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Tobio leans against the doorframe of the nursery, his arms crossed over his chest, just watching this vision that never fails to send this all-encompassing warmth curling within his chest.
Happiness is an understatement to what that feeling is.
Hinata is sitting in the rocking chair, their pup, Haruto—a tiny, squirming bundle with Hinata's bright orange hair and Tobio's serious dark eyes—latched onto his chest. Haruto makes soft, contented little suckling noises, and a wave of something so potent and possessive washes over Tobio that he has to physically restrain himself from marching over and pulling them both into his arms.
It's been four months. Four months since they brought this tiny life home. And for four months, Tobio has been living in a state of near-constant, low-grade arousal. It's all because of this. Because of the way Hinata's body has changed.
The doctor, and Hinata's own mother, had been insistent. "Breast is best, Shouyou," he'd overheard his mother-in-law saying on the phone. "It's so good for their immune system."
Hinata, ever the diligent omega, had taken it to heart. He exclusively breastfeeds their pup, and his body has responded with an almost comical abundance.
His breasts, always a nice handful built from years of training and playing a highly physical sport, are now fuller, heavier, sometimes leaking at the slightest provocation—a cry from the pup, a warm shower, or, Tobio has discovered, a particularly intense look from him.
He finds it so fucking hot. It's a primal thing. His omega is nourishing their young, his body providing everything their pup needs, a display of health, of fertility, of his omega's incredible strength.
And Tobio's alpha senses are absolutely raging with it. As embarrassing and as ostentatious it might be, he wants to puff out his chest and preen, wants to scent-mark Hinata until the entire house smells like his satisfied omega—bergamot and coconut airy notes that make Tobio’s heart and soul sing.
Haruto finally unlatches, letting out a tiny, milky burp before falling asleep against Hinata's shoulder. Hinata gently pats his back, swaying slightly.
Amber-golden eyes find Tobio when he looks up, a soft, tired smile gracing his lips. His shirt is still unbuttoned, and Tobio's gaze is immediately drawn to the damp, flushed skin of his chest. His nipples are peaked and reddened from the pup's suckling, and a single bead of milk wells up on the one just used.
Tobio traps the growl threatening to escape his throat at the absolutely delicious sight.
"Hey," Hinata calls, an amused lilt in his voice. "You've been staring for ten minutes."
"Can't help it," Tobio grumbles, pushing off the doorframe and walking into the room. He carefully lifts Haruto from Hinata's arms, his large hands gentle as he places their baby in the crib.
The pup sighs in his sleep, tiny fists clenched. Tobio stands there for a moment, his heart becoming too large to contain in the confines of his chest.
This is his family. His.
He turns back to Hinata, who is watching him with that knowing, sleepy look, his long, feathery lashes casting pretty shadows across his rosy, freckled cheeks.
He’s so damn beautiful that it makes Tobio think he’s likely born under a lucky star to be able to mate with such a beautiful, strong omega.
Tobio's eyes drop back to his mate’s chest, the thin fabric of his shirt nothing but a gauzy film over the damp swells of Hinata’s breasts, reddish nipples still ripe for taking.
"Are you sore?" he asks hoarsely, couldn’t keep the desire from slipping in and between the words.
"A little," Hinata admits, the pink on his cheeks blossoming a shade darker. "They're always so sensitive now."
Tobio is on his knees in front of the rocking chair before he's even consciously decided to move. He puts his hands on Hinata's thighs, looking up at him. "Let me.”
He can see and feel the way Hinata's breath hitches. He knows what Tobio is asking. They've done this before, but it never fails to send a jolt of electric anticipation straight to his already aching groin.
Hinata nods slowly, his fingers coming up to card through Tobio's hair, sending more sparks through every nerve in his body with the soft scratch of his omega’s touch. "Okay."
Tobio doesn't waste a second. He leans in, nuzzling his face against the soft, warm skin of Hinata's chest and inhales deeply, the comforting scent of his omega, milk, and sweet arousal flooding his senses. It's intoxicating, better than any scent he's ever beheld.
Ever so gently, he pulls the fabric of the shirt aside, baring the other breast, the one that's still leaking. With a barely suppressed huff of anticipation, he flicks his tongue out to lap at the bead of milk resting on the peaked nipple, and the taste explodes on his tongue.
