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My dearest Yuuji,
You’ve kept me waiting for quite some time now. However, I will forgive and forget since your charming Grandfather has assured me of how adorable you are. Do you like your presents? I hope you’ve adapted well to my scent. I find yours to be nothing less than perfection crafted by divine beings. A ripe peach drizzled with the most delectable of honey on a summer's day with the latent scent of petrichor hidden beneath. Do you know that word, darling Yuuji? It means the sweet smell of the earth welcoming rain after a dry period.
Maybe it’s too much flattery, but that’s what you are to me, a rain to refresh my life.
I’m sure your studies will soon be picking up by the time you receive this letter, but I request you write to me at least once. It will be all I have to sustain me until we can correspond in person. Be well, and know that I cannot wait to meet you.
Yours,
Satoru Gojo
- - -
“Itadori-san, why are you crying?”
Yuuji catches the young girl’s worried eyes in the mirror being used to groom his wild hair into place. He uses the back of his hand to wipe the wetness away.
“Apologies,” he murmurs. “I’ll try to keep it inside.”
“Well,” says the girl's partner as she massages oil into his skin. “I’ve heard it’s good luck for brides to cry on their wedding day.”
Yuuji smiles at her youthful enthusiasm, but it doesn’t fully reach his eyes. “Is that so?”
“Mhmm, the more wet your face is the more slick you’ll make when it’s—”
“Enough of that language!”
All three straighten up from the harsh scolding of the Gojo clan’s head omega. Even though Yuuji will be her superior in a few hours, he’s still only fifteen. His natural response is to listen to his elders.
“Sorry, miss.”
“We were just trying to cheer him up.”
She sighs heavily, and Yuuji can’t help but watch the way her uniform buttons move with the motion. “And what could Itadori possibly need cheering for?”
“We dunno.”
“He was just crying, miss.”
The headmistress shocks them all with a shrill cackle.
“Crying?” She reaches down and gives Yuuji’s rounded cheek a playful pat. “I better see nothing but tears of joy from you, boy. Marrying into the richest clan in the entire country, and you’ve found something to cry about? Why, back in my day…”
Yuuji floats away into his brain as others ramble on around him. He regrets even letting a single tear slip from behind his mask. He must keep it inside because anything other than outright joy about his marriage to Gojo Satoru is met with confusion at best and vicious scorn at worst.
Is it so wrong of Yuuji to mourn the future he’ll never have? Sure there aren’t many paths for omegas, especially for those like him born into poverty, but maybe he could’ve found his way to happiness. Because his grandfather gambled him away like nothing more than a brooding mare, Yuuji’s left with no choice. Despite being the one to put him in this position, he wishes his grandfather could have held on long enough to see him married.
A hand cups his cheek once more, much more gently this time, as a creamy peach tint is applied to his lips.
“Tears of joy, Itadori.”
His smile is weaker than butterfly wings.
“Apologies.”
- - -
To my alpha,
Please don’t mind my handwriting. While the tutor you’ve sent me is incredibly bright, he has to compensate for years of illiteracy. I wanted to thank you for the new blankets. They are so cozy and soft. I love them! A return package is coming, but it might be slow since our village is flooding from the rain again. I despise this season because we can’t cross the river since the bridge is too low.
Does it rain where you live? I looked on a map, and there were many white patches. Do you not get much sun? I hope the surprise I’m sending helps you stay warm. Um, what else? Oh, what’s your favorite color? All of your things come in blue, but I wonder if it’s your favorite or just because it’s your “family color” like ours is orange. I still really like orange, though. Oh, I have to stop writing for now. Miwa-san’s teaching me a new dance with these fans, it looks kind of silly, but she says it’s crucial. Have a good day!
From your omega (in training),
Yuuji
- - -
Across the estate, far from where his bride is being prepared for their big day, Satoru paces his sitting room. His attendants, Suguru and Shoko, watch as he goes, barely containing their smiles behind pressed lips. Satoru senses their desire to laugh and shoots them a withering glare.
“Go on, let it out.”
They do, loudly.
“Apologies, it’s just so humorous!” Shoko snickers softly while Suguru brays like the jackass he is. For all their rowdiness, his attendants have been his closest confidants since their aligned births and resulting servitude.
