumafu responded to him.
"Well, you could give in to me," Mafumafu tilted his head in a cute manner.
Heavens, he was already smelling really sweet and tempting from the start. Soraru didn't need another blow into his heart and sanity.
Soraru got onto his knee in front of Mafumafu, and with one hand at the back of Mafumafu's head, he pulled him down for a kiss. Mafumafu gasped in surprise since he probably didn't expect that, and Soraru quickly took the opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth to prod the roof of Mafumafu's mouth, making him open his mouth wider. It was in no matter of time before Mafumafu wrapped his arms around his neck.
Soraru slowly broke the kiss and licked the corner of Mafumafu's lips before he rubbed the saliva that dripped down his chin. He looked straight into Mafumafu's eyes, not allowing him to break eye contact with him. He could see that Mafumafu was trembling, but he was sure it was not from fear. It was not like how things used to be for the both of them after all.
"You heard me, didn't you?" Soraru pulled Mafumafu down so that his forehead was rested against his. He wanted the pressure to be there. He thought it'd calm him down if he did that, and that was precisely how he felt. "About what I said in the living room,"
He waited patiently for Mafumafu to respond as he watched his face glow red gradually. Mafumafu bit onto his lower lip and closed his eyes before he nodded ever so slightly. He touched the tip of Mafumafu's nose with his in a loving manner and leaned up to plant a chaste kiss at the corner of his lips. Mafumafu's eyes were filled with tears that threatened to drop.
How cute, Soraru thought.
"Then you should understand why I'm suggesting we go on a different day, right?" Soraru smiled at him, gently wiping away the tears off his cheeks.
"But Soraru-san only has tomorrow available," Mafumafu said, still attempting to make his stand.
"Mafumafu, I know you've probably realised this but you weren't sure what to make of it when you look at my schedule," Soraru said and petted him on the back of his head, in hopes that he would stop crying. "But I could always make time in my schedule,"
"No, you can't..." Mafumafu shook his head and sniffled a little.
"Yes, I can," Soraru laughed wryly at how adorable Mafumafu was even though he shouldn't be.
Mafumafu kept quiet after that and only sat there with his hands still on Soraru's shoulders. He looked really dejected about not being able to see the cherry blossoms, his behaviour resembled a child's.
"If I bite you," Soraru started, and this made Mafumafu flinch at the sudden mention of the subject. "You will be marked as mine forever,"
Mafumafu nodded timidly, his face was dyed in a deeper shade of red.
"I will bring you to places you want to go. I want you to do the things you want to do, especially painting since it has always been your passion," Soraru brought his hands back down and grasped Mafumafu by the wrists gently and put his hands back down on his lap. Soraru held both of his hands in his and lowered his head to kiss them. "I will pamper you and bathe you in love no matter how much you tell me you're sick of it,"
Mafumafu was frowning as hard as he could, and Soraru could only guess that it was so that he could stop his tears from flowing uncontrollably like they had just moments ago. He formed a straight line with his lips and bit down on his lips again; a habit that Soraru hoped he could change, but heavens...
It was amazing how happy and at ease he could feel when he was with Mafumafu. He had never smiled this much before, not to the extent where the muscles at his cheeks would hurt. He was told he was a man with few emotions in the past, and he thought so himself too.
Not anymore though.
"So won't you be mine?"
Because just look at how much he could love someone.
Soraru felt a sharp pain at his arm and he realised that Mafumafu was pinching him. When Soraru lifted his head to look at him again, Mafumafu had both sides of his cheeks puffed up, and he seemed fairly upset for some reasons.
"Mafumafu-san?" Soraru added an honorific at the back of Mafumafu's name, in fear that he might have actually said something wrong.
"... Don't ask such obvious questions...!" he pouted and pinched harder.
The fact that it hurt for Soraru meant that this all wasn't a dream.
"It hurts, Mafumafu-san," he gave Mafumafu a lopsided grin.
"Hmph!" Mafumafu turned his head away and let go of Soraru.
Heavens, his Omega was crazy adorable.
TBC