“Feels sturdy to me.” Raph stood, testing the joints of the cot again. Then he stepped away, setting the screwdriver on a dresser. “What do I do next?”
Wyatt chuckled, his heart swelling with warmth. The ring sat heavy on his finger, and he couldn’t stop spinning it.
He was Raph’s. He’d marry Raph, someday. It seemed so unbelievable right now. “I wish you’d let me do some of this. It’s not like I don’t have the strength to.”
Raph turned, his dark eyes coasting down Wyatt, from his hair to his chest to his swollen belly, down his thighs, then his feet. “You should rest.”
“You’ve been telling me to rest for weeks, Raph. The baby isn’t due until next month! I can still move!”
Raph snorted. “Sure you can.”
“I’ll show you ‘move’,” Wyatt muttered, stepping close, slipping his fingers down the waistband of Raph’s jeans. “That’ll shut you up.”
“You’re sure it’ll shut me up.” Raph grinned. “How are you guys doing?”
“Great.” Wyatt leaned against him, the bulk of his belly pressing into Raph’s abs. Then he dragged his nose along Raph’s neck, breathing in his teak scent, and the hint of fresh sweat. “Gods, you smell good.”
“You always say that.” Raph combed his fingers through Wyatt’s hair, then slipped his palm down, cupping Wyatt’s belly. “Can’t wait to meet the baby.”
“Ben,” Wyatt said. “I’ve decided on a name.”
“Ben.” Raph’s lips curved up. “I like it.”
Raph smoothed his palms over Wyatt’s belly, his eyes intent. Then he lifted Wyatt’s sweater, exposing Wyatt’s pale abdomen. It had grown huge, Wyatt’s skin tauter than it was months before. Their baby had been kicking lately, and sometimes, Raph whispered little things against Wyatt’s belly, kissing it all over.
“You’re so beautiful,” Raph whispered, dragging his fingertips over Wyatt’s skin. “Can’t believe how big you are now.”
Wyatt grinned. “Should I be offended?”
“Nah.” Raph flattened his hands on either side of Wyatt’s belly and held him, the heat of his palms soaking into Wyatt’s skin. He leaned forward, pressed a soft kiss to Wyatt’s forehead. “Gods, I look at the baby clothes, and they all seem so tiny.”
“You’ll get to put clothes on Ben in a month,” Wyatt said, snuggling into his alpha. “And deal with spit-up, and baby poop, and all the good stuff.”
Raph laughed. “You’ll be there with me, right?”
“Sometimes. We’ll probably be taking turns sleeping.”
Raph’s breath puffed into his hair, warm. Then he pressed a trail of damp kisses to Wyatt’s ear, and down his neck. “We probably won’t have time for this when he arrives, huh?”
“Probably not,” Wyatt said, then gasped when Raph’s teeth scraped over his scent gland. His blood thrummed, swooping between his legs.
“We should move this to our room,” Raph whispered. He slipped his hands down Wyatt’s belly, his calluses catching on Wyatt’s skin. Then he dipped his fingers past Wyatt’s waistband, scooping Wyatt’s cock and balls into his warm palm. “Get you all nice and wet.”
‘Nice and wet’ usually followed with a good, hard fucking. Wyatt’s mouth went dry. “We do have an hour.”
“Fuck you until you scream.” Raph’s breath puffed over Wyatt’s ear, and he stroked Wyatt’s cock, firm fingers on sensitive flesh. “That’s still okay?”
“You heard the doctor.” Wyatt rolled his hips, pushing back against Raph, molding his fingers against the bulge of Raph’s pants. “Just nothing too rough.”
Raph growled, slipping his other hand down Wyatt’s back, pushing against the seam of his pants. He probed between Wyatt’s cheeks, pushed smooth fabric up against his hole. Wyatt moaned, pressing back against him, his nerves alight.
With his fingers stroking around Wyatt’s tip, Raph shuffled them to the next room, where they’d made the bed just a few hours ago. Wyatt climbed onto it now, his pulse throbbing between his legs, his ass pushed up in the air.
An age ago, he would’ve felt like a shameless person, offering himself up for Raph like that. But Raph loved watching him, loved when Wyatt begged to be fucked.
Raph cupped his cheeks, and squeezed. Then he peeled Wyatt’s pants off, dragging his warm palm down Wyatt’s skin, deft thumbs spreading him open. Wyatt groaned. Warm slick trickled out of his hole, down his thigh. Raph growled. They both smelled like musk, now.
Raph pressed slow kisses down Wyatt’s cheeks, then his thighs, reaching between his legs. His fingertips brushed under Wyatt’s balls, a brief, electric touch. Then he dragged his fingers up Wyatt’s cock, ground Wyatt’s foreskin into his tip. Pleasure shot down Wyatt’s spine; he arched, trying to push into Raph’s hand.
“Are you gonna stay still for me?” Raph whispered.
“You know I can’t.” Wyatt rocked his hips, chasing the friction of Raph’s fingers.
“Get in front of the mirror.” And there was a smirk in Raph’s voice, now. Wyatt shivered, crawling further onto the bed, pausing when he’d placed himself square in the reflection of the wall mirror. Raph climbed onto the bed behind him, his eyes dark, his hands catching the hem of Wyatt’s sweater, pulling it up. “Lift your arms.”
The sweater fell onto the floor with a rustle. Raph pushed Wyatt’s pants down, slipping them past one knee, then the other. When Wyatt knelt naked before him, Raph stripped, too. Wyatt admired the hard lines of his body, his pecs and biceps and abs, and the thick cock that strained between his legs.
Raph settled behind Wyatt, his thighs pressing up against Wyatt’s own, the damp tip of his cock dragging down Wyatt’s back.
“Present yourself for me,” Raph whispered, meeting Wyatt’s eyes through the mirror.
Wyatt’s body throbbed. He raised himself off his heels, reaching behind to spread his ass.
Raph pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Very nice. Now hold your position.”
Wyatt’s belly was heavy; Raph knew that. He slipped his arm around Wyatt’s chest to support him, his tanned skin a contrast against Wyatt’s pale body.
In the mirror, they looked so different—Wyatt with his thin, long limbs, and Raph with the heft of his muscles. But most obvious of all was Wyatt’s belly, swollen, with the silvery scar across it, thin but