“You have to understand,” Suguru goes on. “Witnessing the Honored One turn from a womanizer to a devoted husband in a few short weeks is truly a comedy of the Gods.”
Satoru rolls his eyes and finds the closest ornate chair to flop onto, then wordlessly invites the other two over to share a drink and smoke. With a snap of his fingers, Shoko’s already by his side with his preferred overly sweetened sake. At the same time, Suguru has his smoking pipe packed and ready to be lit.
“I don’t see what’s funny about the future of a centuries old clan resting entirely on my shoulders.”
“More like your knot.”
“Shoko I swear to heaven—”
“I believe our dear friend means that we wish you nothing but a fruitful marriage to your betrothed.” Suguru gives Shoko’s foot a solid kick, and she nods along. “It’s a blessing to find such a young and healthy omega considering how low the population has become. I worry how the other clans are faring.”
Gojo blows out a perfect smoke ring, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “I’m sure they’ll fall to the Zenin’s methods before long. Can’t continue a lineage without plenty of babies.” His attendants shudder, the implication loud and clear about the family’s poorly hidden secret.
“Regardless,” Shoko moves them along. “It won’t be long before the estate is filled with the pitter patter of little paws. I’m sure your Dam is delighted, he’s had baby fever longer than the current omega drought.”
“Tell me about it,” Satoru whines. “Ever since my first rut it’s been nothing but anticipation and damn near imprisonment. My flings never even bothered my parents considering all the suppressants I’ve been under.”
Suguru winces in sympathy. Keeping Satoru’s fertile knot under lock and key had been the estate’s mission for years. He could have sex with whoever, but there would be no beta bastards allowed no matter how many maids tried.
“When do we get to meet him?” Shoko recalls the few pictures Satoru had allowed her to see. Yuuji was nothing short of precious, all legs and summer tan skin, a sign that he lived somewhere the Gods favored with their warmth and love. Hopefully, they’ll show their shrouded lands the same fondness.
Satoru sighs, pulling out the handkerchief with Yuuji’s quickly fading scent lingering on it. He lays it carefully over his face and immediately feels at peace.
“I’m assuming at the ceremony with everyone else. Our day’s been scheduled to the minute and it seems like his preparations will have him arriving at the temple by the skin of his teeth.” Satoru keeps his tone steady, but truthfully, he’s nervous.
Thirteen years isn’t the most significant age gap Satoru witnessed between a pairing. At least that’s what he tells himself when he thinks about how he’d been leading an entire pack at Yuuji’s current age, and his betrothed was only in diapers. It’s not Satoru’s fault there’s been a shortage of omegas. Considering that his clan is trying to keep their low birth rates a secret, the next generation is truly relying on him. A leader must do what it takes.
Even if it means swindling an old man out of his youngest grandson.
“I’m sure he’ll be fine here,” Suguru offers, sensing his friend’s dampening mood. “He’ll have favorable in-laws; we’ll be his attendants along with the Okkotsu boy who’s nearly done with training. And, of course, there’s no finer husband in all of the world than the wondrous Satoru Gojo.”
It’s a long-running joke between them, a poke at Satoru’s terrible boasting phase that being overly praised throughout his childhood caused. He’s since calmed down, thankfully, but there will always be some truth to the statement. He is Satoru Gojo, the first and only son of Sato and Shizuko Gojo. He’s the first prime alpha born into the clan in one hundred years. A new dawn had risen the moment of his birth, and Satoru will see to it that he was chosen for a reason.
A soft knock on the door has Suguru straightening up and going to answer for his master. Hushed words are exchanged, along with a cream envelope, and soon Suguru returns to Satoru’s side, the grin on his face so wide it exposes his dimple.
“It seems your bride is eager to get married. All of his preparations are finished. With your permission, we can start—”
A fresh round of laughter rings through the halls as Shoko and Suguru watch their friend nearly trip over himself to get to the door.
- - -
“Itadori-kun, why are you shaking?”
Yuuji clutches tighter to the arm of the man whose job keeps him safe. Okkotsu Yuuta is lethal with his blade, but his kindness is what Yuuji needs now.
“He’s on the other side of the door.”
