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Laurent doesn’t notice it at first.
In fact, he doesn’t notice it for a very long time, not until Nikandros, of all people, points it out.
They’re out in the garden, the kids are playing around, chasing each other while singing a new song they learned last week, and Damen is of course entertaining them by randomly starting to run after them every now and then.
Every time he does, the kids scream in both laughter and terror, and after almost two hours of playing the game, Laurent knows a disaster will be happening soon if he doesn’t prevent it.
“We will be heading back home soon,” he declares.
“Already?” Henri complains with a loud sigh.
“Listen to mama,” Damen says. “He knows what’s good for us.”
If the kids sometimes question Laurent’s orders, they would never dare do the same to their dad. Even at the age of 5, 4, and 2, they already understand that Damen is their dad, an alpha, and a king. If they don’t know what those words mean exactly yet, they do understand that it means they shouldn’t question whatever their dad tells them to do or not to do.
“I hate when he does that,” Nikandros says.
“When who does what?”
“When Damen calls you mama or mommy or any other shit like that. It’s weird.”
“Most parents do that.”
“Yes, but they don’t say it like that.”
Like what? Laurent wants to ask, but at the same time Damen turns to him, his hair all wet from playing with the kids, a wild smile on his face, and he crosses the path until he’s standing in front of Laurent and kisses him on the mouth. Like every time they kiss, Laurent has to get on his tiptoes to reach Damen, which he usually does, when he isn’t six months pregnant like he currently is.
“You look so pretty, mommy.”
It hits him, then. Yes, he sees what Nikandros is talking about. Damen doesn’t call it mommy or mama with the usual neutrality of the term. No. Damen calls him mommy like he’s fucking hungry for him.
—-
There’s not really a best way to bring it up, and so Laurent waits until a few days have passed. During that time, he observes Damen, and he wonders when he lost his famous sense of observation because there’s no way he hadn’t noticed that before.
It’s not just the surnames that sold Damen’s kink away. It’s all the other little things, like the way his eyes are always lingering on Laurent’s best and belly, how his hands always find their way over his round part. It’s in the way Damen’s eyes grow heavy when Laurent disputes one of their children, as if his alpha was ready to eat him up, right there, right then.
Laurent would be lying if he said he didn’t like it. Now that he has noticed it, he feels his body reacting every time he catches Damen looking at him or every time Damen calls him mommy. Unlike the general tendency, Damen and he never stopped having sex while Laurent was pregnant, but their sex life did change with it. More slowly, more carefully, a bit less regularly. Laurent had thought it was normal. That perhaps Damen didn’t like his pregnant body as much as he liked his “regular” one, and after each baby, they were back to normal, which proved him right.
He wonders if this is the real reason, or if maybe, just maybe, his husband has been holding back all this time.
Laurent is already in bed when Damen comes into the room, completely naked after his bath. His alpha is the most beautiful alpha to ever exist, Laurent is sure of that, and he feels his private part tingling just by looking at him.
He doesn’t know how to bring it up. They don’t have any secrets from each other and are free in their words, but even after so many years together, Laurent still finds himself shy about certain subjects. He usually lets Damen take the lead on everything related to the bedroom, because that’s how they both like it, but today… Today is different.
“We should start planning Louis’ birthday,” Damen says as he lets himself fall down on the bed next to Laurent. “It could be a great occasion to close some deals. What do you say?”
One of Damen’s hands is already working its way on his back, rubbing it gently with his fingers. Laurent always complains that his back hurts, and the touch of his alpha makes him melt on the spot, his body searching for some relief. Yet, Laurent forces himself to focus and keeps his eyes open as the words finally make their way out of his mouth.
“Do you have a mommy kink?”
The fingers freeze, and so does the expression on Damen’s face. It’s rare for Laurent not to be able to read the expression on his alpha’s face, but right now, he can’t tell if Damen is embarrassed, angry, or excited.
“Excuse me?”
“A mommy kind. Do you like - Do you like thinking of me as your maternal figure?”
Damen frowns, and Laurent has to prevent himself from putting his fingers between the crack of his eyebrows.
“I don’t like it when you say it like that, no.”
“But you do like to call me mommy and other things, correct?”
“I -”
It’s rare to see Damen being uncomfortable, especially around sex. Out of the two, Damen is always the more open-minded one, ready to test new things and to voice out his desires and fears. Where Laurent is hard work, Damen is easy and patient. It feels good that, for once, their roles are reversed.
“It’s not because I don’t have a mom,” Damen explains. “I don’t see you as a substitute for my mother. It’s more than… It’s that I think you’re fucking hot as mother, Laurent.”