It's sweet, impossibly sweet, with a unique creamy flavor that is purely Hinata, and the sensation of the warm fluid sliding down his throat triggers a primal, possessive heat in his gut. He groans, the sound rumbling from his chest, all the way down to his ever growing erection, feeding the alpha in him already growing wild.
This is his omega, providing for their pup, and now for him. It's a claim, a bond, an intimacy so profound it makes his head spin, throws him to the edges of the universe and pulls him back home.
To this. His family.
Unable to deny himself any longer, he closes his lips around the delectable nipple and sucks.
Hinata gasps, his back arching. "Tobio..."
Ugh, that sound. That sound of utter surrender, one of many proofs that he can give pleasure to his mate as well as Hinata gives it to him. And so he gives—every suck and lick hungry, demanding, and he can feel the milk letting down, a rush of warmth and sweetness into Tobio's mouth.
Greedy is an understatement with the way he laps and drinks every drop of milk from Hinata’s soft tit. His one hand comes up to cup and squeeze the other breast, feeling its weight, the milk resting within, ready for him.
With a groan that sounds more animal than human, he switches sides, his mouth latching onto the other nipple, his tongue swirling and teasing.
He's so fucking hard now, painfully so, his cock straining against the fabric of his jeans. The taste of Hinata's milk, combined with the little whimpers and moans falling from his lips, is unraveling him, every part of him falling apart in tendrils of indulgent ribbons, such is the power his omega has over him.
"Fuck, Shouyou," Tobio pants, pulling back with a soft pop, a string of glistening milk connecting his lips to Hinata’s chest, a mess of Tobio's saliva and his own milk.
Hinata’s face is no better—face flushed crimson, eyes glassy with pleasure, breath as hot and ragged as Tobio’s. "You taste so good,” he growls. “So fucking good."
He wants more. He wants everything. He wants to be inside him, to feel his heat, to bury his knot so deep that Hinata won't be able to walk straight after. The uncontrollable want and need to breed him all over again, to fill him up until he's pregnant with another pup, overtakes any other rational and logical thought out of his mind.
He stands up, startling his mate, and pulls him out of the rocking chair. "Bedroom. Now."
Hinata stumbles after him, a dazed, blissful smile on his face. “Someone’s being very alpha today,” he teases.
Tobio ignores him as he practically carries Hinata to the adjoining bedroom, his alpha instincts screaming at him to take, to claim, to possess. He kicks the bedroom door shut behind them earning another teasing laugh from his mate.
But that laughter quickly turns into a yelp when Tobio practically tackles him to the bed. Yelping that he swallows with his mouth, and the taste of Hinata mingles with the taste of his milk, earning a rumbling groan from both of them.
“Tobio…” Hinata hiccups between their lips, and his breath continues to come in staccatos as Tobio trails kisses and nips on the omega’s swollen lips, his cheeks, the strong line of his jaw, that sensitive spot behind his ear.
When Hinata nuzzles on Tobio’s scent gland, breathing warm and needy against it, it snaps the last string holding Tobio’s sanity altogether.
“Shit, Shouyou,” he practically growls. He detaches himself from Hinata’s neck, all sense of delicacy thrown out of their bedroom window as he forcibly rips open the rest of Hinata's shirt, the buttons scattering, Hinata’s breasts finally on full display.
The sight of the milk welling up, pearling at the rosy, sensitive skin of Hinata's taut nipples, makes Tobio’s mouth water, short of panting with his tongue out like a rabid dog. He leans in, his breath hot against the sensitive peak, and takes the entire swollen bud into his mouth.
Hinata gasps, his back arching off the mattress as Tobio’s tongue swirls around the hardened nub. It’s intoxicating—the taste, the feel, the sound of his mate. Tobio suckles with the ferocity of a starved man, his cheeks hollowing as he draws out the sweet, rich fluid.
"Mmmph... Tobio," Hinata moans, his fingers tangling in the dark strands of Tobio’s hair, urging him on. "Don't stop... take it all. I'm full for you."
Tobio pulls back with a soft pop, a string of glistening milk connecting his lips to Hinata’s chest. Hinata’s chest heaves, the skin flushed a deep, needy red, the milk leaking from the other nipple in a slow, steady dribble that Tobio immediately laps up, his tongue tracing the areola before sucking again.