“He? Do you mean your fiance?” Yuuta smiles when Yuuji nods. He looks so fragile beneath his white wedding hood. The traditional robes are meant for much older omegas, those who’ve gone through a few heats and are ready to join their alpha’s pack. Unfortunately, Yuuji hasn’t been granted that opportunity.
“Are you frightened of Gojo-san?”
“N-no,” Yuuji answers, his voice a near whisper. “Well maybe a little.”
Yuuta gives an affirming hum, then pats Yuuji’s hand when their cue to enter the shrine comes. A servant slides open the door. With careful, practiced steps, they make their way to the mat, where Satoru waits for them to kneel and join him. The young heir breaks tradition and turns to watch Yuuji as he makes his way. If he weren’t confident that he could trust Yuuta with his bride’s life, he’d snarl at another alpha for daring to touch what belongs to him.
Yuuji’s fears from earlier are hardly calmed. He knows the feeling of a possessive alpha gazing at him. He knows what the man wants. But he slips on his brave face, counts his pace, and when it’s time for them to sit side by side, he gives Yuuta a slight nod.
“Do you present this omega for the Gojo clan?” the old, bearded priest asks Yuuta.
“I do.”
“Then we are grateful for such generosity.” The guests in attendance murmur soft gratitudes while Yuuji tries not to cry. It’s not Yuuta’s place to give him away. That honor should belong to his grandfather. Satoru notices his bride’s mood and gives his thigh a soft pat. He doesn’t mind when Yuuji subtly scoots away.
The ceremony is short, thankfully. Yuuji isn’t sure how many more times he can say “yes, alpha” as consent to forfeit his entire life to his husband. When the final vow is exchanged, Satoru delicately picks up Yuuji’s wrist and makes heated eye contact as he licks over the hidden scent gland. While embarrassing, Yuuji’s thankful he picked that one instead of the one on his thigh. That would’ve been his final straw. Satoru’s venom floods his veins with a quick stinging bite, and Yuuji’s eyes grow heavy.
“Our Satoru is quite potent,” Yuuta teases. Yuuji can feel his face grow red, but his husband is unaffected. Satoru holds Yuuji as the younger boy leans forward and rests on his shoulder. Their scents blend perfectly, a sign that they’re a fruitful match as if Satoru didn’t know that already. But if Yuuji’s already this affected, it’s best to get them somewhere private. His bride seems shy, and Satoru doubts he’d appreciate an audience.
“While my Yuuji and I are humbled by the good wishes of our guests, it seems we must retire for the evening,” Satoru winks as his friends and family whistle. He scoops Yuuji into his arms, nearly wavering as peach and honey ripen with lust and wash over his body. They’ll be lucky if they make it to the marriage suite. Satoru’s parents begin ushering guests over to the reception hall, where they’ll drink and eat the finest goods the Gojo clan’s infinite gold can buy. Satoru had been looking forward to their wedding cake ever since Yuuji accepted his proposal, but it seems like he’ll be treated to an even sweeter dessert.
“Gojo-san,” Yuuji grips his husband’s robes as a cramp ripples through his center. “It hurts.”
“I’m sorry,” Satoru replies. He lifts Yuuji closer and kisses him right where the pain makes Yuuji wrinkle his brow. “I’ll take care of you.”
- - -
Yuuji isn’t clueless about what happens between couples after they wed. What had been kept from him was how terrifying it would be to lose himself to his base instincts. The moment Satoru had closed and locked the door to their mating room, Yuuji couldn’t stop himself from rutting his aching cock against his husband’s leg. He felt wholly undignified. What was wrong with him? But Satoru didn’t mind; in fact, he encouraged it.
“It feels wonderful, doesn’t it?” Satoru’s voice is sin wrapped in silk, cooling Yuuji’s heat-hazed mind enough for him to nod in response. He keys right up again when Satoru begins kissing along his sensitive neck. Yuuji’s body jerks from his husband's rough, impatient tugging, trying to undress him.
A long rip sounds through the room, and Yuuji shivers when the air hits his skin. A small memory resurfaces of the headmistress threatening Yuuji to be careful in his bridal garb since it’s a priceless heirloom of the Gojo clan. As more fabric falls away, Yuuji hardly registers that he’s fully naked in front of a stranger—his husband—until Satoru’s fingers trace shapes down his back.
