When the doorbell rang, Joe slipped his hand into Nicky’s, squeezing gently and bending to kiss his husband. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked, cupping Nicky’s face in his hands. “It’s not too late to change our minds, or I can be the one to try instead—“ but Nicky looked determined, if a bit nervous. “I want this, Joe. Or at least, I want what this can give us, want to have a child with you.” He nuzzled Joe’s cheek. “I’ll be in the bedroom getting ready, my love, you can go greet him.”
As Nicky perched on their king bed on his hands and knees, fingering himself open quickly and efficiently, he remembered the reviews they had read online. This breeding stud had come highly recommended, had a 92% success rate impregnating omegas on the first go, which was a major point in his favour. Nicky didn’t really fancy sleeping with anyone but Joe, and he wanted to do it as few times as necessary to get knocked up. He had also appreciated that many of the reviews commented on how professional the stud, Booker, was—no awkward small talk or pretending like they were making love, he apparently treated it like the procedure it was.
Nicky might not be turned on at the thought of taking any cock other than Joe’s, but he certainly was turned on at the thought of growing round with their child, and his fingers became wet with slick, letting him open himself up easier. He remembered the dimensions of Booker’s cock from the website, knew he would need to really work himself open if he wanted this to be comfortable.
The bedroom door opened, and it was just Joe at first, who he leaned down to kiss Nicky, eyes dark as he watched Nicky’s fingers working. “Are you almost ready, darling? Can I bring him in?” Nicky nodded, moaning as the pads of his fingers brushed his prostate. “I’m ready, Joe, ready to make you a father,” he whispered, and they shared another passionate kiss before Joe went out to get the stud.
Booker was objectively an attractive man, Nicky noted idly, which was nice—at least he wouldn’t be repulsed by the thought of what was coming. The man simply nodded, politely, and moved behind Nicky on the bed. Joe moved in front, cradling Nicky’s face in his his hands. Booker was dressed for easy access, and he simply pushed his sweatpants down, letting his cock bob free. He was still mostly soft, but he was still noticeably bigger than either Joe or Nicky, as was normal for an alpha. His nostrils flared slightly as he caught a whiff of Nicky’s and Joe’s mingled scents, and he wrapped a hand around himself, closing his eyes as he stroked himself to hardness.
Nicky swallowed, a bit intimidated at the sight of the thick length fattening up, and Joe pressed a reassuring kiss to his forehead. “It’ll be fine, my love, we’ll go slowly,” he assured him. Nicky nodded, pulling his fingers out a little shakily. “I’m ready,” he told the man, but it was only Joe he had eyes for. He was still looking at Joe as he felt the blunt head catch on his rim, slipping in his slick, and then felt the stud’s full girth entering him, inch by long inch. Nicky whined, pressing into Joe’s touch. “It’s big,” he gasped out, and Joe stroked his fingers over Nicky’s cheeks, soothing him. “Do you need to stop? Is it too much?” But Nicky shook his head, thighs trembling a bit with strain as the stud continued to push into him. “Just need to—ah!—adjust.”
Finally, finally, he felt the stud’s hips against his ass and knew that he had taken all of that thick length. Nicky let out a soft, overwhelmed groan. “Move, please,” he begged. Despite the stretch, it felt good, Booker’s cock stimulating places inside him that normally didn’t get touched, but he still wanted this to be over as soon as possible, wanted to feel the rush of come inside him that he hoped would bring him and Joe the child they had dreamed of for so long.
The stud obeyed, setting a rhythmic pace from the start that betrayed his years of practice and had Nicky rocking forward into Joe’s touch. He turned his head up, sweetly, hoping for a kiss, and Joe obliged him like he always did. The thick head of the stud’s cock grazed Nicky’s prostate and he yelped, the kiss with Joe turning filthy as he felt a wave of his slick bathe the length buried inside him, easing its way. “I am glad you can find pleasure from this,” Joe murmured, his fingers brushing Nicky’s kiss-swollen lips, and Nicky opened his mouth eagerly so that he could muffle his cries against Joe’s fingers.
It wasn’t surprising that, after years of providing such services, the alpha had built up an impressive stamina, and Nicky lost track of time as the stud kept up his steady pace of thrusts. Booker’s own breathing never faltered, and true to his professional reputation, he never let a groan or a whine escape, until right at the end, when Nicky heard a cut-off moan from behind him and then felt something thick pressing up against his rim. This was the moment he had been waiting for, he thought with a flush of excitement that cut through the fear of how on Earth he was going to fit that inside him. The alpha was going to knot him, was going to spill the release that could give them the child they wanted so desperately.