He looks up, meeting Hinata’s blown-up amber eyes, streaking gold with the way the afternoon light washes over him, molten with want that Tobio is sure matches his own.
“Take me, my alpha,” Hinata purrs.
Tobio obliges, because he’s never been able to deny his mate anything. Not tosses, or meat buns, or holding to that promise of reaching the top and to whatever end Hinata pulls him to.
He latches onto Hinata’s chest again, all slobbered up, the scent of their arousal and milk a kindle to the raging fire in his blood. He sucks and nips harder this time, his hand massaging the other breast to encourage the flow, his hands roaming all over Hinata's body, mapping out the familiar territory. Hinata is writhing beneath him, a soft, broken cry escaping his throat as Tobio drinks from him.
Hinata’s legs fall open beneath Tobio’s thighs, a clear invitation. The sweet, slick scent of his arousal fills the air and Tobio growls.
"God, Tobio, please fuck me," Hinata whimpers, grinding his hips up helplessly around Tobio’s stomach. Only him can sound so desperate and bossy at the same time, his scent a mix of desperation and annoyance. “Fuck me, alpha, please.”
Tobio finally pulls away, leaving both nipples red and glistening. “So vulgar, Shou,” he smirks as he sits back on his heels, and Hinata, ever the menace, smirks right back and opens his legs wider.
With a growl, Tobio fumbles with his own jeans, shoving them down along with his boxers. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of Hinata's sweatpants and pulls them off, tossing them aside.
Hinata is already wet, his slick glistening in the afternoon light, and Tobio couldn't wait another second as he lines himself up, the tip of his cock nudging against the tight, fluttering entrance.
Slowly, he pushes inch by inch, savoring the delicious stretch and warmth of his omega, the melodious noises of Hinata’s breathy gasps as all of Tobio’s cock is swallowed whole.
"You're so tight," Tobio grits when he bottoms out, his forehead dropping to rest against Hinata's shoulder. "So perfect for me."
Hinata only responds with a whimper, ass pushing back into Tobio, amber eyes hazy but glinting with both lust and love that the difference hardly matters.
And that pushes Tobio to move, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in with a force that made the bed frame shake.
“Oh, fuck, Tobio!” Hinata screams, hands clutching at Tobio’s shoulders, fingers digging into his skin.
Driven by a primal need he can't control, Tobio begins a maddening pace, his thrusts hard and deep. Every time he pushes in, he's reminded of how this body created their child, how it nurtures and sustains them.
He leans down, his mouth finding Hinata's nipple again, sucking as he fucks him, his groans muffled as he feels Hinata clench tightly around his cock.
“Oh god, Tobio, I’m—I’m not gonna last long,” Hinata cries beneath him, nails digging deeper into Tobio’s skin, making his own marks.
Tobio unlatches his mouth from the abused breast, spit and milk smearing his mouth, only to capture Hinata’s lips with his, tasting his moans, hips unrelenting as his cock pummels into the tight, warm hole of his omega.
“Then cum for me,” Tobio breathes against Hinata’s lips.
Hinata obliges oh-so-beautifully as his body seizes and convulses, and Tobio leans back just enough to see Hinata’s cock spill between their stomachs, his vicious pace uninterrupted as Hinata rides through his orgasm. Tobio choruses with Hinata with his low, keening moans as his dick gets clamped down hard.
It almost tips Tobio to the edge, too—the erotic sight of Hinata reaching his pleasure, the feel of it all over Tobio’s cock—and his core coils hot, the telltale swell of his knot slowly beginning to form.
Almost—but not enough. He’s always been greedy and selfish when it comes to Hinata, with his attention, his love, his taste, and right now, with the thought of breeding him, of putting another pup in him right now, that greed is consuming him and any rational thoughts still clinging in the recesses of his lust-addled mind are gone.
Tobio pulls back, the friction of his barely formed knot catching at Hinata's rim before he manages to work himself out with a wet, obscene sound.
“T-Tobio?” Hinata wheezes, cock still spouting dribbles of cum, but he doesn't give Hinata a moment to recover. He flips him over onto his stomach, ignoring the way Hinata squeaks both at the motion and the loss of fullness.
He grips Hinata's hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as Tobio pulls up, and it doesn’t take long before Hinata understands, trembling as he braces himself on his hands and knees, presenting himself to Tobio like a goddamn prize.