“I’m bewitched by you, do you know that?”
Yuuji shakes his head, and Satoru laughs. After all the alpha went through to secure Yuuji’s place by his side, the boy doesn’t understand. Well, maybe that’s for the best. Satoru cups Yuuji’s cheeks, hopeful that he can see a fraction of his adoration reflected, and kisses him deeply. Yuuji’s virginal surprise is delectable, so much so that Satoru can’t help but begin to lick into him. He doesn’t expect their first kiss to be impressive, in fact, he’s more aroused by Yuuji’s clumsiness, but the eagerness is what cements this omega even deeper in his heart.
“Perfect,” Satoru murmurs between kisses. “You’re so perfect.”
Yuuji can only whine, overstimulated by so many new sensations. When Satoru lifts him and takes them to their rounded bed, his instincts struggle between more kissing, more touching, or actually creating a nest. Satoru helps by giving Yuuji directions.
“I’ll undress. You listen to your instincts. I believe you’ll find some surprises for our nest.”
“Yes, alpha.”
Yuuji’s surprised that submitting soothes some of the aches in his body. He does as nature guides and begins pawing and fluffing all the luxurious blankets and pillows around them. As he digs to make higher walls, his body naturally arches to expose his glistening hole. It takes all of Satoru’s self-control to keep him from planting his mouth over it and tasting the tempestuous, sweet, slick.
“Have you found it, darling?”
Yuuji isn’t sure what he’s looking for until the scent finds him. Like a man possessed, Yuuji digs and pulls free the giant quilt from his family’s home. It smells like the sun and their vegetable garden, but most importantly, it smells like home. Fat tears roll down Yuuji’s face, he knows it’ll be years if he can ever return, but he must show thankfulness for his husband’s kindness. An alpha would rarely allow something like this.
“Thank you. I can’t ever properly show you how much this means to me—oh!” Satoru laughs again, the sound like a soft breeze on a spring day. When Yuuji had turned, he didn’t expect to face a nude Satoru Gojo, much less one frantically stroking his cock to the sight of him.
“You’re welcome, and come now, don’t be shy. Would you like to touch it? You look so curious, Yuuji.” Satoru hardly waits for an answer, crawling into their nest without stopping until he’s close enough that Yuuji can feel the heat from his body. Based on his heavy breaths and quickly dilating pupils, his heat must be affecting Satoru. That knowledge stirs in Yuuji’s mind until it translates into a feeling of power. A commoner like him can reduce the Honored One to this?
“Show me,” Yuuji replies. He cautiously brings his hand to the reddened tip of Satoru’s cock. He relishes the hiss of his husband when he gently touches the slit where precum dribbles like a faucet. The moan that follows when Yuuji brings it to his tongue is even more delicious.
“And here I thought my bride would shy away from me all night,” Satoru takes Yuuji’s hand and brings it to wrap around him. His hands are so small, so rough from working his family’s fields. If Satoru were weaker, he would’ve released much too soon. But his knot longs to sink into his omega, so he must hold on. “Just touch me the way you touch yourself.”
Yuuji swallows. He can’t believe this is actually happening; he’s really doing this. Satoru said to do it the way he likes, but Yuuji’s not even half his size. There’s too much dick to work with! Instead, Yuuji leans down and gives the tip a kiss. First a peck, then more lip, until he finally gives a long lick. Satoru tangles his fingers into Yuuji’s hair and pulls him back.
“I believe it’s in bad taste to waste a release on your wedding night.” Satoru is a prime alpha, the strongest one born in a century, and here he is nearly cumming from a simple lick. He hates how shaky he sounds. What must his ancestors think? Itadori Yuuji will be the end of him, and truthfully Satoru wouldn’t complain.
“Apologies, Gojo-san.”
“Yuuji, don’t apologize for ruining me.”
For the first time all day, Yuuji cracks a genuine smile. It’s so beautiful, Satoru vows to do everything in his power to see it once a day for the rest of his life. He softens his hold to pet Yuuji’s hair. The action soothes Yuuji enough for him to relax with a purr. He must feel empty because he’s squeezing his thighs together.
“Lie back, my love.”