“Joe,” he whined, “his knot—“ and Joe carded his fingers through Nicky’s hair, reassuringly. “You can take it, darling. Our bodies know how to, see, you’re taking a little of it already.” The stud had stopped fucking into Nicky with his long deep strokes, instead was circling his hips so that his growing knot gently massaged Nicky’s entrance, and Nicky moaned at how surprisingly good it felt. “See,” Joe praised. “You’re going to open up for it beautifully, just wait. Does it feel good?” He asked, curious as neither of them had ever experienced this before, had found each other before they ever tried experimenting with alphas. “Yes,” Nicky groaned, a punched-out sound. “It rubs against me just right, sometimes catches on the rim a bit—“ he looked at Joe with wide eyes. “I want it inside,” he realised, a little surprised, and rocked back onto the stud’s length. It took him a few tries, but on the third attempt he felt the knot slip all the way in, stretching him impossibly wide, and Nicky groaned, long and low, and came untouched, just as he felt the first wave of the alpha’s release inside him.
The stud had his hands on Nicky’s hips, not gripping tightly but just bracing himself to keep the two of them in the most comfortable position as they were tied together. He was quiet except for his slightly ragged breathing as his cock would twitch and flood Nicky with another spurt. “He comes so much,” Nicky told Joe, eyes a little glazed with the intensity of it all. “Breeding you properly,” Joe agreed, satisfied. “Filling you with our child, my love,” and Nicky squirmed a bit on the length still tied to him, angling his face up so he could kiss Joe properly.
“Please, my darling,” he begged. “Please let me take care of you,” and Joe groaned. “You still want me afterwards, don’t you?” He checked, because they had talked about it earlier and Nicky had been adamant. “Yes, yes,” Nicky agreed, his eyes rolling back in his head briefly as he felt Booker shudder through another wave of his climax, his knot throbbing against Nicky’s inner walls. “But let me get you ready, please,” and Joe could never deny him anything. He sat back, legs curled under him inelegantly as he unzipped his jeans and peeled them off, left in his boxer briefs sporting a clear bulge.
Nicky shuffled forward as much as he could while he was still being knotted, got close enough to mouth wetly at his husband’s cock through the fabric, and Joe groaned. “Don’t tease me, baby,” he begged. “Watching you squirm on his knot as you get bred full of our child is already a lot,” and Nicky pulled back, waiting for Joe to peel off his briefs and feed his cock into Nicky’s waiting mouth, bit by slow bit. They both sighed out in relief as Nicky swallowed all of Joe; neither Nicky or Joe’s cocks were that large, as omegas, and Nicky had always liked how he could take Joe easily in his mouth, enveloping him entirely in his warmth.
The stud was far too professional to ever admit it, but Nicky thought privately that his front row view of Joe getting his cock sucked seemed to speed the process up a bit, as he spilled twice more in Nicky in rapid succession and then Nicky could feel the knot slowly deflate, loosening until they were able to pull apart. He pulled his mouth off of Joe’s length, then, tapping lightly at his thigh.
“He’s done, cuore,” he told Joe excitedly, and then graced the stud, who was pulling his pants up and grabbing his jacket, with a polite smile. “Thank you, I’ll be sure to recommend you highly on the site,” he complimented, and the man gave both of them a genuine grin. “Fingers crossed, I’m sure you’ll be wonderful fathers,” he remarked before seeing himself out.
He had no sooner closed the door than Joe was on Nicky in a flash, moving behind him to get a look at the aftermath. He groaned as he saw Nicky’s entrance, red and puffy, with little droplets of the stud’s release seeping out. “You look so full, Nicolò,” he said in awe. “He came in you so much I can’t imagine you’re not pregnant already,” and he reached around to caress Nicky’s flat belly, brushing across his husband’s cock was again starting to be interested in the proceedings.
“Take me, Joe,” he begged, and Joe stroked himself a few times as he watched the fine tremors of Nicky’s hole, clenching a bit in emptiness after the long minutes spread around the alpha’s knot. “You’ll hardly feel me after that huge length,” Joe admitted, maybe the barest hint of insecurity in his voice, and Nicky couldn’t have that. He flipped over onto his back, pulling Joe on top of him, kissing him deeply. “I’ll feel exactly what I want,” he murmured as he guided Joe to enter him, sighing at the familiar feeling. “Which is you, my husband, the light of my life and, God willing, the father of my child.”