The sight of his omega spread out, glistening with sweat and slick—fuck.
He slams back into him without any preamble.
"Ah!" Hinata cries out, his head dropping down on the pillow, and Tobio smirks in satisfaction, knowing he hit that spot on the first try. "Tobio, there—that—oh my god—”
Gripping Hinata’s waist in place, he starts to pound into him, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing, mingling with the sound of Hinata’s incoherent screams and Tobio’s rumbling groans.
He can take Hinata so deep like this, every ridge of his shaft dragging against Hinata's walls. It feels like fucking paradise.
"You're so beautiful like this," Tobio grunts, leaning forward to bite at the mating mark he gave Hinata five years ago. Hinata shivers, whimpering at the light dig of Tobio’s teeth, at the drag of his tongue as he laves over the fresh marks he left. “My beautiful omega.”
Hinata looks over his shoulder to meet Tobio’s gaze. “My alpha,” he whispers, golden eyes full of reverence, of love.
Tobio stumbles and falls at the words, at the look, and he leans forward to kiss him senseless, sloppy and messy despite this all-consuming feeling threatening to liquify him.
Not breaking the kiss, he pulls Hinata up with him, his pace becoming erratic, arms wrapping into Hinata’s slick, sweaty body as he rams into him, harder, faster, one hand grabbing Hinata’s breast, milk still leaking out of it. Hinata breaks the kiss with a gasp, breathless at Tobio’s punishing pace.
And because he’s operating on primal, wholly alpha instincts, he nips at Hinata’s earlobe then whispers, “I’m going to breed you. I’m going to fill you with my knot and you’re going to give me another pup.”
Only a sonorous moan answers him, and Tobio swears a litany of curses with Hinata’s name as Hinata clenches tightly around him again, once again coming untouched as he spurts cum all over their messed up bedsheets, as if in compliance to his demand, as if in challenge for Tobio to make good on that demand.
And Tobio never backs down from a challenge. Especially not from his omega.
Grabbing Hinata’s already bruised up waist as an anchor, pulling him flush against his body, he thrusts up one last time, burying himself as deep as he can go, his knot locking them together.
“Mine,” he grunts as he comes with a loud roar, vision seeing stars and galaxies as he empties himself into Hinata's body, flooding his channel with thick, hot seed.
He holds his omega close, burrowing his face in Hinata's sweat-slicked neck as his knot swells, expanding to lock them together in a desperate, possessive embrace, letting the earth-shattering aftershocks of undiluted ecstasy tremble through both of them.
“Tobio…” Hinata whimpers and the small sound cuts through the euphoric haze clouding Tobio’s brain. “I can't move."
"I know," Tobio kisses the curve of his shoulder. "Just stay still. Let me hold you.”
Slowly, carefully, Tobio collapses back to the bed, careful not to crush Hinata, his knot still tying them together. Their ragged breaths chase each other, bodies slick with sweat. Tobio presses his face into Hinata's neck, licking and sucking at his mating mark.
He lifts his head to look at the man beneath him. Hinata's eyes are closed, a serene, satisfied expression on his face. His chest is still messy, his lips swollen.
Tobio has said it before and he’ll say it a million times—his omega is beautiful.
His heart swells with a love so fierce it almost hurts. He's a fucking idiot most of the time, but this—this is what he's good at. Loving his omega. Loving their family.
"Love you," he murmurs, his voice soft and hoarse.
Hinata's eyes flutter open. He smiles, that same blinding smile that mended Tobio’s lonely heart and lit up his weary soul. "Love you too, Tobio," he whispers back. Then the idiot decides to ruin the moment as he shifts slightly, wincing as the movement tugs at where they're still locked together. "You're heavy."
Tobio grunts but makes no move to shift his weight. He likes this, the feeling of being connected, of being anchored to his omega, the weight of Hinata's body under his, the smell of their sex thick in the air.
He lowers his head again, not to Hinata's neck this time, but to his chest and presses a soft, open-mouthed kiss to a milk-stained nipple.
Hinata shivers, a soft sigh escaping him. "You're insatiable."
"You're delicious," Tobio counters, his voice muffled against Hinata's skin. He licks a slow stripe, cleaning the remnants of his earlier feast. The taste is still there, fainter now, mixed with the salt of their sweat, but it still makes his cock twitch inside Hinata. He's still hard, or at least, half-hard, a lingering effect of his rut-like arousal.