Yuuji obeys but keeps his legs pressed tight. That won’t do at all. Satoru spreads them apart, ignores Yuuji’s embarrassed noises, and gets to work opening his omega. He starts with his tongue, moaning loudly as he tastes Yuuji’s slick. He eats him like a gourmet enjoying the most satisfying meal. Slurping, smacking his lips, pulling Yuuji closer each time he tries to get away. And whenever Yuuji’s cute little cock tries to spurt, Satoru stops his mouth and wraps his fist around the base.
By the third time, Yuuji’s voice breaks on a groan, and Satoru worries his bride’s thighs are strong enough to crush his head. When he looks up between his legs, Yuuji has an adorable glare on his face. “Enjoying yourself?”
“I’m worried my heart is going to stop if you keep doing this!”
“I would never let such a thing happen,” Satoru teases. He kisses and licks along the scent glands in the crease of Yuuji’s thighs. Before Yuuji can reply, he gasps as Satoru’s fangs sink into his skin. It stings like before, but it’s even worse when his venom flows and Yuuji’s entire body feels like it’s on fire again. He pants, but it’s like there isn’t enough air in the world to fill his lungs, his only salvation being the man grinning above him. Yuuji doesn’t even mind the blood in his teeth.
“Please,” he begs. His arms reach to touch, but Satoru cruelly leans back just enough to stay out of reach. “Please.”
“How sweet you sound begging for me,” Satoru soothes. He takes Yuuji’s other wrist, the last one unmarked, and bites again. Yuuji’s scent swells and blooms, wordlessly crying out for Satoru—hell, any alpha—to satiate him. Is it mean to drown his lover in so much of his venom? Possibly. But Satoru wants their first time to be like nothing he’s ever had. Yuuji’s a writhing mess of sweat and slick beneath him, but Satoru finally sees that gorgeous flush over his face, those hazy, glassy eyes looking for something to relieve the heat in Yuuji’s body.
Satoru’s purr rumbles in his chest as he hikes Yuuji’s limp legs over his. He sticks two fingers into Yuuji’s hole and flashes his fangs in delight at how soft and open he is. Yuuji wiggles from the intrusion, making Satoru hook and curl them against his prostate.
“Gojo-san!”
“Ah,” Satoru continues to finger him. “Use my name the way lovers do.”
“Satoru, please, Satoru,” Yuuji’s fingers dig into whatever they can reach. “I can’t—”
Yuuji swears his body will explode, and it nearly does when he feels Satoru push into him. He almost locks up, but Satoru holds his thighs apart and kisses down all the moans Yuuji spills out. He hardly has time to think as his husband begins to rock his hips, sinking deeper and deeper into him, until Yuuji swears he can feel it in his lungs.
“I’ve got you.”
Satoru’s voice fills his ears and overwhelms all other senses as praises fall from his lips. Each one pressed into his skin as a reminder that he’s here, that Yuuji can hold onto him, now and forever.
“It’s too big,” Yuuji whimpers. And for as full as he fills, his body doesn’t fight it. Quite the opposite. Yuuji’s hole clings to Satoru on each thrust to the point the alpha worries he’ll knot too early. That won’t do.
“Shall I take it out?”
“Don’t you dare!”
Satoru’s never smiled so much. His bride is just so entertaining. “As you wish.”
Yuuji almost regrets it when Satoru picks up the pace, and he wonders if this is what it means to be fucked. That familiar feeling builds in his abdomen again, and he nearly shies away from it after being edged for so long. Satoru senses his lover’s hesitation and reaches between them to take Yuuji’s cock in his fist. When Yuuji throws his head back with a passionate cry, Satoru takes advantage of his exposed neck. They both reach their peaks with a well-angled thrust, mixed with the pain of Satoru’s teeth piercing the gland on Yuuji’s shoulder. Tears spring in Yuuji’s eyes as Satoru doesn’t slow for a second, pressing harder and harder against his spot until it’s almost painful.
He lets a pitiful beg for Satoru to stop, only to be shushed with a kiss. Yuuji whines louder when he feels Satoru’s knot begging to press inside, and with a few more rolls of his husband’s hips, Yuuji’s finally stuffed full. Maybe it’s the high emotions of the day, perhaps it’s just biology, but once Yuuji feels the first release of cum inside, he begins to cry. It’s not sadness, nor is it regret. He can’t really put a name on it. All he knows is once Satoru notices, he looks at him as if Yuuji is the most amazing creature he’s ever seen. And Yuuji knows that no one could ever love him as much as this.