Fill: Nicky/Joe/Booker, A/B/O, breeding
When the doorbell rang, Joe slipped his hand into Nicky’s, squeezing gently and bending to kiss his husband. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked, cupping Nicky’s face in his hands. “It’s not too late to change our minds, or I can be the one to try instead—“ but Nicky looked determined, if a bit nervous. “I want this, Joe. Or at least, I want what this can give us, want to have a child with you.” He nuzzled Joe’s cheek. “I’ll be in the bedroom getting ready, my love, you can go greet him.”
As Nicky perched on their king bed on his hands and knees, fingering himself open quickly and efficiently, he remembered the reviews they had read online. This breeding stud had come highly recommended, had a 92% success rate impregnating omegas on the first go, which was a major point in his favour. Nicky didn’t really fancy sleeping with anyone but Joe, and he wanted to do it as few times as necessary to get knocked up. He had also appreciated that many of the reviews commented on how professional the stud, Booker, was—no awkward small talk or pretending like they were making love, he apparently treated it like the procedure it was.
Nicky might not be turned on at the thought of taking any cock other than Joe’s, but he certainly was turned on at the thought of growing round with their child, and his fingers became wet with slick, letting him open himself up easier. He remembered the dimensions of Booker’s cock from the website, knew he would need to really work himself open if he wanted this to be comfortable.
The bedroom door opened, and it was just Joe at first, who he leaned down to kiss Nicky, eyes dark as he watched Nicky’s fingers working. “Are you almost ready, darling? Can I bring him in?” Nicky nodded, moaning as the pads of his fingers brushed his prostate. “I’m ready, Joe, ready to make you a father,” he whispered, and they shared another passionate kiss before Joe went out to get the stud.
Booker was objectively an attractive man, Nicky noted idly, which was nice—at least he wouldn’t be repulsed by the thought of what was coming. The man simply nodded, politely, and moved behind Nicky on the bed. Joe moved in front, cradling Nicky’s face in his his hands. Booker was dressed for easy access, and he simply pushed his sweatpants down, letting his cock bob free. He was still mostly soft, but he was still noticeably bigger than either Joe or Nicky, as was normal for an alpha. His nostrils flared slightly as he caught a whiff of Nicky’s and Joe’s mingled scents, and he wrapped a hand around himself, closing his eyes as he stroked himself to hardness.
Nicky swallowed, a bit intimidated at the sight of the thick length fattening up, and Joe pressed a reassuring kiss to his forehead. “It’ll be fine, my love, we’ll go slowly,” he assured him. Nicky nodded, pulling his fingers out a little shakily. “I’m ready,” he told the man, but it was only Joe he had eyes for. He was still looking at Joe as he felt the blunt head catch on his rim, slipping in his slick, and then felt the stud’s full girth entering him, inch by long inch. Nicky whined, pressing into Joe’s touch. “It’s big,” he gasped out, and Joe stroked his fingers over Nicky’s cheeks, soothing him. “Do you need to stop? Is it too much?” But Nicky shook his head, thighs trembling a bit with strain as the stud continued to push into him. “Just need to—ah!—adjust.”
Finally, finally, he felt the stud’s hips against his ass and knew that he had taken all of that thick length. Nicky let out a soft, overwhelmed groan. “Move, please,” he begged. Despite the stretch, it felt good, Booker’s cock stimulating places inside him that normally didn’t get touched, but he still wanted this to be over as soon as possible, wanted to feel the rush of come inside him that he hoped would bring him and Joe the child they had dreamed of for so long.
The stud obeyed, setting a rhythmic pace from the start that betrayed his years of practice and had Nicky rocking forward into Joe’s touch. He turned his head up, sweetly, hoping for a kiss, and Joe obliged him like he always did. The thick head of the stud’s cock grazed Nicky’s prostate and he yelped, the kiss with Joe turning filthy as he felt a wave of his slick bathe the length buried inside him, easing its way. “I am glad you can find pleasure from this,” Joe murmured, his fingers brushing Nicky’s kiss-swollen lips, and Nicky opened his mouth eagerly so that he could muffle his cries against Joe’s fingers.
It wasn’t surprising that, after years of providing such services, the alpha had built up an impressive stamina, and Nicky lost track of time as the stud kept up his steady pace of thrusts. Booker’s own breathing never faltered, and true to his professional reputation, he never let a groan or a whine escape, until right at the end, when Nicky heard a cut-off moan from behind him and then felt something thick pressing up against his rim. This was the moment he had been waiting for, he thought with a flush of excitement that cut through the fear of how on Earth he was going to fit that inside him. The alpha was going to knot him, was going to spill the release that could give them the child they wanted so desperately.