He knows they'll be tied like this for a while yet, his knot still swollen, still pumping his seed. It always takes a while, with Hinata being so good at milking his cock dry like he’s some goddamn sex demon.
But he’s not complaining. No, he’s immensely grateful for it because it gives him time—time to worship the body that gives him everything.
He starts a slow, deliberate exploration with his mouth, beginning with languid kisses on the soft swell of Hinata's breast, the sensitive skin underneath, the curve of his ribs. Hinata's heart beating against his lips is a steady, reassuring rhythm, the same rhythm he listens for every night when he checks on their pup. The same rhythm that his own heart echoes to the last beat.
"Hey," Hinata says softly, his hand coming up to stroke Tobio's hair. "What are you doing?"
"Memorizing you," Tobio replies honestly. He nips gently at the skin just above Hinata's heart. "In case I forget how lucky I am."
Hinata lets out a breathy laugh. "You're such a sap. A big, knotted, alpha sap."
"Your sap," Tobio growls, lifting his head to look at him, at this omega who is his someone better. "All yours."
Hinata's smile softens. He lifts his head, and Tobio meets him halfway, their lips crashing together in a messy kiss, all sloppy and wet and too much tongue, and they’ve probably had kisses with more finesse than this, but this one feels like a reaffirmation of everything they are to each other and everything they will be in the future.
They spend the time kissing and cuddling and bickering about what they’ll have for dinner until Tobio’s knot finally starts to go down, the pressure lessening. He shifts, slowly pulling out, and Hinata whines at the loss, a soft, needy sound that feeds Tobio's protective instincts.
He immediately rolls to the side, pulling Hinata with him until the omega is sprawled across his chest, his head tucked under Tobio's chin.
Tobio wraps his arms around him, holding him tight. He can feel the wetness of his own cum leaking out of Hinata, marking his thighs, and the thought is intensely satisfying. He's claimed him, marked him, bred him. His alpha purrs in contentment.
They lie in familiar, comfortable silence for a long time, the only sounds their breathing and the faint, distant hum of the baby monitor. It’s a miracle Haruto had slept through, despite their… noises. Though perhaps their pup is used to it; he was made amidst those noises after all.
Tobio trails his fingers up and down Hinata's spine, enjoying the way Hinata’s skin pebbles at his touch, and presses closer.
"You know," Hinata says, sleepiness lacing his voice. "My mom said breastfeeding can be a form of birth control."
Tobio snorts. "Yeah, well, your mom never had to deal with an alpha who gets a hard-on just thinking about it."
Hinata laughs, a full, throaty laugh that makes his whole body shake. "True." He tilts his head back to look at Tobio, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "So... you really want another one?"
The question hangs in the air, heavy with implications. Tobio knows he made that claim with his alpha going wild on instinct, but—
Tobio looks down at Hinata, at his messy hair, his sated smile, his beautiful, capable body, the one that birthed the wonderful pup in the next room, a perfect combination of them both.
They’d retired once they decided they wanted to have a pup, leaving the stellar careers they’d always dreamt of to chase another one. And he wants that dream to be achieved to the fullest, as long as Hinata wants it with him.
And by the look Hinata is giving him, at the softness of those golden doe eyes, he knows he wants it. Wants it all as much as Tobio yearns.
"Yeah," he says. "I do. I want a whole team of them. I want to see you holding our pup, swollen with our next one."
Hinata giggles. “A team, huh? They’d be unstoppable, with your genius and murderous glare.”
Tobio just snorts, even though he wishes all their pups take after his omega—sunlight and joy given life.
Then his mate’s teasing face softens as he leans up and kisses Tobio, a soft, sweet kiss, almost chaste and innocent but laced full of promise.
"Okay," he whispers against Tobio's lips. "But you're changing all the diapers."
"Deal," Tobio says without hesitation. He pulls Hinata closer, tucking his head under his chin again. He closes his eyes, breathing in the scent of his omega, his mate, the mother of his child.
With Hinata’s soft snores as lullaby, Tobio floats into sleep, dreaming the dream they promised each other—a house full of little rascals that will surely take after their dumbass of a dad—and Tobio smiles at the thought of it soon becoming a reality.