Satoru has an apology ready; as euphoric as it is to have his knot held by his Yuuji, he’s sure he can’t be comfortable the first time, but Yuuji speaks over him.
“I love you.”
Does he want Yuuji to mean it? Of course. But he knows the boy is a cocktail of hormones mixed with fresh alpha venom and more than likely looking for some sense of grounding security. Does it stop him from scenting and kissing all over Yuuji’s beautiful face? Absolutely not. Beneath that cold exterior, Satoru has a heart that’s longed to hear those words. If it’s a false confession, Satoru will take it gladly. Take it and nourish it until Yuuji’s admission of love rings true.
“Are you comfortable, my love? We’ll be like this for a while.”
Yuuji nods, but Satoru rolls and shifts so his omega can lie on top of him. He traces the skin on Yuuji’s back again until he’s close to sleep. Once Satoru can hear his light snoring, he orders whoever's on the other side of the door to bring them plates of food from their wedding banquet. He savors how clingy Yuuji’s become, even in his sleep, and it’s even better when Suguru is the one to deliver their dinner with layers of masks over his face.
“It’s a good thing he’s sleeping. You’d embarrass the poor boy.”
“Well then, don’t tell him the whole wing of the house could hear the two of you going at it.”
Satoru shrugs. “We’ll be sure to give you all an enthusiastic second round!”
- - -
Yuuji stirs awake, a little confused about his whereabouts, but it all comes back in pieces. His wedding, his sudden heat, all of it brings a blush to his face that Satoru soon leans in to kiss. He asks if Yuuji slept well, to which he replies it’s the best he’s slept since moving onto the estate.
“You don’t know how happy that makes me,” Satoru coos as he stuffs more cheese and fruit into Yuuji’s adorable cheeks. “I only want you to feel relaxed here.”
Yuuji chews sweetly, and Satoru can’t keep the smile off his face. This is the only way Yuuji should be. Melted against him, sated and full from only the best of everything life can offer.
“Um, Satoru? Would it be okay to request something?”
“Of course, sunlight.”
“I…”
Satoru waits, but the longer Yuuji pauses, the more concerned he becomes over what the request might be. Finally, the boy takes a breath and rushes it out.
“I want to have a baby.”
Satoru is unapologetic about his noisy purr, though he does wish it didn’t make Yuuji jump. However, he should know that mentioning a baby in their nest will rile him up. Satoru adjusts so that Yuuji is perched in his lap, and he’s delighted to feel both of their cocks swiftly hardening from Yuuji’s suggestion.
“I’ll give you as many babies as you can have,” He takes Yuuji’s chin and guides their lips together. “Would that make you happy?”
“Yes, alpha.”
They get lost in kissing, groping, and grinding against each other until Satoru pushes inside Yuuji’s warm wetness again. Since he’s better prepared for the stretch of his husband, Yuuji moans instead of whines. The seated position allows him better access to Satoru’s neck, and Yuuji can’t stop himself from kissing over pale skin. Satoru is more than thrilled and gets a firm hold of Yuuji’s hips to fuck up into him.
“Take all of me, Yuuji, and if you really want a baby, you better bite back.”
The invitation surprises him, considering most alphas rarely let omegas mark them in return. But Yuuji won’t waste an opportunity. Yuuji bites right onto Satoru’s bond site on the next pointed thrust. He doesn’t make venom yet, won’t until he’s twenty, but his saliva can still make the mark last for a few months. Yuuji bites and licks all over Satoru’s neck, shoulders, and chest until he’s pushed away and onto his back. Before he can say anything, Satoru flips him to his stomach, lifts his ass in the air, and fucks him so hard that Yuuji wonders how much he’d been holding back.
“Satoru!”
But his husband doesn’t slow; he just drives deeper and deeper like a man on a mission. His omega wants a baby? Satoru will give him two on one try. He places a hand between Yuuji’s hip, right on his lower belly, where his womb will be so beautifully full. The image of Yuuji’s smiling face, his sweetened scent, and just so round sends Satoru over the edge. With a few more thrusts, and a helpful hand around Yuuji’s length, they time their orgasms perfectly, and Satoru knots him more firmly than their first time.