It’s Laurent’s time to freeze, trying to make out what Damen is saying without his head bursting from the heat that has reached his face.
“I’m a hot mom,” he repeats.
“Yes,” Damen says, as simple as that. “I like to see you so big with my babies. I like it when you tell the kids what they can and cannot do, when you hold me against your heavy breast that smells like milk. I love how caring and loving you are with kids. I am jealous of our kids for getting the love I could never have as a kid, but it’s not what this is about.”
“You love that I’m bossy but loving,” Laurent says. “And that I’m fat, obviously.”
Damen straightens up and grabs Laurent by the hips, pushing him into his lap, until Laurent is straddling him, his imposing belly between them.
“I do. I love that when people look at you, they know that I was inside of you, that you let me come inside. I love how your body is changing, how hard your breasts are, and how delicate your nipples have become once again.”
To prove his point, Damen’s hands leave the comfort of Laurent’s waist and travel up to his nipples under his nightgown. When his cold fingers touch them, Laurent shivers and bites down on his lips not to moan loudly.
“You’re so beautiful,” Damen whispers. “The kids are so lucky.”
Laurent rolls his hips on Damen’s hard cock, and he feels his own fluid leaking through his underwear and into Damen’s lap. Pregnancies always make him wetter than usual.
“How does that make the kids lucky?”
“Because they can do it.”
“They can do what?”
“They can drink from your breast.”
Damen’s hands are cupping his swollen breasts now, four pregnancies back to back having forever altered Laurent’s body, his milk supplies never stopping once in the past five years. They had initially planned to hire a wet nurse, but when Henri was born, Laurent knew immediately that he couldn’t bear the thought of another omega feeding his child.
When Damen squeezes on them, Laurent feels a rush of milk leaking through his right nipple.
Immediately, Damen stops his movement and starts to profusely apologize. When they have sex while Laurent is pregnant, he is always careful not to touch his breasts, and Laurent had thought, wrongly, that it was because his alpha was disgusted by it, like many alphas are. If only they had talked about it earlier.
Laurent snaps Damen’s hand back on his breasts and makes him apply more pressure.
“Mommy didn’t tell you to stop.”
“Laurent,” Damen moans.
In lieu of an answer, Laurent lifts his nightgown over his head and takes it off. Damen isn’t looking at him anymore, and instead, his eyes are glued to his breasts, a hungry look on his face.
Laurent cups his face in his hands and rubs the skin slowly, until Damen finally looks up.
“Drink, baby. You must be starving.”
He doesn’t have to be told twice: Damen’s mouth immediately starts to lap at Laurent’s nipples, more milk coming out as Damen’s teeth bite gently into his skin. When Laurent cries out from pleasure, Damen almost takes a step back, but Laurent pushes his head right back against his chest.
“You need to stop not listening to mommy,” Laurent warns him. “Good boys always listen to their mommy. And you're a good boy, are you not, Damianos?”
With his mouth full of nipple and milk, Damen cannot answer, but the way his dick twisted under Laurent and the noise he makes are enough of an answer. He sucks deeper, and Laurent can’t help but throw his head back, rocking his body even harder against his alpha. He has always been so self-conscious about leaking, as he always tries his hardest for it not to happen during their intercourse, even when his breasts were on the verge of bursting from all the milk inside. It feels like liter and liter of milk are pouring into Damen’s mouth, and Laurent takes one of Damen’s free hands and starts massaging his other breast with it, stimulating it before all but slamming Damen’s face on his other nipple.
“Such a good boy. Making mommy feel so good.”
Damen sucks harder, and Laurent arches into the touch.
“It’s so good, mommy,” Damen says. “So delicious. You’re delicious. I want to eat you up.”
There’s milk drooling from Damen’s mouth, and Laurent cleans it with his finger before pushing it back into his husband’s mouth. With his tongue, Damen starts to lick and sucks on it, his eyes never leaving Laurent’s own.
“Baby, you need to fuck mommy now, before I come from you just sucking on my tits.”
With one smooth movement, Damen rips Laurent’s underwear with his bare hands, until his pussy is pushing against Damen’s cock. If he were to just lift his hips, Laurent could slide Damen’s dick directly into his pussy without much effort, and he could ride him until they both reach orgasms. But today isn’t about that.
“Good boy, don’t make their mommy do all the work,” Laurent warns him. “You’re gonna fuck me and make me come like you were meant to do, got it?”
“Yes, mommy.”
Suddenly, Laurent is being lifted from Damen’s lap and pushed back on the mattress. Instead of getting between his legs like he had expected, Damen gets off the bed and stands at the edge.
“What are you doing?”