“Joe,” he whined, “his knot—“ and Joe carded his fingers through Nicky’s hair, reassuringly. “You can take it, darling. Our bodies know how to, see, you’re taking a little of it already.” The stud had stopped fucking into Nicky with his long deep strokes, instead was circling his hips so that his growing knot gently massaged Nicky’s entrance, and Nicky moaned at how surprisingly good it felt. “See,” Joe praised. “You’re going to open up for it beautifully, just wait. Does it feel good?” He asked, curious as neither of them had ever experienced this before, had found each other before they ever tried experimenting with alphas. “Yes,” Nicky groaned, a punched-out sound. “It rubs against me just right, sometimes catches on the rim a bit—“ he looked at Joe with wide eyes. “I want it inside,” he realised, a little surprised, and rocked back onto the stud’s length. It took him a few tries, but on the third attempt he felt the knot slip all the way in, stretching him impossibly wide, and Nicky groaned, long and low, and came untouched, just as he felt the first wave of the alpha’s release inside him.
The stud had his hands on Nicky’s hips, not gripping tightly but just bracing himself to keep the two of them in the most comfortable position as they were tied together. He was quiet except for his slightly ragged breathing as his cock would twitch and flood Nicky with another spurt. “He comes so much,” Nicky told Joe, eyes a little glazed with the intensity of it all. “Breeding you properly,” Joe agreed, satisfied. “Filling you with our child, my love,” and Nicky squirmed a bit on the length still tied to him, angling his face up so he could kiss Joe properly.
“Please, my darling,” he begged. “Please let me take care of you,” and Joe groaned. “You still want me afterwards, don’t you?” He checked, because they had talked about it earlier and Nicky had been adamant. “Yes, yes,” Nicky agreed, his eyes rolling back in his head briefly as he felt Booker shudder through another wave of his climax, his knot throbbing against Nicky’s inner walls. “But let me get you ready, please,” and Joe could never deny him anything. He sat back, legs curled under him inelegantly as he unzipped his jeans and peeled them off, left in his boxer briefs sporting a clear bulge.
Nicky shuffled forward as much as he could while he was still being knotted, got close enough to mouth wetly at his husband’s cock through the fabric, and Joe groaned. “Don’t tease me, baby,” he begged. “Watching you squirm on his knot as you get bred full of our child is already a lot,” and Nicky pulled back, waiting for Joe to peel off his briefs and feed his cock into Nicky’s waiting mouth, bit by slow bit. They both sighed out in relief as Nicky swallowed all of Joe; neither Nicky or Joe’s cocks were that large, as omegas, and Nicky had always liked how he could take Joe easily in his mouth, enveloping him entirely in his warmth.
The stud was far too professional to ever admit it, but Nicky thought privately that his front row view of Joe getting his cock sucked seemed to speed the process up a bit, as he spilled twice more in Nicky in rapid succession and then Nicky could feel the knot slowly deflate, loosening until they were able to pull apart. He pulled his mouth off of Joe’s length, then, tapping lightly at his thigh.
“He’s done, cuore,” he told Joe excitedly, and then graced the stud, who was pulling his pants up and grabbing his jacket, with a polite smile. “Thank you, I’ll be sure to recommend you highly on the site,” he complimented, and the man gave both of them a genuine grin. “Fingers crossed, I’m sure you’ll be wonderful fathers,” he remarked before seeing himself out.
He had no sooner closed the door than Joe was on Nicky in a flash, moving behind him to get a look at the aftermath. He groaned as he saw Nicky’s entrance, red and puffy, with little droplets of the stud’s release seeping out. “You look so full, Nicolò,” he said in awe. “He came in you so much I can’t imagine you’re not pregnant already,” and he reached around to caress Nicky’s flat belly, brushing across his husband’s cock was again starting to be interested in the proceedings.
“Take me, Joe,” he begged, and Joe stroked himself a few times as he watched the fine tremors of Nicky’s hole, clenching a bit in emptiness after the long minutes spread around the alpha’s knot. “You’ll hardly feel me after that huge length,” Joe admitted, maybe the barest hint of insecurity in his voice, and Nicky couldn’t have that. He flipped over onto his back, pulling Joe on top of him, kissing him deeply. “I’ll feel exactly what I want,” he murmured as he guided Joe to enter him, sighing at the familiar feeling. “Which is you, my husband, the light of my life and, God willing, the father of my child.”