Yuuji can only lie dazed while stars dance behind his eyelids and his husband’s lips kiss his sweat-dampened back. Despite being knotted together, Yuuji wants to be closer. He wiggles back, amused by the soft groan Satoru releases, and pulls the alpha’s arm around his middle.
“Hold me.”
“How can I refuse?” Satoru teases and wraps Yuuji up tight. He uses his free hand to grab a few more bites of food for both of them. They’re bound to need the energy for the rest of the evening. “How do you feel, Yuuji?”
How does he feel? Well, he feels many things. He misses his village, all his friends, and his family home. He’s scared he’ll be a terrible wife and leader to stand by Satoru’s side. But, Yuuji’s omega is more settled than it’s ever been. Their mutual bond must help. His body and soul are warm and soothing, and he knows Satoru will take care of him. So when Yuuji looks over his shoulder and catches Satoru’s lips, he hopes his husband can feel the truth in their bond.
I’m so happy to be yours.
- - -
Months later, Yuuji has proven to bring the sun to the Gojo estate. Everyone adores his bright and cheerful demeanor, especially for how it’s lightened up Satoru’s. While it’s nice for the staff to have the clan's heir busy with his bride, it hasn’t made him sloppy in his duties. But, it seems he’ll have to find a way to juggle marriage, leading their pack, and fatherhood.
“I’m sorry. Can you repeat that one more time?”
Satoru keeps a bright smile on his face, despite how tightly Yuuji clings to his hand. It’s no surprise that the couple were expecting after the wedding night (though if you ask the servants on guard, it was more like a week), but the bigger surprise seems to be—
“Triplets, Gojo-san!” Yuuji’s joy is contagious as the midwife excitedly explains how she can hear three heartbeats within the omega. She offers for the pair to listen through the stethoscope, and they each take turns listening to the fluttering within. It doesn’t take long for Yuuji to start crying tears of happiness, something he’s been prone to during his tumultuous pregnancy.
“I suppose that explains your exhaustion,” Satoru muses as he pets over Yuuji’s round bump. “And appetite.” Yuuji and the midwife both roll their eyes at Satoru’s terrible attempt at innuendo.
They’re given the instructions to keep up water intake and for Yuuji to rest as much as possible. Somehow this translates into Satoru needing to carry Yuuji back to their room after their appointment. He cancels his meetings with other clan figureheads for the rest of the day. Satoru’s mind would only be able to focus on his omega and their children anyway. He’s much happier kissing Yuuji’s belly and whispering his love against it while the other boy pets his hair.
“So I take it you’re happy?”
“Mm, too simple a word,” Satoru teases. It earns him a light flick to the forehead. But Yuuji takes the opportunity to use his new vocabulary learned from Yuuta, who still tutors him.
“Enthusiastic? Ecstatic? Over the moon?”
Satoru slides up the bed to kiss Yuuji properly; then the two nuzzle into their respective bond bites. “How about all of the above?”
Yuuji’s sweet laugh rings like a bell, and he places Satoru’s hands on his stomach to feel the soft wiggling underneath. “I feel the same.”
“Promise?”
“Promise!" Yuuji brings Satoru closer, just as he had their first night together. They lay together, snuggled in their even bigger nest (though now Satoru wonders if they need to add another mattress for three pups), and he's sure Yuuji will be asleep before he knows it. He kisses over their mating bite on Yuuji's neck, keeps his hand secure on his mate's belly, and thanks all the Gods who are listening for allowing so much joy in their lives. Satoru knows he's not a man free from sin, but if this were to be his only heaven on Earth, then he's more than happy to bask it in for as long he's allowed.
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On July 14th, the Gojo clan welcomed two healthy daughters and one son into their pack. All three are predicted to be alphas by fortune tellers, but only their first birthdays will truly tell. Their parents, Satoru and Yuuji, are doing well and appreciate all the well wishes. The family is currently resting in their estate, and a portrait has been commissioned by local artists.
While there had been worries about Gojo-san marrying a commoner, it seems their union is both joyous and fruitful. We truly wish them all the best!
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The End