The smirk on Damen’s face should have been enough of a warning, and yet when he’s being yanked forward by his ankles, Laurent still yells in surprise. Damen is standing firm on the ground, both of Laurent’s legs up against his chest, giving him total accessibility to his hole. He must be dropping on the floor, Laurent realizes, both ashamed and excited.
He feels the tips of Damen’s cock brushing against his lips and immediately clenches in anticipation.
“And you call me hungry,” Damen says.
“Shut - Fuck!”
Damen has slammed in without any warning, and Laurent feels his eyes rolling back inside his head. His cock is so big, it feels like it will rip him apart one day, and maybe today is the day because Damen doesn’t carry the usual carefulness he does when they make love with Laurent pregnant. Instead, he fucks him like he would do in normal time, slamming into him at a brutal speed. Laurent pushes back against him, trying to meet his thrusts, even when his body is too heavy from the pleasure he’s feeling. He tries to suck Damen’s cock in, tries to take him even deeper, and when Damen pushes on his legs more, almost folding him in two, Laurent ignores the pain from his legs and lets his head fall down on the bed.
One of Damen’s hands finds his clitoris and starts playing with it, rubbing and squeezing the little bundle of nerves between his fingers. Laurent already feels his orgasm building up, and he knows he won’t be able to last for long.
“You’re so naughty,” Laurent says. “Torturing your mommy.”
“Am I?”
Damen punctuates his question with a hard, well-directed thrust that hits Laurent in his most sensitive spot. Damen is ball deep into him, the sound of their skin slapping against each other filling up the room, as well as the awful sound of wetness every time he thrusts in and out of him. Laurent tries to muffle his moans, aware that the guards are right behind the door, but when Damen’s free hand grabs one of his breasts again, he can’t help but moan loudly.
“Fuck Damen,” Laurent pants, overstimulated. He puts his own hand on top of Damen’s and forces him to squeeze harder. “Fuck me, fuck me hard, baby, make mommy come.”
Damen’s grip on his breast is so strong that his fingers are turning white, and it hurts, it fucking hurts so good, that soon, Laurent is clenching hard around Damen, swallowing his cock inside his cunt. Damen accelerates his movement over Laurent’s clit and finally, Laurent’s orgasm washes through him, sending waves of pleasure through his body.
He feels his hole tightening ever more around Damen, until his alpha can barely move anymore, and, to his horror, milk comes pouring from his nipples, splashing all over himself and Damen’s face with the force of it.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” he breathes down.
Damen’s tongue licks all the milk it can reach on his face, and, as best as he can with Laurent’s belly on the way, Damen gets closer to his face and kisses him firmly on the lips.
Laurent tastes his own milk on Damen’s tongue, sweet and creamy, and when his husband pulls back, he bites down on one of Laurent’s nipples again.
“Mommy is so good,” Damen says. “But I haven’t come yet.”
When Damen starts to move again, Laurent lets out a “Fuck” and lets his husband chase his own pleasure. The overstimulation after his orgasm is almost painful, yet not quite.
“Come for mommy,” Laurent encourages him.
Damen doesn’t make it last for too long: he thrusts hard inside of him and, without any kind of rhythm, encouraged by Laurent’s moans, his knot forms and becomes bigger and bigger, almost too painful to get fully inside of Laurent. Finally, the knot catches, and Damen comes; he does it so deep inside of Laurent’s belly that he swears he can almost taste it, his knot linking them together.
Damen doesn’t fall down on him, too conscious of hurting their babe, and so he collapses next to him and immediately drags Laurent into his arms.
Their bodies are sweating profusely, and Laurent can hear his heartbeat in his ears.
“You’re ok?” Damen asks after a while, his fingers tingling with Laurent’s hair.
“It was so hot. Did you like it?”
He’s scared that somehow, maybe, Damen didn’t like it as much as he did, but although they just had sex, he can already feel Damen’s cock hardening inside of him, just slightly.
“It was amazing. You were amazing. I never thought… I didn’t know I was so obvious.”
Laurent breathes out, satisfied with his husband’s answer, and snuggles closer to his chest, his eyes already closing.
“Say thank you to Nik. This is all because of him.”
He feels Damen’s body contracting against him.
“What?”
“Sleep, baby. We need some rest.”
He doesn’t wait for Damen’s answer, his body and mind feeling too relaxed to even form a comprehensive thought, and he lets himself fall asleep, his alpha’s strong body against him and his knot secured inside of him.
—
When Laurent wakes up the next day, he’s clean, inside and out, and he’s wearing a nightgown and a new pair of underwear. There’s a breakfast on his side of the bed, fresh fruits, toast, and a glass of milk, with a handwritten card.
To the best mommy ever,
Thank you for the feast.
I love you,
Your good boy, Damen.